I hit another bump of un-inspiration and have been taking a break from prattling about the weather. But sometimes I miss writing about nothing, so here I am again. Today's topic will be Matt's call schedule.
Last week we hit the stage of the residency where Matt is required to be 'on call' in the most brutal sense of the term - as in physically at the hospital, and most likely working. His other rotations have had call situations where he could go home at a certain time and wait for a case to come in before going back to the hospital. This latest stint requires that he work a full day (starting at 6:30 am) and then be on call through the night. Since our local hospital is a fairly large one, he ends up working the majority of the night on emergency patients. It's pretty rough, but we are SO thankful that he is getting this part of it out of the way before the baby comes.
So Matt's first call day was last Wednesday, during which I managed to get my car stuck at work and was driven to and from my house by the family I work for. Now I know why Long Islanders love their Jeeps. Because they are Necessary. It was kind of stormy that night and Moose woke me up at 2:30 in the morning going bondoogles over some snow or branches falling, but other than that it was uneventful. It was a little unsettling being at home without a car, but the condition of our driveway meant I probably wouldn't have been able to drive myself out without a Hummer. My car remained stuck until Saturday afternoon, by the way. It's just been that kind of week!
Last night Matt was on call again. This time I made it home with no problem. It was the leaving home that was the problem! I lost control this morning on our slushy driveway and plowed right into a little snowbank. Fortunately Matt was on his way home and dug me out in no time. I felt bad that he had to stand in the rain and shovel after working all night . . . what a guy. He's very good at digging me out of messes! So we've got one more day of call this week and I'm wondering what scrapes I'll get myself into.
The light at the end of this wintery tunnel has been our upcoming vacation with Matt's family. We're headed to a tropical island and I am euphoric. I have been experiencing some symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder (primarily irritability, increased appetite, and weight gain) and am looking forward to a big dose of Vitamin D to get me back on track. At least in the irritability department. I think the increased appetite and weight gain could be attributed to the cabbage-sized baby boy I've been hefting around. Then again, the irritability, too. :)
We are so thankful that our friends have volunteered to watch our firstborn, Moose Tash Yezerski, while we're gone. Brendan and Erin took in our boy the last time we headed out of town on our Seattle Adventure. They are SO sweet to have him again. I think that speaks highly of Moose's character - or at least their kind souls! We know he'll be loved and taken care of. Last time we even got "Daily Moose" photos, including my favorites below.
We don't have a fancy front-loading washing machine, and Moose was really enthralled with theirs.
Apparently they had tucked him in for bed and then left the room to get something, so he got a little miffed and followed them out into the living room, dragging his blanket behind him.
Last week we hit the stage of the residency where Matt is required to be 'on call' in the most brutal sense of the term - as in physically at the hospital, and most likely working. His other rotations have had call situations where he could go home at a certain time and wait for a case to come in before going back to the hospital. This latest stint requires that he work a full day (starting at 6:30 am) and then be on call through the night. Since our local hospital is a fairly large one, he ends up working the majority of the night on emergency patients. It's pretty rough, but we are SO thankful that he is getting this part of it out of the way before the baby comes.
So Matt's first call day was last Wednesday, during which I managed to get my car stuck at work and was driven to and from my house by the family I work for. Now I know why Long Islanders love their Jeeps. Because they are Necessary. It was kind of stormy that night and Moose woke me up at 2:30 in the morning going bondoogles over some snow or branches falling, but other than that it was uneventful. It was a little unsettling being at home without a car, but the condition of our driveway meant I probably wouldn't have been able to drive myself out without a Hummer. My car remained stuck until Saturday afternoon, by the way. It's just been that kind of week!
Last night Matt was on call again. This time I made it home with no problem. It was the leaving home that was the problem! I lost control this morning on our slushy driveway and plowed right into a little snowbank. Fortunately Matt was on his way home and dug me out in no time. I felt bad that he had to stand in the rain and shovel after working all night . . . what a guy. He's very good at digging me out of messes! So we've got one more day of call this week and I'm wondering what scrapes I'll get myself into.
The light at the end of this wintery tunnel has been our upcoming vacation with Matt's family. We're headed to a tropical island and I am euphoric. I have been experiencing some symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder (primarily irritability, increased appetite, and weight gain) and am looking forward to a big dose of Vitamin D to get me back on track. At least in the irritability department. I think the increased appetite and weight gain could be attributed to the cabbage-sized baby boy I've been hefting around. Then again, the irritability, too. :)
We don't have a fancy front-loading washing machine, and Moose was really enthralled with theirs.
Apparently they had tucked him in for bed and then left the room to get something, so he got a little miffed and followed them out into the living room, dragging his blanket behind him.
In conclusion, another note about Moose - I think it's absolutely hilarious how much he loves bedtime. At night we say "Let's go to bed, Moose," and he gets up and walks right into our room and sits down on his bed and waits to be tucked in. It's so funny! What a guy.
2 comments:
good post.
i picture matt sitting on those stretcher-beds in the middle of the night, like on grey's. i'm sure that's where the similarities stop.
cabbage-sized boy, yay!
and love moosey in his blankie. and now i'm analyzing why my mind put a 'y' on moosey and an 'ie' on blankie when they are the same sound. hmmm.
you baby boy is getting bigger! yay! How awesome your little vacation sounds. I bet it is just what you BOTH need after the crazy snow and crazy schedules! The pictures of your first born at the end are adorable. I think Moose and I are soul mates! I love bed time!!! I wish I got tucked in!
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