The world of medicine is like a bubble. A lot of people THINK they know what goes on there, but unless you're down in the trenches it's unlikely you do. So here is my semi-anonymous blog, here to tell you what really goes on in the life of a medical resident.

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Reality

This week I had to head back to the Centre of the Universe (home of TBFTHITW) to do my ATLS course. That's Advanced Trauma and Life Support for those of you not in medical circles, an intensive two day course designed to prepare doctors for dealing with various trauma situations. It's a great course, and I've been meaning to take it since first year of residency. But it was never in convenient places, never at convenient times, and it cost over $700. So the time was never 'right'. But I need it to work in the emergency room, and I'll be ready to work independently very soon. 

No biggie. So load up Mr. Couz and the Bean and head down for a weekend of fun and trauma, right? Except the Bean still screams bloody murder from the moment he's put in the car until the moment we take him out.* The COTU is about a 5-6 hour drive away. A variety of other logistical reasons made it increasingly obvious that bringing the family with me was probably not the smartest thing to do.

So on to plan B. I was to go alone. There was enough expressed breast milk in the freezer to easily last a few days, and I'd bring my pump with me to keep up my supply. A breast pump is not a glamourous thing at the best of times, but we do what we have to. The course coordinator promised that she was sympathetic to my situation and there would be a place for me to pump during the course. And there was. An empty auditorium with windows in the doors that was open for any random people to wander through. Um, thanks.

So there I was, sneaking out of my trauma lectures every 3-4 hours to get intimate with my breast pump while sitting on the floor of the handicapped stall in the women's washroom. 

It doesn't get more glamourous than that. We'll see how well this pumping thing works out when I'm back to work in May. He'll only be 5 months, and I'd rather not wean him quite yet. 

This Dr. Mom thing is tricky.

*And to those of you who have ever said 'he'll just cry himself to sleep', I wish you were in the car for our entire 8 hour ride to grandma's house. Four 15 minute naps were the only respite from the screaming and crying. We're transitioning him from the infant bucket seat to a rear-facing convertible carseat in the hopes of helping the problem. Cross your fingers for us. 

3 Comments:

Blogger Trudie said...

Poor Bean and poor parents!
Maybe I shouldn't butt in like this since you're a doctor yourself - but could it be that his ears pop when he's in the car?
Just a thought...

3:54 PM

 
Anonymous keepbreathing said...

Man, that's no place to pump. You have my sympathy.

And ATLS, as near as I can tell, boils down to "blood goes round and round and air goes in and out; variations on that theme are bad."

11:01 PM

 
Blogger Lisa b said...

My kid always hated the car. The larger seat helped, as did getting older.
Mostly getting older I think. She was 19 lbs at a year so we still couldn't flip her forward but she got happier. Well less screaming anyway.

I think I live in COTU and if TBFTHITW is where I think it is, and even if it isnt', you just made me smile thinking it isn't just the patients who think that place is a little too full of egos. The best medicine with the worst attitude.

7:14 PM

 

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