The following comes from a text message group, utilized to keep loved ones updated on the Labor & Delivery of our first child. Commentary is found in italics.
November 25, 2018
0827a – 7th hr of labor
Hello! I made this group text to keep those close to us informed about baby and the labor. We believe that she has begun labor as of about 1a this morning. Please be kind to the others in this group and keep your responses to a minimum! I will keep you abreast of updates as we experience them!! Love you all, keep our growing family in your thoughts please.
Continue reading “On a birth day (or baby chronicles: Part Four)”
August 15, 2018
25weeks 6days gestation
It’s funny to me that he already wakes up Mackenzi with his wriggling and writhing in her belly. When she gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, this startles baby awake and he dances and explores his little area. I have trouble even sensing him most of the time, but he’s already so interactive with Mackenzi.
Continue reading “On the third trimester (or baby chronicles: Part Three)”
Dear Past Eugene,
There is no way to prepare for the changes that you face ahead. The path to now, Current Eugene, is long and circuitous. You write “no two dogs, just a cat and an Andre.” Now, we have one dog, no Andre, and a baby on the way.
Continue reading “On a letter from past self and to future self, once again”
After several long months and brutal hospital rotations, the love of my life and mother of my child finally joins me in parental leave.
Continue reading “On a well-deserved break for my partner”
This week of pseudo-paternity leave has treated me well. I’ve nested. I’ve relaxed. And I’m preparing.
Continue reading “On pseudo-paternity leave (or the beginning of Interview Season)”
About two weeks into this rotation, I had a question burning in the back of my mind. I wondered, of the people that die in this hospital, how many of them do we see?
Continue reading “On laughs and tears (or Hospice and Palliative Medicine: a post-mortem)”
One family felt ready to pull the ventilator. They knew that the husband, father, and grandfather laying in the hospital bed would not want to endure these medical trials. The intensivists felt that he may recover if we give him just a few more days on the vent.
Continue reading “On black, white, and shades of gray”