Hello, folks! I miss writing, especially since my job is more technical in nature and I recently finished up a business statistics class.
It looks like when I last wrote, life was rolling merrily along: I was taking two graduate courses, gearing up for a big project at work, and planning Dr. H’s birthday.
But fast forward several months and the most wonderful thing happened:
Meet Baby H! He’s a little piece of my heart that is out and about in this world.
Dr. H was lucky enough to have a month-long easy rotation after Baby H was born. Or perhaps I should say I was lucky because those first two weeks of parenthood were rough. In addition to the sleepless nights, I ended up getting PUPPP, which I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Essentially, they’re itchy hives from pregnancy that don’t respond to anti-itch products or medications (we tried hydrocortisone cream, Benadryl ointment and medication, Calamine lotion, Caladryl lotion, ice packs, prednisone, triamcinolone ointment, and finally triamcinolone cream). I’d wake up scratching myself until I bled. Dr. H held my hand at night and would pull me back if I moved so I wouldn’t scratch. By the time I was prescribed the tub of triamcinolone cream, it’d been three weeks and the rash was finally subsiding. Ooof!
Now? I love being a mom. I’m head over heels when Baby H smiles, and I can’t tell you how proud I am when he lifts his head up during tummy time. He currently has a cold (sigh), which is just a small taste of the many things I won’t be able to protect him from as he grows. Since this picture was taken, he’s gotten over his jaundice and his face has filled out with some adorably kissable cheeks. He’s fairly easygoing (from what we’ve gleaned) and is starting to sleep for longer stretches at night–whoo hoo!
Baby H will be getting baptized this month, and parents and godparents at our parish are required to take a class to learn about the importance of the sacrament. In my one-on-one meeting with the instructor, we discussed how our lives are like a pop can. Imagine it being crushed (because of original sin) and that baptism pulls that pop can back out. The only thing is, there are now lines and creases. Over Baby H’s life, our goal is to help smooth out those lines and creases through faith formation.
After that glorious first month with Dr. H by my side, he returned to work on a cardiology rotation (considered one of the rougher rotations an internal medicine resident will complete). So far, he’s been superstitiously dubbed a “white cloud.” If you’re at all curious, the opposite is a “black cloud,” which spells bad luck.
We’re approaching the end of third year (the end of residency–there’s a light at the end of the tunnel!), but unlike other medical specialties, chief residents in internal medicine complete an additional year. So for us, there’s a sparkle at the end of the tunnel!
There have been several times Dr. H has looked at me and mused, “Do you realize if I weren’t doing chief year or fellowship, we’d be close to being done and could do/afford x-y-z?” This usually happens after a more difficult shift, but as quickly as it comes, we both look at each other, know that that’s not the point, and understand that his medical training path goes on for a little longer.