Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Residency, husband, baby, nervous breakdown

Old MD Girl recently posted her thoughts on "The Good Life", specifically the musings about it she had heard from a male lecturer. It got me thinking a lot about my experiences so far and what I am facing down when it comes to being a mudphud, married to another mudphud, looking down the barrel of us both being interns and then residents, with a baby on the way and hopes for at least one more in the future.

Like Old MD Girl, I have also been privy to the musings of many a physician or practicing mudphud when it comes to "lifestyle", "goals", "balancing career and family", etc. The striking thing is how differently this is talked about by males vs females.

I do hate to generalize and certainly hate to generalize based on gender--Lord knows I resent it when anyone else does--but I would be lying if I said there wasn't a persistent difference in my experience. So far, without fail, when a man is talking all about how "you CAN have it all", how he has a thriving practice, two grants, and three great kids, he says it all has to do with balance and good decisions and careful planning. I always ask these men: "What does your wife do?" And so far, without fail, they look slightly abashed as they answer, "she stays at home with the kids." Aha. So she's the one running the parts of your life that aren't lab or patients; she's the one that makes sure that when you are at home you get Quality Time with the Family, because she's already done the laundry and the cooking and the shopping and the cleaning and the paying the bills and... well, you get my point.

When women mudphuds or physician-scientists talk about Life Balance, they almost always say you can't really have it all, that something has to give. They talk about hiring help; nannies, cooks, maids, whatever you need to get through. They talk about having to cut back hours sometimes, and finding lots of good after-school programs; about working part time if you have to, and having a very supportive spouse (interestingly, they always bring this up without me having to ask. So far, none of the men have).

There was one exception to this. We heard from a couple who were both physician scientists and had a young child. I'm sure they are perfectly lovely and accomplished people but please believe me of understatement when I say that after hearing their presentation on "balancing" professional and private life, my husband and I wanted to shoot ourselves. Their system went something like this: one would go in to to work around 4am while the other kept the baby until the nanny arrived; then they would both work all day; then the one who went in at 4am would come home around 6 or 7pm and relieve the nanny, while the other would stay at work until around midnight. The one who stayed at home would work from there, writing grants. Sometimes, they said maybe once a week, they would both be home and have dinner together--although this meant one would have to go back to work until 1 or 2am.

Horrible, horrible, horrible, we thought. There must be another way. I don't know about you, readers, but I can't live like that. As I said when I was interviewing for residency and was repeatedly asked why I couldn't expand my geographical area and just live away from my husband for three years: I married him for a reason. I like having him around, and honestly being apart for three years is not an option I am willing to consider. Sorry; life is too short not to be with the ones you love.

Likewise, I can't imagine never seeing my children. I have no delusions that I will not see my daughter as much as I'd like this coming year; however, I can manage because it is a temporary situation. The couple described above intended to keep up such a schedule for at least three years until their fellowships were completed (and hinted it would be many more before their labs were established enough they could give up such a schedule).

I'm sorry, but since when did becoming a doc mirror entering the priesthood? Is it reasonable to expect us to give up any chance at having a life outside of work? Although we both love our chosen fields, my husband and I picked ophthalmology and dermatology partially because we knew those areas gave us the best shot at being able to be fully functional mudphuds--patients and research--without guaranteeing that we would suck at one or the other (or both), and without having years of never seeing each other or our children. Had one or both of us chosen medicine, followed by a fellowship, it's hard to image a way to escape the misery of the docs described above.

I feel there has to be a better way to do things. I worry that by asking so much sacrifice, the most talented people are being driven away from medicine and research, and particularly those fields where they are most needed (primary care, etc.). And the sacrifices seem to only get bigger as time goes on--more debt upon graduation, more hours spent on billing and insurance, more days on the phone with some random dude who has a bachelor's in rhetoric and communications and is trying to tell you how to treat your patient, more years working such long hours that you don't have anything to give at the end of the day to research, much less your family.

We are going to have to face the fact that we would have more, happier, better doctors if we didn't abuse them so. I read that Obama is struggling to find the best way to address the current and growingly alarming doctor shortage. How about allowing them to have a decent quality of life? More debt forgiveness for those who go into primary care; more flexible schedules and hours (which would often mean hiring more docs); more autonomy from the HMOs in how they treat their patients.

Well, I've gotten off topic, but I'm sure you get the gist. I wonder--I hope--my hubby and I are doing the right thing. Most days, I feel pretty confident that our kids will be fine in daycare. We'll have time for them and for each other, and hopefully won't suck at patient care or research. I'm hoping that we CAN "have it all". I'm pretty sure I will need a maid, though, since I'm unlucky enough not to have a stay-at-home spouse running the rest of my life. To those of you who do, I salute you. Just be sure to thank him or her the next time you're bragging about successful you are.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

T minus 18 days until MD

Crazy, no?

It's extra strange to me because I have been so completely focused on other things--lab, getting my medical license (pain in the ASS), doing the mounds of paperwork required to be a resident, getting ready for the baby (YIKES), the foils of pregnancy (being essentially handicapped with various ailments, frequent doctor visits, etc etc), and importantly the hubby's PET scan which is at the end of the week--that I haven't thought much at all about the fact that I am about to graduate and be a student no more. It's a mind scrambler.

In other news, I passed Step 2 CS, which is good, because it means that no one at the NMBE has to get a whupping from me. What a lame experience that was.

My internship starts June 15th, which is more than a week sooner than I had hoped. Mainly I am sad to have less "maternity leave"/time to recover from childbirth and attempt to build up a supply of pumped milk. By the way, though I have seen lactation nurses teach new moms how to pump I am not relishing the thought of having to pump myself.

Which actually kind of explains my whole take on this pregnancy/childbirth thing. I've seen a third degree tear up close and personal, as well as lots of C sections, births gone awry, or even those that go okay but still leave mental scars for those who had to witness them. Having seen so much from the medical end of things must alter how you view the experience, but I can't say, having only had the experience from this point of view. It's also weird because I am reading books about Lamaze, approaches to laboring, etc., most of which are pretty darn anti-medicine; however, clearly I am NOT so much with the anti-medicine. But apparently I am pretty susceptible to suggestion because I keep finding myself thinking, "Yeah! Why DO they make laboring women do that?!" It's very strange.

And even though all the books try to make you feel guilty about having any drugs, I am totally getting an epidural. Why? Because I've seen what happens to first time moms who don't, and... well, no thanks.

In any case, that's all for now. The countdown to labor and--gasp!--graduation is ON. Hopefully I will labor early enough to be able to go to graduation. It's going to be a close shave, as I am due the day after graduation. I think I would be pretty bummed to miss graduation; after all, this is a big end to a looooooooong road, and I feel I've earned hearing my name and walking across the stage. I guess there are more important things, but damn. Come a little early, girl, and let your momma have her day in the sun!

Now I'm back to all those chores and errands which somehow seem to take up WAY less time when you are working than when you are on vacation. How does that always happen?