Monday, July 26, 2010
People often ask me how I keep it all together, with marriage, medical school, a kid, a kid on the way, etc. And I can't help but think of Pete and his constant remark, "Life is a journey, not a destination". If there is absolutely, one thing that man taught me, straight to my core, it's accountability. That one word, that one trait, that is how I keep it all together. I make every decision in my own life, and once made, I own that decision. I chose to quit all sports, except swimming in high school. It was hard, but it provided me a scholarship top 10 NCAA swimming program. I then chose to go to medical school. I chose to marry Matt. I chose to have children in the midst of all of this, so the only option left, is to make it all work! Accountability makes one confident. It makes one proud of every accomplishment, and reflective of every failure. It gives direction and breeds excellence. (I think accountability is why I blog so freely about my life. I stand by my decisions, and have no shame in sharing them.)
I have no idea where the next year will take me. I may have to uproot my family, make Matt find a new job, move to a foreign part of the country, all so I can work ridiculous hours. But this is our choice, and we will make it work, and we will be happy.
I can only hope that Pete has loved his journey, and is fulfilled with all he has accomplished. I cannot imagine the satisfaction in knowing that you have inspired, touched and influenced so many lives, so strongly. Because that satisfaction is completely deserved, as Pete has always been accountable for every one of his actions (whether it's throwing a clipboard on the ground in frustration at a young athlete, or accepting his inauguration into the Hall of Fame.) And if you had seen the turnout to his retirement party; attendance ranging from his most current elite athletes to those he trained back in the 70's, you'd see what a lifetime of achievement looks like. So, thank you Pete.
Friday, July 23, 2010
These two moments, coupled with the fact that everyone who sat next to me on my four flights asked when I was due, made me realize, I can no longer deny the baby bump. I am not just bloated. I am not short of breath because I am out of shape. I am not gaining weight because I have suddenly begun eating too much. I am actually carrying around a growing baby that is now 25 weeks old! Getting a big belly is unavoidable. I probably should have read the signs a few weeks ago, when I switched (nearly completely) to maternity clothing.
But denial makes things so much better. If I continue to deny that I have a baby smashing my stomach into my diaphragm, then perhaps this indigestion is temporary, might even be gone by tomorrow. Or, perhaps the aches in my back will be cured by one dose of Tylenol. And the restless legs will not keep me from falling asleep. Then again, feeling the kicks, seeing the photographic evidence of a growing belly, and the fact that I really do feel better then I ever did while pregnant with Brock, makes me really happy. And really excited to meet our new addition. And I can't deny it.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
As we set out from cocktail hour at the O'Laughlin estate (because they don't serve alcoholic beverages at the roller-rink, rightly so) to SkateWorld, dressed in our jorts, a few thoughts came to mind on the topic of what to expect. None of us had been to a rollerskating rink since, umm, grade school? We wondered, would they still have couples skates? Ladies' skates? The limbo? Backwards skate? Has the music changed? We also thought, will we look silly in our ridiculous garb? Then, someone remembered that perhaps, recently, there may have been a shooting outside SkateWorld or some other local rink. As we pull up to the absolutely unchanged, unupdated building, behind a cop car mind you, a few things were confirmed immediately. Yes, if this place is being patrolled by a cop, there was probably a shooting, and we should probably be nervous. And two, I doubt if anyone will find our jean shorts, side ponies, socks and other garb to be odd or out of place.
Upon entering, we again were not disappointed by the nostalgia of it all, because NOTHING had changed! And though we spotted many people in jorts, and clothing significantly more interesting than ours, I still felt we stuck out like a sore thumb. Let's face it, you can't hide class, just like you can't hide trash - I am sure it's the hair and teeth that give it away. After skating a few laps, it was the "ladies' skate"! Then came the limbo (which Christin had a good chance of winning, until she got intimidated by the 8 year-old, 2 time champion, who told her that her had touched and she was actually out...next time kid, lookout, we're just getting warmed up.)
The best part of it all, of course, came in the abundance of wonderful people-watching opportunities! Is the 50-something year old man, doing graceful prouette's in the middle of the floor a former figure-skater? ballerina? or just an avid rollerskater? Is the little old man, in the fastskin looking jammers practicing for his next speedskating competition? Is the Snoop Dog look-alike on something, or just really feeling the music? Which brings me to the one thing that did change, the music was updated! A bit of a disappointment, I was really hopping to hear "Kris Kross will make ya Jump, jump!"
Needless to say, we left our childhood skating rink, with a feeling of satisfaction. It's kind of nice to know that some things will always be there for our entertainment. A great idea for a birthday party, whether you are turning 27 (Matt) or 5. We also left with a feeling of aches and pains - at least I know I did. Pretty sure that night of rollerskating, launched me straight into the "pregnancy waddle" - I am hoping this is transient. I DO NOT remember it being that exhausting.
June 18th, 2010
Reception July 16th at the Simpson House
Monday, July 19, 2010
...I am officially a 4th Year medical student!
To complete my final year, I take 2 national board exams. The first one is the PE, where they test my clinical skills and grade me on patient interactions. I take this on Thursday, July 22nd. The second is Step 2 COMLEX - another written, long, hard exam. I take this on Friday, August 13th! Hoping for reverse luck on that one.
I then complete ERAS, an online system that compiles all the information I will be sending to the residency programs for which I am applying. Then, hopefully, I get granted a few interviews that will take place from November thru January. Then, I wait patiently until the middle of March to find out if I matched anywhere. Nope, not a stressful process, whatsoever. Will I get an interview? Will I get ranked? Will I have to move in July? I take it a day at a time, really all that can be done for now.
Oh, and I am planning on becoming an OB/Gyn.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
In every mother's eyes, their child is perfect. I would change nothing about Brock, nothing. But I have come to realize, that had he been born to a "lazy" mother, she might describe him as a difficult child. I am defining a lazy mother, as one who would rather sit and play, or read, or whatnot. One who when outside would rather just stroll along, or when at the park, would prefer to sit on the bench and observe as their child plays. One who would like the option of letting the kid out of their sight for less than 30 seconds knowing their little one will not have strayed more than 3 feet. And if the toddler were to wander, they'd hope it would become worried and turn around within, I don't know, a house length/ 15 yards or so. This is a perfectly acceptable "mother type" to be differentiated from a neglectful mom - which is absolutely not tolerated.
Fortunately, my high energy son, was provided with a high energy mother (all the time, except during pregnancy). For he does not turn around after 15 yards, nor 30, nor even 50 most of the time (further distances have yet to be tested...) And if he thinks you are following him, then it turns into a dead sprint to get away, and you have no option but to chase, because you never know when far is too far for him. And usually there is a street that hits before the limit of his comfort zone. He will generally play well at a playground, but eventually, curiosity gets the better of him, and off to wandering, or drinking from other mother's coffee mugs, or trying to open other people's car doors. He does have moments of "quiet play" but this usually just means he is tired. That child is either full steam ahead or down for the count. Being used to his antics, I consider him to be a very well-behaved, wonderful son. Even when his adventuresome attitude result in near heart attacks for mom.
What I am trying to say, is the more I think about it, the more I realize that child-rearing is all in the eye of the beholder. What seems like an exhausting, ill-behaved child to one, can be considered just a curious, highly-active child to another.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The pond where we set up camp for the day is surrounded by acre, upon acre, upon acre, upon acre of open fields of 3 foot grass which eventually opens up to a highway that, as evidenced by the road kill every quarter mile or so, is no place for a little rat dog. So, Brock, Tali and I set off to walk the path back to the farmhouse, in case our dim-witted canine friend, had a moment of logic and chose to travel in the correct direction toward safety. Matt was driving back to the farmhouse, as this errand was the reason we even noticed Tater's disappearance, so he would be checking the highway. As I walk with Brock on my shoulder's calling Tater's name and making kissing noises, Tali leaps through the grass seeming to understand our mission and Brock just continually asks with upturned hands "where's Tater" and attempts to make kissing sounds himself.
After walking a good 1/3rd of a mile, my sister pulls up next to us with the car and offers her services. We get in, and decide it best to drive back to the house, then work our way backwards. Well, we arrive, and there you have it. We find Tater comfortably curled up in the backseat of the 4runner, as if nothing out of the ordinary has transpired. Apparently, about a mile or so down the road, Matt discovered our panicked, little greyhound running in the middle of the highway! Guess he figured his best odds of being seen for a tiny, black dog, is running on a black road. Yet again, Tater amazes us that he has survived these 5 years on earth. And thank goodness this little fiasco did not put a damper in any of the daily activities:
Never again will that animal be joining us for fireworks. But let's hope the mullets, coveralls, hillbilly golf, horseshoes, fishing, food, fireworks, family, fun and various facial hair styles make a regular appearance.
Friday, July 2, 2010
The baby never stopped moving for the Sono, and is waving hello! It is always so fun to put a face to all those spastic movements. And also quite a relief put to rest any concerns about deformities, hernias, missing or dysfunctional organs, missing limbs, fingers, toes, etc. Baby 2.O is as healthy as a horse. Just the way I like it.
Look out world (but mainly, Brock, Tali & Tater) - appears we've got another wild one on our hands!