No amount of rocking, feeding, singing would appease her, and so I had to resort to taking her into the bathtub at 6 a.m., while it was -17C out there! She likes baths, and so that seemed to do the trick.
It got me thinking about internship and being oncall though. And in many ways, this was tougher:
- At least when you were oncall, you had a maximum number of hours when the ER could hurt you with admissions. After 8 am the following day, you were home free (I read that now, interns can only work a max of 16 hours. That's cush!)
As a parent, you're oncall 24/7.
- At least you get paid as an intern for the work you did.
- At least your patients don't puke and poop on you (well, you'd hope they didn't- but if they did, the nurses cleaned them up!)
- At least your patients don't cry inconsolably.
Anyway, the babe's asleep now. And I'm feeling like a zombie- exhausted but too tired to fall asleep. Ah, just like the good old days of internship!