A Day in the Life of a Doctor Mommy with Crazy miracles

A day in my life is a Miracle.

The miracle that things get done.Beds get made food gets cooked, posts get written and hospital work gets done.All the while being mommy to my five-year-old angel.

I pray to God every day and thank him every night because:

• My mommy taught me to cook and survival skills even though I resisted.
• For giving me an amazing friend and life partner, with whom clearing out dust under the bed, becomes fun too!
• For giving me an angel of a daughter. Who tells me to stop listening to my naughty brain when I am creating a ruckus.By the way, she is five and I am not!

With introductions done, now about how things get done, let me give an overview.Don’t want you to think I am mad,but in our home we both juggle roles every day!

The mad schedule 

• Wake up in the morning together.
• Breakfast is made and plants watered.We switch chores alternately.I get bored easily and can burn everything in the morning.
• Get Rai’s Tiffin  ready  
• Wake Rai up.Breakfast together.
• Get Rai ready together.Often playing tag and with plenty of cuddles.
• Off to school.Preschooler dropped off.
• Four and a half hours at school.That’s the golden time span.

• Go back home.Hubby to the hospital for his morning rounds.Get lunch ready while checking e-mail, reading and sharing on mobile while fish and rice gets cooked.I also check to see whether scheduled post got published.I try to focus on the task at hand in 10-minute parcels.
• Make beds and put things in order while waiting for my friendly maid to turn up and help me along.
• House work done.

• Off to the hospital to log in, attendance with the  Biometric nonhuman.
• Fight my way through deodorant challenged humanity to reach the elevators.Trying to flash my ID at the same time.
• Reach the 8th floor of my OPD  to see teeming crowds standing 
• It never fails to surprise me how so many people have ENT problems.Greeting my juniors, who are the biggest help.Mad rush starts!

• Some days it’s the cool interiors of the operation theatre.Those days I am happier.
• After few hours at the OPD, indoor rounds or emergency surgery (depends on what the Gods have decided), it’s time to go home for lunch.I live 10 minutes away from the hospital. Perks of small town life.
• Hubby has picked up Rai from school in the meanwhile and gives her lunch while I get the salad ready for ours.Lunch over and playtime starts with Daddy, while mommy goes to take an afternoon lecture class for undergraduates.This luckily is not on schedule every day.Sometimes hubby has a class too.When we can’t manage my sis in law baby sits Rai.Blessings !

Now the current healthcare scenario and mob mentality are making operation theatres breeding ground for stress.Who can predict the future with hundred percent accuracy?If you can, do apply for jobs at the hospital.Predictions before admission will make it easier.Maybe!

• Come back home to tea and gup-shup.Thank God my cook is back after a 2 months break(she broke her wrist) and I can actually think and write.Otherwise, for last two months, I felt I was sleepwalking through chores and writing.On Tuesday’s like today, I am on call 24 hours.That means I am a bundle of nerves.This where my trusty treadmill and writing alone can help me calm down.Then it’s Daddy’s turn to go to the hospital.

We are both working and get things done because our duties are adjusted.We try to schedule duties so that one of us gets to be at home with Rai.In the evening she goes for her extra curricular activities and I get an hour to get exercising and write my post for the next day.

Everything else gets written after 9.30pm when Rai goes to bed.Off to bed at 11.30pm.

It’s a mad world and the only reason it works is God’s blessing, no commute troubles being a small town, flexible work hours, loads of sacrifices on both our parts and help from several people.

 We have one objective in mind.Be there for each other and for the little angel, God has blessed us with.

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I must mention the four hour work week by Tim Ferriss which is one of my favorite reads. Inspired by it.But till now Workweeks refuse to be limited to four hours.