Just when you get to work in the morning, park your car at the garage of the parking lot and you press the button in your Tesla to open the rear doors, waiting for the kids to get down, who you’ve obviously dropped at school BEFORE you drove to work, until a few seconds pass by, when you wonder, why’ve the kids gone so quiet? Are they up to something? And you rush out of the driver seat to make sure they didn’t start running towards the road as soon as the doors opened, to only realize that the full-time-mom-mode needs to be turned off for a bit when the doctor-role kicks in, the moment you hit the hospital premises!
And part of my mundane routine at lunch time, at work, in the doctors’ lounge, ie. only if I get the time to take that break, on occasion, with a couple or three colleagues, or even by myself, I often wonder why there aren’t anymore bites getting to my mouth… until I embarrassingly realize that my hubby isn’t there to spoon feed his baby! And just another reminder comes along then, that the spoilt-wife-mode also needs to be turned off at work!
The mother, the wife in me are just as much present in me at work, just as much is the physician in me at home!
No matter how perfect I want to be as a mother, as a wife or as a physician, the imperfections I feel as, the but natural guilt of a working mom, or as a physician, is probably what makes me feel human.
Despite so many unfinished errands and pending tasks, the mother and the doctor in me are what make me complete!
NotesOfADrMom 