T Rex just keeps asking questions, endless questions: Is Dad at work? Why does he work? Are their machines there? Is it hot? Is it cold? Is it just right? Does he miss me while he's there? Is it almost the weekend? Will he be home for the witching hour? The questions just keep coming until I ask him to think about more questions with his inside thinking voice.
Last Monday I captured a photo of the kids waving goodbye to their dad as he drove away to work. These photos make me feel so sad for them because I know how they are feeling knowing he will be away from us for the day. However, the photos also warm my heart because they remind me these little kids have such absolute, perfect, pure love for this man who so tenderly loves and cares for them.
Then, the daddy-detox begins...
Quick update regarding school - I catch up just in time for the week to start again. This past weekend I spent the majority of my free time working on a pediatric urinary tract infection presentation. Thank you T Rex Dad for toddler wrangling the kids so I could endlessly work. I also spent 2 hours at the health center waiting to get a TB test (glad I took my textbook, such a waste of time otherwise). Last week was a great couple days at the internal medicine clinic and later at the pediatric clinic. My heart broke as I told an elderly couple there was nothing more that could be done for this gentleman's condition and hospice should be considered. However, the week ended much better as I did a set of pediatric well checks - one on a 10 day old newborn and one on a seven year old boy (with his 2 year old brother helping). Ahh, the peds days I feel like I'm in my element. I guess I'm used to the chaos. I learn so much every week. My brain is on overload. I wish it absorbed things like my kids' brains do. I think I should send my kids to graduate school now while their brains are so plastic and mold-able. Alas, this Monday is over and I need to get to bed for a couple of long clinic days.
Are Mondays tough in your house, too?
4 comments:
Boy can I relate to this post. Deaglan misses Shaune all the time. Shaune works late two nights a week and even to me I constantly have to remind myself that it's only two nights. Often Deaglan will start wimpering that he misses his daddy. We will call Shaune and they will talk but even right after it's not uncommon for him to cry. I just love that picture of the two of them watching out the window. Yep, we go through Daddy detox too!
You are doing such important work my friend! I'm so grateful that there are people like you who are meant to do this kind of work.
It is so sweet how much they love their dad and miss him. What a tribute to what a great father he is.
And maybe pediatrics will be your thing!
Yes it is hard to say goodbye to daddy. We stand and wave til he drives away. 'Bye Dad' is repeated over and over thru out the day and everytime the phone rings it's 'dad! dad!' no matter who is calling :)
You may be made for pediatrics!
This is a very sweet post. The picture just breaks my heart a little.
So cute.
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