After 6 years… I’m back!

Wow, what a few years it’s been! It’s kind of nice to look back at the old posts and remember what I was thinking when I wrote some of those.

Since I last posted, I’ve had 2 kids, moved 3 times (in San Diego), became partner at my practice, and have met some really great friends. Our lives have gotten so busy with all of the above, that we crave being home with the kids and ordering in. A couple of years ago that’s all we did!

Speaking of being so busy, if you’re reading this you’re probably wondering why I’m reinvigorating this blog. Well, I don’t have a good answer for that yet. For one thing, I’ve felt like I’ve been in a little bit of a professional rut lately. Of course, I have an amazing job and I enjoy what I do. Lately though, I’ve noticed a lack of passion for it. Sometimes when I drive to work I think to myself, do I want to really do this drive, to this office, for another 20 years? And the answer is definitely no! So what to do? I can’t just quit… or can I? But what would I do instead? Could I be a stay at home parent? Could I switch careers? Could I go back to school? Eek! Too many questions and not enough answers.

I can’t be the only 40-something that is going through this right? I have been at this medicine thing for over half my life, because I knew I was going to medical school when I was as young as 14. I don’t have any idea what else I would find interesting to do, and I have no idea where to start! I figure if I document this journey, maybe I can find a friend who is going through something similar. Or inspire someone who feels the same way?

So there you have it. I’m still figuring out the blog logistics so for now you’ve got a bare bones post. At some point I’ll get pictures and links and all that other stuff. And I would love to hear comments! Any thoughts about what I’m doing, where I’m going, etc. Thank you for joining me on this ride!

 

 

Patience is a virtue? Tell that to a bedrested patient!

Hello everyone! I’ve reached 28 weeks. The magic number as far as my OB is concerned. The sweet spot that any medical person would be happy about. At this stage of life, these kiddos would likely be fine if they decided to come now. But have you seen a 28 week old baby? These guys need to cook a little longer! I want my babies coming out with little chubby cheeks that I can pinch. So here I am channeling my restless energy into the blog..Calgon take me away!

It’s been a little bit of a tough week. My sister-in-law got married, so for obvious reasons I couldn’t attend that. But, I was live streamed into the ceremony and for part of the reception so I got to see some fun details in real time! Then yesterday was our Hindu version of New Year’s Eve, or Diwali, as we call it. And I was stuck in a hospital room instead of celebrating with my family and friends. Last but not least, to top it all off, it is likely I will be here through Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday of all time. Turkey and stuffing in a hospital just doesn’t sound appealing does it? So if you’re wondering- yes, my patience is being tested a little these days.

I talked to a friend yesterday who reminded me that I ran a marathon a few years ago. Yes, me- the bedrested, now 40-ish pounds heavier preggo woman- ran a marathon. Seems like a lifetime ago, which is why I needed the reminder. Her reminder got me thinking and I started to remember the details of the race. The sweating,the adrenaline rush, the cheering crowd on the sideline, the leg muscles doing what they had been trained to do after months of training. What great memories! But then I remembered the moment I reached mile 18, and hitting that “wall” that everyone tells you about. All I wanted to do was stop- stop and walk off to the side, join the cheerleaders in the crowd and pat myself on the back for even running that far. But before making this drastic decision, I slowed down and walked a little bit. How will I feel in a few days? Won’t I feel ashamed for just having a few more miles and not finishing this goal that I had had for so long? After 10 minutes I decided. However hard those last 8 miles were going to be, I realized that in the long run, finishing the race would have been the only outcome I could live with. And I got back to running.

Bed rest, which most people would not liken to running a marathon, IS like running a marathon in my opinion. I’ve hit the wall. The two week wall. Four to six more weeks of this sounds difficult. Becoming one with  my hospital bed was not what I had in mind for my last few weeks of not having children. But even though we’ve reached the 28 week milestone and I could probably have these kids safely, in the long run, I would never forgive myself for not having tried harder for these babies to be born later, closer to their due date. These babies need to cook for a few weeks longer.

And what’s few weeks for a lifetime of healthy chubby cheeks?

I’m off to hurdle over the wall. More next time.

Reema

Doing anything that can pass time..

Hello everyone! This is my first blog post. I’ve been meaning to start a blog for um, two years now? Why now vs all the other days I could have? Well, I’ve been forced into a situation where I just have to “rest” and keep my mind “busy”. See, I’m expecting twins, and have reached the ripe gestational age of 27 weeks! But my doctors have told me that I have a “dynamic” cervix and an “irritable” uterus, which in the medical world basically means that I’m at a very high risk of going into labor soon.. So in order to keep these babies cooking a little longer, I’ve been put in the hospital on supervised bed rest. Mainly because I couldn’t be trusted at home- I’m a little bit of workaholic- at home and at work, so keeping someone like me at home on bedrest is a guaranteed delivery of two premature babies. So here I am! And now I’m starting my blog.

What am I going to write about, you ask? When I had this idea a couple of years ago, I was going to talk about clothing in the workplace (I’m a doctor, so this would have been aimed for us fashion consious women physicians). But two years later- I’m married, expecting two kids at the same time, new to the West Coast, and starting a new job. So, I think I’ll have plenty of other stuff to talk about! But don’t fret- fashion in the workplace will pop up from time to time! I will definitely have a few words to say, especially since I will be going back to work as a mom.

Thanks for reading my post and I’m so happy that you will be joining me on my journey!

Reema