The Bean just turned 9 months old. It seems that he has had quite the spurt of development in the last few weeks. He got 2 new teeth, he started pulling up, he started crawling "for real," and he started to cruise. Just like that! He is a "big boy." I'm not ready! He is my *baby.* In so many ways. He still prefers the mama. He still dive bombs the boobs. Such a boob man, is he. I am breastfeeding longer than I had with CindyLou. She had little interest in the breast starting around month 8. Mr. Bean, however, is all about the boob, and I fear that it will continue that way until I say, "No more." Gah. I look at CindyLou's almost-4-year-old self, and I can barely fathom my little Bean growing as fast as she. Alas, I know it is inevitable! I have made a makeshift baby corral in the living room. He is such the explorer, it is hard to keep him contained! I am ever so grateful for the daycare's ability to accommodate his growing need for exploration. My living room , unfortunately, is less prepared.
This week has been crazy, nuts. Not in a good way. Deliveries and rescheduling of patients...the bane of my very professional existence. My office staff insists on scheduling me 7 patients in an hour. I am not pleased. I find myself actively fantasizing about other jobs. Less call, more life. Less than 40 patients seen per day. I spoke with another hospital this week. I find myself looking more toward relocating than staying and making this place work. This is a change, but with OtherDoc's wife as an "office manager" and the writing on the wall WRT any immediate change in the office and/or call schedule (not happening). I find myself invigorated by the possibilities out there. I am young, female, American trained, with a decent (I think) personality, and a strong work ethic. There is a lot of opportunity out there for me. I hate the concept of moving again, but, it may be worth it if I can find a job with one day call per week, and one weekend call per month (instead of 4 paltry days off per month, pathetic). Thanks to all of you for still checking on me! More detailed bread and butter OB/GYN in the next post, promise. Happy Weekend!