A Mom Memory
Here it is the end of May, and I’m again scrambling to get a post up. So I went back in time to see what I was up to 10 years ago. That’s when the kids were 3 and 4 years old, and I was …
Here it is the end of May, and I’m again scrambling to get a post up. So I went back in time to see what I was up to 10 years ago. That’s when the kids were 3 and 4 years old, and I was …
Working moms everywhere will agree, it’s just HARD since COVID-19 and working from home became a thing. Our clinic is following hospital social distancing guidelines, so I’m now on-site physically seeing patients about half the time, and at-home virtual half the time. That home time …
All work and no play makes anyone a little depressed. It’s not that work is boring. There’s never a dull moment over at Man’s Greatest Hospital, that’s for sure. I’m taking busy to new levels, taking on a lot of new responsibilities, inventing some even, …
Babyboy has had the flu for the past five days, so Hubby and I have had crappy sleep for the past five nights. We’ve found ourselves up at odd hours dosing liquid acetaminophen, delivering Albuterol puffs, fetching vomit buckets, and futzing with the humidifier. My …
I’m extremely proud to announce that the Mothers in Medicine book is now available for ordering on Amazon as well as from Springer publishing!* This comprehensive work represents a massive effort by physician- mom and editor at the Mothers in Medicine blog Katherine Chretien, as …
I rarely get to the gym, and when I do get there, I’m on a tight schedule. So I want the biggest cardiovascular benefit and most calorie burn in the least amount of time. Plus, I’m a Type A, perpetually multitasking, frighteningly nerdy medical professional… …
I am so freaking proud of myself. It’s the end of summer vacation. There’s no more camp, no routine. Sleep and wake schedules are wacky. These kids are kind of dysregulated. And, Oh, they were terrible. They were at each other’s throats. There …
It’s a gorgeous summer Saturday night. The kids are asleep early. Hubby is away with the team, the team is playing, and the game is on. I fully intended to plop down on the couch, tune in to the live radio broadcast with the TV …
I’m sharing this beautiful and powerful essay by a med school classmate, friend and hero. She writes about her invasive breast cancer diagnosis at age forty- one, and how it changed her life– for the better.
It’s the Monday after school vacation week, and here I am boarding my train, bound for downtown and my clinic. Part of me is elated! Doctoring is, weirdly, the easier half of my existence. It’s a challenging and rewarding career for which I feel well-suited, …