We had yet another crazy weekend. I worked Friday overnight. Logan went to Cincinnati for a football game with his dad. Elliot stay with Gam Gam/ Gammie. I got home Saturday after my shift, napped for a few hours and then went to go tutor one of my attending’s kids in Algebra. Then I went and got the boy from Brigitte and we went to Chick-fil-a for dinner, which resulted in me with a sticky flip flop. We went home after that, went through the bed time routine, went to bed, got up at midnight, put the boy in bed with me, got up again at 6, put the boy back in his crib, tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t so got up an worked on applications for fellowship.
Around 8, Elliot awoke. We watched some of his TV show together and then we went downstairs for breakfast. While I was finding something for me to eat, I heard my phone ring. I rushed towards it, but Elliot cried, so I had to go back and get him. Then I went and got my phone. I had missed a call from the ER… *Bum bum BUM (dramatic reverb)* I returned the call and this sweet resident in the class below me said, “Did you know that you are on the schedule to work today?” *GASP* At this point I am already 30 minutes late to relieve this guy from his overnight shift. I ask the guy for 30 more minutes to get there. Then I rushed to get my scrubs, bag, Elliot’s bag, Elliot’s breakfast, and Elliot and threw them all in the car. Then I ran back up for the boy’s tablet, shoes, and… what am I forgetting… DIAPERS!
We drove off for the hospital. I got on the phone en route. I called Logan and told him the situation. There was not a whole lot he could do two states away, but he said he would make some phone calls. Then I called Uncle Tom, who thankfully happened to be up. He said he would meet me at the hospital to come rescue Elliot. I called the overnight resident and asked him to meet me at the door with the pagers to facilitate his getting out of there without further delay.
I arrived at the hospital front door. Amazingly, Tom had made it there before me, him and his canoe attached to the top of his car. We traded cars, since I was out of time on switching the car seat around and, after a quick review on how to start a manual transmission car and a quick summary of events in the ER from the overnight resident, I was off to try to park. I did a lot of coasting, for fear that if I stopped the car I would not be able to restart it. Also, of course, a couple of other residents walked by as I drove. So I waved.
Later, Lisa called me and came over to relieve Tom. She and Elliot had a nice rest of the day, while I worked… Living near family is very very very nice. My back-up plan would have been to take Elliot to the ER and turn on the videos on his tablet and hope he didn’t get into too much stuff, which he probably would have. The worst part though, besides leaving my coffee at home on the Keurig, was missing out on a day without plans with the the boy… Oh well, at least I got a picture…
