I’ve decided to try single-tasking. It’s not going to be easy. But let’s face it: doing multiple things at once isn’t necessary a good thing. You’re unable to do either task well. I’ll admit there are plenty of times I want to check my email on my phone while I feed Connor or while I’m getting myself ready in the morning. But what benefit does that provide? Ultimately, it slows me down and takes away time that I have with the little guy. I really think that technology is making America lazy and impatient. It’s going to be hard when I have a spare moment not to reach for my phone with thoughts of working ahead. I think rather in that spare moment I should reflect on the day or simply just take a few deep breaths to relax. Single-tasking. What a concept. I’ll admit however that these sentences were originally recorded on my voice recorder as I was driving to work. Inspiration hit me for a blog and it was my natural instinct to just grab the phone and get my thoughts out ASAP. … This is going to be interesting.
Connor has decided he’s a big boy. He’s done breastfeeding, no longer needs a bottle, and has made the leap to only drinking from a sippy cup. Over the weekend I was putting away the bottles and breast pump and was surprised by all of the emotions coming over me. Part of me was definitely happy. No worrying how we’d make the transition off the bottle. No more lugging the breast pump with me everywhere I went. No more having to rush home to feed him at the end of the day since he liked to drink around 5pm. No more finding time in between patients to hide in my office and pump. Picture this (or on second thought, maybe not)… There I’d be trying to get paperwork done or trying to dictate with my breast pump whirring in the background…. Oh, what the transcriptionists must think. … However, at the same time I was rather sad and melancholy about the whole thing. I always knew this time would come when he wouldn’t need me to feed. It’s exciting and I’m glad I had that time to spend with him.
Of course he still needs me and loves me, but I was sad about that part of our relationship being over.
Earlier this week, I was presenting at the Columbia Center’s childbirth class. I stood there and was telling expectant parents how to care for their newborn and I couldn’t help but think about how just a little over a year ago I was in their shoes. It’s amazing. One year ago I was excited, nervous, scared, and happy all at the same time. Would I really know what he wanted when he cried? Would I really know how to take care of him? What would I do if I couldn’t get him to stop crying? Now, I’d like to think that I could earn a gold medal for the speed with which his diaper gets changed. Not to mention the fact that lately he has an aversion to lying on his back and I’ve learned how to change diapers with him lying on his stomach. Well, wet diapers at least.
A lot sure changes in a year. Parenting changes you. It teaches you patience. It teaches you how to truly multitask. It teaches you how to do things with one hand. There’s always all sorts of hype in the media, including the recent TIME magazine article, about how to parent, things you should do, and things you should not do. As far as I’m concerned, as long as you love your child, try your best, and never put them in harm’s way, you’re doing a good job. Congratulations.
Epitomy of multitasking: applying makeup, strengthening my left bicep, and bonding with my “I’m-plagued-by-separation-anxiety-and-can’t-be-away-from-mom-or-dad” son. To be honest though, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love feeling needed and I love that he turns to me when he’s scared or sad. I’ll probably be singing a different tune though when he starts to cry as I leave him at daycare. Right now he loves his daycare buddies and simply waves goodbye to me.
I received a phone call at work this morning that my little man had a high fever at daycare and had to come home. Luckily my husband has flexibility in his career and is able to stay home this afternoon. I am thankful for that, although I really wish I could be the one to hold and cuddle Connor, since I know that’s what he’s going to need.
I like to tell my husband that he has many titles: father, husband, handyman, part time cook. I think we can add one more to that list: nurse. Since he’s the one home this afternoon that means that he needs to abide by my type A personality by writing down every temperature, all oral intake, and every dose of Tylenol. This is how I’m used to monitoring childhood illnesses at work and I don’t know how to do it any different with my little one. Despite seeing sick children frequently at work, it’s just not the same when it’s your own child. My heart broke because I wish there was a way to wave my magic wand and make him better. He still gave me a small smile, but he wasn’t the same spunky little guy I’m used to.
It’s kind of ironic. I’ve always told parents, “This is going to be harder on you than it will be for your child.” Being sick, teething, and getting shots are no fun for the children but they’re resilient. It’s always much harder for the parent to see the child cry or be in pain. … Looks like it’s time for me to take some of my own advice.
Good morning fellow parents! I’m excited to write my first blog for Columbia Center. My name is Dr. Kate Burrows. I am an internist and pediatrician. What that means is that I am a physician who takes care of children and adults. In this blog I look forward to sharing my journey as a working mom as well as share health related information about taking care of yourself and your children. I don’t want you to think that I am an expert on parenting, however. New challenges present themselves on practically a daily basis. The most important thing I’ve learned is that you have to stay patient and roll with the punches. It’s funny. No matter how prepared we think we are, there’s no preparing you for the magic, happiness, and (let’s be honest) exhaustion that comes with motherhood. And just when you think you have it figured out, your child learns a new trick or starts cutting another tooth, and the whole ballgame changes. I hope you follow me along on my journey of motherhood and share your experiences with me so we can learn from each other.