I feel entitled to a token rebellion during my nights weeks. Last night had plenty of ups and downs, but I think it did showcase many of the positives of the work on OB. We delivered a bunch of babies, didn’t take anyone to the OR, and didn’t make any major mistakes (I hope…). Watching the sun rise through a hospital window sent chills down my spine and brings tears to my eyes. It always has. It’s the fatigue of another 13-14 hour night shift, the satisfaction of having done your duty, and the pride and privilege of working in this line of work. I wouldn’t trade that feeling for all the world.
Nights, OB nights in particular, are hard. Shifts start early and always end late, and there is always one more thing to do. But the acuity of the work is a beautiful mix ranging from moderate-intensity pregnant moms, to the moment when a 27 weeker rolls in by EMS 10 centimeters, fully effaced, and actively contracting or when a grand multip starts telling you “Its time.” In addition to delivring babies,, in OB, you get to do much of internal medicine, just for pregnant women. All in all, not a bad gig.
Alright- to sleep, perchance to dream – and have a drink on m3.