Okay so it wasn’t as dramatic as ONE DAY, but I did, in essence, put away my medical career for good (unless the government changes the requirements to practice medicine, i.e., stops requiring doctors to attend residency, be licensed, be board-eligible, etc).
I was a fourth-year medical student whose husband, S, was a second-year resident in pediatrics. We had thought on and off about getting pregnant but the PLAN was to wait until I was a second-year pediatric resident when I would have the least amount of hours to work.
Well, in January 2006, I’m two weeks late. Like any normal medical student, I think: I would tell my patient to take a pregnancy test just in case. So off we go to CVS and S jokes: Wouldn’t it be funny if you really were pregnant? At this point, I should have known a pink cross with in my future, but it took two pregnancy tests (one that night and another in the morning JUST IN CASE) for me to realize I’m pregnant. YAY! But wait … what is that due date again? Hmm… I’ll be two months into my intern year in a pediatric residency (which is the worst year of a resident’s life — working 80 hours-a-week with 30-hour shifts (no, you did not misread that) thrown in the mix every four days most months of the year). And my husband will be a third-year resident in the same program ALSO working 80 hours-a-week although less months of the year. When we put our name on the daycare waiting list at the hospital the following week, we found out it is open from 6:00 a.m. to midnight. I started imagining my baby there at midnight. And I was not happy. I spoke to many moms who are able to be great pediatric residents and great moms. But I had a sinking feeling as this little boy grew inside me that I was not one of them.
Soon I rallied and I thought: I can do this!! Just not THIS year. I’ll just take a year off after graduating medical school. Lots of people do it. I only have to resubmit my application in November when my son is 3-months-old. But, I reasoned, he’ll be almost a year when I begin my residency, and my husband will be working an 8-5 job with most weekends OFF.
So only I will have be gone a lot. Just me. Gone. A lot.
I waddled down the aisle and accepted my medical degree in May with my shiny new plan in place. I pushed my son out in August. Mom, M.D., doing her thing. But as November loomed closer and I hadn’t slept in months and my husband was working 30-hour shifts, I just couldn’t do it. I ignored the upcoming deadline for as long as I could, but finally called my husband at work. I’m not going to apply for residency. He said: I know. I told my friend K. She said: I know. I seemed to be the only one not in the loop.
I realized over those first few months that I was not capable of being the mom I want to be and work that much. Some people can. They are AMAZING women. But some people can’t. They are ME.
Honestly, I was (am?) shocked that I’m built to be a stay-at-home mom. If you had asked me the month before I got pregnant, I would have said: no way. I will never stay at home. I am a working mom. Period. I have NO desire to be a stay-at-home mom. I thought that the best mom that I could be included me working. I was wrong.
Staying at home is hard, but it’s hardest on my ego. I often avoid telling people about my medical degree because I know that without a residency, I can’t practice. When I tell them, I feel like I have to tell my whole journey. (Although I’m pretty sure that they are just making small talk — no one envies the guy who asks me THAT question at the dinner party.)
When I am feeling uncomfortable with my decision, I think: I’ll eventually do something with the medical degree. But maybe I already have. Maybe it’s in having a little extra knowledge while I take care of my children. Or help out friends with their medical questions. I love hearing stories of others who found callings outside of the hospitals because I want to have a career once my children are in school full-time. But I can’t ever see myself spending 80 hours-a-week away from them. Maybe I’ll focus on my writing full-time. (Don’t hold me to it. I know better than to make any predictions these days.)
Did I waste my time? I don’t know. Would it have been nice to know all this before I got pregnant? Heck yeah! I would have picked a career that I could go back to in five years. Nursing. Teaching. Law. But I also trust that I made the decision to attend medical school with the facts I had at hand so I must have been meant to get the degree.
I know that staying at home with my (now two) children is the right thing for me today. And I still stick the M.D. at the end of my name when I feel like it. Because I earned it. And whether my pride sometimes tells me I could be “more,” my heart tells me to stay put. Because there is no more or less. I am no more or less than the moms who are doctors. They are no more or less than moms who stay at home.
PS. My story is my story. I have no judgment on moms who work or moms who stay home. I hope that my post reflects this — I know that I’m delving into a controversial topic right off the bat. I heard a study once (on NPR?) that moms who work part-time are the happiest. But I’m pretty sure it’s the moms who can choose to do what they feel in their hearts is right for them. I didn’t have as much choice in my decision as I would have liked (part-time-medical-residency isn’t much of an option, trust me), but even if I had, I would have eventually realized that staying at home is for me. It may have just taken longer and maybe another degree.
This post originally appeared on The Mommies Network