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Through the joy of children’s eyes

Today I was in a mood when I got to work.  The weather was dreary.  Savvy woke up early and spent the morning crying that she didn’t want to go to school but instead just wanted to “hang out” with me.  By, the time I got to the hospital I felt tired!  I decided to walk in from the front of the hospital to maximize my window time before heading to the basement and I found myself walking up the slight incline at the old end of the hospital.  I had never paid much attention to this incline until my nighttime dinner visits from Savvy while I was on night float a few months ago.  She would giggle and jump excitedly every time we approached this incline. “The MOUNTAIN!  Time to climb the MOUNTAIN!!!” she would say and grab my hand for one of her favorite parts of her visit.  At first I didn’t exactly know what she was referring to, but from the eyes of a three year old, this incline was indeed a little mountain.

So, this morning, I climbed the mountain.  I climbed it with the vigor and joy of my three year old girl.  And, today I had a wonderful day.

Cheesecake Parfait

I came up with this one while shopping in Walmart for a couple of ingredients for dinner.  I wanted to make a dish that Savvy could help with and also something that was quick since we were cooking on a weekday.

Cheesecake parfait 1


Graham Crackers (about 8 squares)
Instant Cheesecake pudding (3.4 oz package)
Berries of your choice (I used strawberries and blackberries)
Cool whip


1. Crush the graham crackers to a powder (a fun task for the little one)
2. Make the instant pudding according to the quick set directions
3. Rinse and cut the berries
4. Mix the berries into the pudding once its set for about 5 minute.
5. Pack all the crushed graham crackers into the bottom of your serving dish.
6. Layer on the instant pudding and berry mixture.
7. Add a layer of cool whip.
8. Top with more berries for decoration!


Cheesecake parfait 2 Cheesecake parfait 3
(Lower fat option – use skim milk for the pudding and lite whipped cream – although I love it as is!)

Girl’s Night

For two nights in a row, my entire call team was all women.  From the attending down to the students.  Over half of us were also mothers – one a mother of two!  One of my junior residents had asked me if we could make sparkle earrings the next time she was on call with me.  I think it was mostly a joke, but in a moment of craziness, I decided to oblige.  I cut a number of shape earrings out of polymer clay while hanging out at home with my daughter before heading in for night call.  We used the time to review shapes and peanut made a necklace for herself.   I baked the clay and glued on some earring backs and packed up the earrings with some glittery nail polish  and decided we’d give it a try.

Of course we had a crazy busy call night.  However, our stress reliever while dictating and writing orders was painting and decorating our earrings!  Our surgery war room was full of nail polish and glitter!  The next morning the next victim on call with me complained that she wanted earrings too.  So I went home and made some more of my shape creations.  That night even my attending got in on the earring making fun.

Love it, post call and earrings as a parting gift.  Yep, this is surgery!


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Daddy time!

My daughter has the most beautiful relationship with her daddy.  They have their own little songs they sing together, bedtime rituals, games only they understand.  She’s his little buddy and I love to watch her chat with him in her little 3 year old way about her day or her thoughts.  I’m currently on a very long night float rotation and my little one is having a hard time keeping her sleep schedule.  Many nights my husband declares that she is going to bed at 8pm on the dot.  I often find her snuggled up with my hubby in bed after they’ve stayed up late watching “one more Dora” or having a jam session in his studio.  There is so much beauty in their father daughter relationship.  It is deep and substantial and real.  I hope their strong bond continues as she gets older and helps her to continue to be strong and self assured.   My husband and I love raising this beautiful girl together.

A few weeks ago I was talking to a fellow resident (and mom of 2) about the typical mommy guilt involved with being a resident and spending time away from your kids.  She’s struggling about choosing a specialty and worried about the damage a more rigorous specialty would cause to her kids.  Somehow we got to the topic of her husband having to comb hair and she mentioned that her daughter actually prefers her daddy’s more gentle approach to her mom’s attempts at taming her hair.  And then we starting talking about all the daddy daughter bonds both of our daughters have and reflected that without their busy mamas, our daughters may not have had the opportunity to form these strong attachments.

My daughter is proud of my work at “the doctor house.”  The time I spend with her is my most treasured and I think our relationship is amazing.  How awesome is it that she also has just as enriching and fulfilling a relationship with her daddy.  And, I’m not suggesting that dads never form close relationships with their daughters in all other work-life situations.  However, just think of how many women you know who report troubled or complicated or loose ties to their fathers.  Maybe our girls would have formed all these same attachments no matter what careers we had.  But, on those days of horrible mommy guilt, it’s nice to think of my baby girl and my hubby dancing, singing and rocking out to their own song.

Savvy and daddy in the studio

Valentine’s Day

During my typical years of teenage angst I had a very unwanted hatred of Valentine’s Day.  I excitedly looked forward to the small heart box of chocolates by daddy gave me and my sister every year since I was a little girl.  I always knew I would have this small treasure.  But, as I got older, I desperately wanted a Valentine of my own to lavish me with silly gifts.  I would look through all the sales sheets in the paper leading up to the big day and imagine what heart shaped JCPenney necklace I would want as a gift.  I (probably rudely) dismissed gifts from unwanted Valentine’s.  Eventually, I channeled my energy into making Valentine’s Day special for others – friend, family, etc.  I decided to embrace the celebration of love in broader forms.  Then I met my husband.

Ever since that very hot June day 13 years ago, Valentine’s Day has been my favorite holiday.  My hubby has never failed to amaze me every Valentine’s Day.  Two years ago he even bought me the cheesy JCPenney heart shaped necklace that I’d dreamed of years ago.  I didn’t even know he remembered me telling him that story.  Well, this year was no departure from the typical amazing thoughtfulness.  This year he gave me a voice.

Last night I walked into our room and saw a brand new writing desk (one I had seen and loved years ago), a glass of wine, chocolate and flowers.  My laptop sat on the new desk opened to my new website!  My husband has told me for years to start a blog/write a book/share my voice. I have toyed with the idea for years, especially since surgical residency has provided me with pages and pages of material – both amazing and heart breaking.  So, here is my Valentine’s Day gift, my recovery room.  Please come here and hang out with me as I share my stories and my crafts.  Feel free to share your recovery too!



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