After my six-week maternity leave was over, I showed up to work after having been up all night because my Doll must have felt the change coming--she didn't sleep a wink! And I was up with her, trying to soothe her back to sleep.
I was quite embittered (is that word?) that I was scheduled for a 24 hour overnight in-house call just 4 days later, as I thought there was an agreement that I would not be on call for at least a month after returning. That night on call was a particularly slow night, and I was called by the nurses only about twice. One of the calls required me to handle a situation on the floors, and as I was writing my evaluation note, one of the nurses said to me, "it's nice to get some sleep while you're here, huh?"
No, it's not. I would have rather been up every night all night with my Doll than sleep all at work. That's how I felt then, and that's how I feel now, 9 months later.
It is finally May. I see the light at the end of this very long tunnel! Two more months until what seems now to be the golden year of residency.