Just had an urgent call from my practice, asking if I could help out this week by doing a couple of clinics. It turns out that one of the doctors -a junior partner – went into labour yesterday, six weeks early.
The good news is that mother and baby are doing fine. The bad news is that I pretty much felt obliged to say yes, even though the thought of going back to work sends shivers down my spine.
You see it was all meant to happen in a month of so, and that was feeling tricky enough. What with the need to get Edible Baby to where she could take an occasional bottle of formula, not to mention the issue of childcare.
Thankfully, Godsend Grandma and Sensible Sister have offered to organise a rota, and Jet Lag Dad managed to find some breast milk in the freezer. Which leaves me with just one remaining challenge. Come Wednesday morning, I need to remember how to be a doctor.
