…if they did, they would give me a bit of a break. Which, for the last week, they have refused to do!
Meetings all day Wednesday – then birth. Home and in bed around 3am.
Sleep and visits on Thursday.
Clinic all day Friday – then birth. Then almost another birth which turned out to be a false alarm. Home and in bed around 4am.
Sleep and visits on Saturday.
Sunday evening and night – birth. Home and in bed Monday morning 830 am. Sleep until 2pm, then clinic until 6pm.
Out of bed at 5am for – SURPRISE – a birth. Finished and heading to do paperwork at office at 10am. Called for yet another baby at 11am. Heading home around 6pm.
Nowhere in there did I have time to grocery shop, cook decent food or anything of the like. Even my precious Kindfood let me down – I wanted to grab one of their yummy burgers on my way to clinic on Monday, but they were closed. 😦 And seriously, there’s only so many Larabars a girl can eat.
One day (don’t know which) I was craving a burger. So I had Ian defrost some of our grassfed, organic beef we’ve had in the freezer and throw them on the barbeque. Except I was very disappointed. Mixing up the burgers kind of grossed me out. And they just didn’t taste very good to me. I found myself wishing I had made veggie burgers instead!
There was also a trip to Montana’s in there somewhere. I had a coupon and a gift card, so it worked out to be essentially free. We got a veggie burger and fish and chips. Not good, my friends, not good. But at the time I really didn’t care. I was so tired and hungry and needed something with SUBSTANCE. I thought about a salad with some salmon, but I wasn’t convinced it was going to fill the void created by 5 babies and very little sleep. I should have given it a chance anyway….
The past few days have been better (I’ve been off call – ha!). We are heading out for Easter dinner tonight and I’m bringing my own. The other thing I have to start doing again is freezing portions of what I make – that way I have a quick grab and go meal, and I don’t have to be at the mercy kindfood’s hours…..or my bad decision making when I’m tired.