7:30 a.m: Fumbling at my front door. Little Bits starts to jump up and down. “Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home, yeah” doing her silly dance with her adorable smile and bed head. I don’t think it has registered in her sweet innocent mind yet that when Daddy walks through the door he will, well ... how do I tell her?
“Daddy Daddy!” she runs up to him giving him the biggest hug like she has not seen him in the longest time and he is the greatest thing since slice bread. Which to her he is ... to me, that’s a whole other story for another day!
Then I hear her crying and honestly, I thought it would be at least another five minutes before she started to cry. “Mommy, da da aadddd ddd yyyy is going to sleep.”
“I know he worked ALL night last night when we were sleeping, remember?” I say trying to be silly and making light of the situation.
Little Bits: “I miss daddy.”
Me: “I know you do; it’s okay to miss him, I do too. Let’s play a game.”
This is basically how the whole day went. Off and on Little Bits would remind me that she missed Daddy, and I would comfort her and try to distract her by being the best mommy in the world only to fall short every other time.
5:30 P.M. The alarm clock is going off in our bedroom and my husband is reluctantly getting up and walking into the bathroom while Little Bits attacks him with a hug. Half-awake, he manages to fake a “hi” and hug her. She stays in the bathroom with him while he showers and wakes up only to be close to him. I hear her say, “Daddy, you have to go to work tonight?” He says, “Yes.” I do not hear crying which is always a good sign. “I love you, Daddy; dream of greatness” which is something they always say to each other at night on the rare occasion he does get to put her to sleep. She is blowing him kisses.
This is what it will be like in my house for the next four nights.
Complete strangers with my husband, with her father.
Eight years of college, four years of residency earning $40,000 to $46,000 working eighty plus hours a week and then, and only then, you become an attending physician. Not to mention the HUGE student loan bill of $200,000 the average doctor has.
ANY hospital I know of that you walk in to today will see you without the heath care reform plan of Obama. Hospitals are mandated to treat patients in an emergency regardless of insurance or lack of it, regardless of ability to pay, regardless of legality of immigration status ... why is that even an issue in the debate?
I have a real problem with the health care reform and the people that clamor for it...I don’t think they understand what it is like for a doctor today. I love all of the ‘liberals’ that support the health care reform. I have one question for them. Just one. Are you going to pay my daughter’s college education in sixteen years?
We struggle ... we sacrifice and no one has given us anything for free. Everything my husband has he has worked for, we have worked for, so why should any of that be taken away or threatened to be taken away from him? Go after the insurance companies if you want to make a difference, the insurance companies charging ridiculous premiums while reducing their payments to doctors and hospitals, and amassing unbelievable surpluses to build phenomenal monuments to self and “donate” some of their excess...to the “arts” or “community” or whatever momentarily strikes their fancy ... while paying the CEO’s HOW much?
Health care reform is not going to anything to improve medicine in our society. As a matter of fact, it is going to scare more doctors out of medicine. The best and the brightest have been increasingly wary of the field since the heightened ease of malpractice lawsuits, and the overzealous pursuit of lawyers who earn up to forty percent of a settlement of the “victim’s” compensation for suffering. The bottom line for a lawyer is money; the bottom line for a physician is patient health. Physicians take an oath; lawyers do not. Do you wonder if there is an ethical discrepancy? Do you think the lawyer’s compensation may be a little out of control?
I agree wholeheartedly with the need, indeed the right, of patients to sue for incompetence/negligence of a physician; I think it’s deplorable that sometimes doctors and/or hospitals worsen a patient’s condition through their mistakes. But come on, I feel seriously sorry for all those ob/gyns who left the state or the profession because they delivered babies whose parents later found to have learning difficulties and were sued for causing a “lack of oxygen” by “not getting the baby out fast enough”.
I want to know that if I need a doctor or someone I love needs treatment they will be able to go to someone competent and well trained, not someone who graduated at the bottom of the class. I want to choose my doctor and with him my treatment plan. I do not want any government deciding whom I may see or what treatment I may receive to “reduce costs”...and I want bright, dedicated, committed men and women to continue to sacrifice so much for the benefit of ultimately being able to heal others ... I want there to be a future generation of hardworking doctors.
I want my daughter to have the option to choose medicine as a career without the constant threat of “lawsuit” breathing down her neck, or a new government agency telling her “medical training is secondary to cost control,” so practice with “the dollar” as your bottom line.”