of a safe haven

The most difficult part of having rotating jobs is finding out how a certain unit works. I realized today that I have been doing something majorly wrong, and no wonder I have lost my brownie points with the consultants. But the point is, at least I'm learning. If I make mistakes, I apologize and move on. A saying goes that "A mistake is not really a mistake if one learns a lesson out of it." So, I imagine that there will be lots of "learning points" in the coming weeks.

In the mess today, I did take a detour to my safe haven.

I would like to think that everyone has a haven. I remember television series depicting doctor's hideout to be one of the janitor's closets, or the hideout underneath a flight of stairs. But I found a different kind of haven. Strangely enough, there is peace and quiet in that room, and my favorite people are also there. And today, just five minutes within the sanctuary is gold.

This haven is the Special Care Nursery. And my favorite people in the hospital are the babies.

I realized today how much I love Pediatrics. I love working with the innocence of children. And how they are brutally honest - and because of their innocence, how the adults have to believe in what they say. But among all the age group, I actually have grown fond of the babies the most. I remembered how I was so afraid of handling them during my first day in Pediatrics, as though they will break when I move a limb. How things have changed.

And I do hope that this will happen to my maternity term too - that I would like this rotation. Or at least part of it. Okay, maybe not "like". For now, I should aim to not hate at least part of it. (I shall not ask for much.) I was advised that I just have to cope with 8 weeks of this mess. Week 1 almost ending, and I thank God for it.

At least my safe haven is just next door. Hello babies! :)