Before you ladies scream, let me tell you about grace. I don’t mean grace that I give my husband, but grace he gave me. When I was graduating medical school and applying for pediatric residencies, we had a 6 month old baby. We both needed to do residency training but knew that it wasn’t fair to our daughter for both of us to be working 90 hours per week at the same time. What to do? I fretted.
Every morning (well- most mornings) I wake up and try to think of ways that I can make my husband’s day nicer. Why? Grace.
Before you ladies scream, let me tell you about grace. I don’t mean grace that I give my husband, but grace he gave me. When I was graduating medical school and applying for pediatric residencies, we had a 6 month old baby. We both needed to do residency training but knew that it wasn’t fair to our daughter for both of us to be working 90 hours per week at the same time. What to do? I fretted.
Then my husband said something extraordinary. “If I do residency now and you stay home with our daughter, you may never go back to work. But if I stay home and take care of her and you do residency first, I know that I’ll go back.” He was right. I knew that if I didn’t do my residency right away, I might bail. I really wanted to be home with our daughter.