“Learning to treat ourselves lovingly may at first feel like a dangerous experiment”—
This begins a three part series about working in medicine, how we have a hard time taking good care of ourselves, and what happens when we don’t.
“I don’t think you should go back to work. Being on your feet all day could cause this to happen again. What would you do if a sick child came in at the same time you started bleeding? No one wants to make that decision.”
This is the conversation I had last week with one of the doctors that was taking care of me after I was admitted to the hospital for pre-term bleeding. I feel like I am repeating myself when I say, I was 30 weeks and had just finished a long shift in the ED when I started bleeding. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened.
It was a very similar experience to the one I had during my last pregnancy. I was feeling good, I had no pain, but after working all day, I started to bleed. This time it was 3 am. I was getting ready for bed, and right before I left the bathroom, I felt liquid down my leg. I thought to myself, “please don’t be blood, please don’t be blood.” Then I turned on the light, and there were large red drops spattered on the tile.
There was no way I was waking my son up at 3 am to go to the hospital, so my husband stayed home, and I drove myself. After evaluation at our closest hospital, I was ambulanced to the tertiary care center—this time because my baby was only 30 weeks, last time it was because he was profoundly tachycardic. Thankfully I have had no additional bleeding and after 5 full days in the hospital, I was discharged with instructions to ‘take it easy, don’t go back to work, and if there is more bleeding, we will keep you in the hospital until baby is big enough to come out. Also, if you bleed and don’t stop, we will deliver the baby.’
What has been so shocking to me is my reaction to this chain of events. I, like many of my colleagues, pride myself on my resilience. I am also proud of the amount of ‘grit’ I have developed throughout my career and my ability to “power through” challenging situations. I am a hard worker who is passionate and I truly love my job. I do not see myself as weak or incapable or often needing help.
But this, this was different.
The first night I was in the hospital, I thought, this is no big deal. We will be able to go home, I go back to my normal schedule, everything will continue as planned. I had developed an intricate, well thought-out work schedule to slowly decrease my clinical time as I got closer to delivery. This included me working close to resident hours during my second trimester to get all my clinical hours in. However, in the hospital, each day passed and every doctor that I saw (there was a different one every day) used increasingly urgent language to give their professional opinion and recommendations about my plan. They all recommended I didn’t go back. That was not the message I wanted to hear.
When the conversation was put in the context of my health vs. that of my patient’s health, I had a bit of an internal crises. I certainly hadn’t thought of it like that. Up until this point, I still was thinking about what I was comfortable with. About how I was going to communicate the fact that I would need to slow my life down a bit, how I was going to advocate for myself and how uncomfortable that made me.
The very thought of taking my health and well-being and putting it to the top of the list was agonizing. I struggled to sleep, and for the first two nights I woke up crying, thinking about how I would never forgive myself if something happened to the baby while working. These thoughts were juxtaposed with my compulsive feelings to finish what I started, to not ask for help, to ‘soldier on,’ as I was used to, as I was trained. It also was apparent to me that my personal self-worth was inextricably linked to my ability to perform my job.
These intense feelings have led me to consider their origin and to subsequently trace the trajectory. Somewhere in the medical school, residency, fellowship training and then as an attending I stopped caring about my own personal health. You hear this all the time. Doctors are very good at taking care of others, but few of us have regular doctor’s appointments, and few of us take our own health seriously.
Until we can’t ignore it anymore.
To be honest, I am not sure when it started. In my experience, in training, we are never told that it is ok to be sick or that it is ok to take a day off. Instead, the culture is one of reprimanding us and in combination with being judged for time away makes us never want to take time off, and also to be fearful of needing it.
As a medical student, this manifested itself as I worked through cough and cold season…priding myself on finding just the right combination of medications to get through the day without coughing on everyone or passing out, and doing it while not needing any additional rest.
In residency, I prided myself on my near perfect work schedule and never needing to call in sick. Co-residents who struggled with the schedule or with being pregnant during this time were labeled as ‘weak,’ and were whispered about behind their backs. During this same time, when I made a mistake and mis-scheduled my vacation time (as I have detailed before), the hard work and dedication to my job didn’t matter. I moved mountains to get my schedule covered, but my program director didn’t care, and I had to live with traveling across the country to see my family for a weekend instead of a week. I realized in this moment that my needs didn’t matter, my mental health didn’t matter, the job was more important.
When I got to fellowship, I do believe the system was more forgiving, but I had already learned some pretty significant behaviors about caring for myself. One early morning before a shift, I was vomiting, and came to work anyway. I continued to vomit every 30 minutes to an hour while on shift which I mitigated by getting IV fluids and anti-nausea medications from the nursing staff in the back between seeing patients. Eventually I was told to go home, but not before being admonished by the attending that was replacing me, she said she was having bad diarrhea, but “I guess I’ll come and replace you.” As if I was weak for leaving.
As an attending I had a miscarriage and an overwhelming feeling as though I couldn’t tell anyone. My D&C was scheduled on my day off, and my emotional recovery was put on the back-burner. I didn’t know how to prioritize my health and well-being. When my second miscarriage happened I used the only 24 hour period I had off consecutively to take misopristol, which induces bleeding. The next day I returned to work, still bleeding, still cramping, and emotionally numb.
When we are pregnant, however, we are no longer only in charge of our own health. We now have the health of the baby to think about as well. The problem is that this way of being feels so out of alignment with our core self that it feels wrong. I believe we can intellectually understand that slowing down or listening to our bodies will help the health of our baby, but it doesn’t translate into our actions very often. We have been able to force our bodies and selves to do amazing things, like 30 hour work days, 80 hour work weeks, living on little sleep and poor nutrition. We don’t understand that this is wrong, or that it should change when we are pregnant.
Our babies need us to take care of ourselves, which we aren’t used to doing.
In the hospital I desperately needed another doctor to tell me I couldn’t go back to work. Actually, I needed 4 doctors to tell me this. And I needed them to tell me this after I bargained with them about only working half shifts, and only at times when I would be surrounded by other physicians, so if I did start bleeding, I could leave. My trusted OB/GYN peers said ‘No.’
And I breathed a sigh of relief, and I cried with gratitude that someone else had made the decision for me.
So now, I am taking the month of December off. I am eternally grateful that I won’t be anxiety-ridden walking into the hospital. That I won’t spend my time working a shift and worrying about whether or not today will be the day that I start bleeding. I won’t spend my time thinking if I do start bleeding, whether I will call an ambulance or drive myself to the hospital, hoping I don’t hemorrhage on the way there.
I know I am not the only one who has struggled with this. Do any of you have stories to share?
Next week….Part 2–Experiences of Pregnant Physicians
Annie, an amazing, transparent, self-aware reflection on life-events so very recent. Not only you but soon to be with us “Cole” is being blessed by your insights!
Thanks dad! Very hard to come to terms with this idea of “time off!” 🙂
I used to get mad at Eric for doing this! Yeah, he would go to work sick and suffering all day and then come home to lay in bed and sleep all day! I couldn’t understand why a sick day wasn’t allowed in his workplace. It’s insane! I actually can’t remember that he ever called in sick for the ER. Ever. Still annoys the heck out of me because as the spouse, you basically have to pick up the slack at home and then put him back together so he can go work himself to death again.
Thanks Sandy–I think what has always been so interesting for those of us IN medicine is to hear what those OUTSIDE of medicine have to say!! This is one of those instances where it feels totally normal to not take care of ourselves, but to the outside world is kind of nutty. You are not alone is YOUR struggle, as my husband would probably echo a lot of your sentiment!!
I appreciate your perspective! 😉
Awesome post, Annie! So proud of you for accepting the reality and sharing it with all of us. I know so many mama docs can relate, and still so many non-mama, non-docs cannot or will not. In my mind it often comes down to empathy and honestly shared humanity. Simon Sinek writes eloquently about what happens when we make people into abstractions—a place holder, just a body to do the work—rather than real, live humans with needs that change on a dime for reasons beyond any of our control. If we only trusted one another to just pitch in and help out when needed, and not take advantage of each other’s generosity, we’d all be so much better off. It’s more complicated than that, of course.
I hope you keep writing. I’m sure it helps many, myself included. ❤️
Thank you so much Catherine! It is so true that a lot of these concepts come down to empathy and compassion, and really seeing what someone is going through. I felt like the easiest way to do that is to not only share my story , but also the deep conflict I had with the reality of the decision that was being made. Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate your insight! 🙂
Medical Professionals aren’t allowed to care for themselves…when do we get a real break at work for a sit down, calm meal? never….unless there aren’t any kids to see. It’s not right; yet it continues partially because we let it continue. But if we tell the colleague down the hall that one is taking 30″ to eat in the break room—bets you get eyes rolled because the person who is left–has to watch over their patients and now yours. It’s a very unhealthy work environment, in a place where we are trying to restore health.
Thanks Karen! Super unhealthy. And I think you are right, we not only need to start caring for ourselves, but for our colleagues. To BE the person who tells your friend to take a break….no eye rolling allowed…:)