Considering third year of medical school has been one of the most rewarding, stimulating, and interesting years of my life...and considering it's nearly 5/6 over...my personal documentation of growth during third year has been abysmal. AKA I really need to blog more often.

So for Lent this year, I decided to add something instead of give up something. I'm going to blog everyday for the next 40 days. And my first post will be about my first rotation on third year: Ob/Gyn.

I have to start out with discussing one of the most amazing experiences of my life: delivering my first baby. I hope I'm clear in that I was at the receiving end, not the pusher. People on facebook misunderstood me. Anyway, my first baby belonged to a Spanish-speaking family. I can't remember what country they were from, but it wasn't Mexico. I can't remember her name either, but I remember mom saying the baby looked "china." Haha. I was under the supervision of Dr. Zhang, whose son is in the end of The Avengers, and came up with his lines himself. But I digress. I drove home that day squealing every few minutes from the pure exhilaration. I just helped introduce a new existence into the world. There was a sperm and and egg, and now there was a soul. Wow. For my second delivery, I am not proud of how I ended up delivering a baby. I just walked in. I never met the parents beforehand. My memory is hazy (thus my Lent goal), but they were never told a medical student will be delivering their baby. It just happened. And the parents were still very happy nonetheless. I must note that class played a huge part in these experiences. These were low-income families with health insurance for low-income families. And medical students use it to their advantage. 

Hypocritically, though I do honestly mean it when I say "pure exhilaration," I should also add that it involves fear and complications. Or in my case: fear of complications. That's something I continue to struggle with in general. But it's slowly getting better. 

Also, Ob/Gyn's can be bitches. There must be something about working with all that female energy that just brings out the bitch in some women. Not true for all Ob/Gyn's, but enough of them for me to get a feel for what 4 years of residency with these women would be like. 

Delivering 2 babies was one of the most exciting things I've ever done, but from the looks of most of the attendings' faces, that excitement was gone. 

And for the life of me, I still have trouble feeling for a uterus.