Kent's hours on pediatric surgery haven't been nearly as bad as I'd imagined. His opinions on them may differ from mine considering most of the worst hours he's putting in don't phase me a bit since I'm still sleeping (5-7 am and his all night call shifts).
The part of his rotation that's killing me is the stories he comes home with.
Zeb has been more accident prone since Kent started surgery than he has in a long long time. Just yesterday he ran SMACK into a large concrete pole. The thud was audible from quite a distance and the hit left bruises on his little noggin. Today he took a swan dive from the top of the TALL jungle gym at Swan Creek Park. I didn't happen to see the fall- but plenty others did. The poor kid landed face first and on his chest. It knocked the wind out of him so hard that he didn't take his first gasp until I'd run all the way over from where I was sitting.