the plight of doctors

I hate and love this picture because it depicts my life, to be specific my career life in equal measures. 

I had my Sick and cranky son with me in the theatre because on that specific call week, I had no nanny, my able nanny was at a burial.my partner was away, we worked in different hospitals hundreds of kilometers apart. It was a weekend, so no colleague would have helped. The understaffed Olkalou district hospital has only one doctor covering the hospital every night and all weekend. no nurse would have helped carry my temi, they were engaged in labour suite, the only available nurse covering the hospital had gone for a referral to Nakuru pgh. everything had worked to lead us here.I was three months pregnant. It was not the first time, this had happened severally, mostly when, like any mother, previous nannies would be overwhelmed by my call weeks.