A Step Back

This last week I rounded at the hospital every morning. I always call ahead to ask how many babies are there for me to get me prepared (and also get them ready for when I come in ). Henry always seems interested in how many babies  I see. The other day he asked me how many babies I had to "fix."

Anyway, one busy morning I had 6 or 7 babies to "fix" and a couple circumcisions to perform. As I was driving there I was thinking of all the things I needed to do before I left the hospital and I was hoping I would have enough time to feed Frances before clinic. I parked in my spot, locked the door and went up. As I was walking to the door, there was a thought that passed my mind saying something was not right. It quickly left my brain as I focused on the babies.

I rounded, cut off some foreskin and finished all my paper work and was ready to go home. I looked in my bag and I couldn't find my keys. Oh man! I asked the floor receptionist and the main lobby if anyone had seen keys (negativo). I thought "maybe I dropped them by my car." As I was walking to my car, I called Aaron to give him a heads up. As I was talking, I went up to my car and found my keys IN my car. Doh!

So Aaron had to round up the kids, get them in the car and drive to give me his copy of the key. Lucky for me Henry had just finished his bath and Frances was in a good mood. I got his key opened my car door and noticed my car was RUNNING! What idiot leaves their keys in the car, with the car running AND doesn't remember they did it?  This one.

Really, I know how it happened. I was never a boy scout, but I still use their motto to "always be prepared."  I do it all the time. I think of the next step and what I need to do after that and after that. I often time forget about the present. For instance, if I am driving and know I need to turn right eventually, I will get in the right lane as soon as possible. When I was getting out of the car that morning, I not only grabbed my bag, but got my pen out of my bag so I could be super ready to write on the charts. Really!  I didn't need a pen for the parking lot, nor the lobby, elevators and floor.  Still, I had it out so when I walk into that nursery I could save 1/2 a second to pull the pen out at that time.  I know, it's ridiculous. The funny thing is that in the end I wasted time and had to sit outside the hospital for Aaron.

This story really illuminates my life.  I need to take a step back, think about the present and maybe even enjoy it for a while.