Motor City, here we come!

So, Josh has been rotating in Detroit, MI for the past two weeks in a urology program into which he was hoping to be accepted. He has really enjoyed the program and it has been a good experience for him. Josh was offered the spot in the program today and will be starting on July 1. We are very excited because it is a specialty he actually really enjoys. Urology allows Josh to do surgery as well as office and he really likes the patient population. The hours will be significantly more family-friendly than general surgery, which is a huge benefit to switching specialties. They are talking about bringing Josh in as 3rd year, which means we would only have 3 more years to go of residency. (No longer than general surgery) There is a slight chance he will have to come in as a second year if the program director can't get a 3rd year spot approved. But either way, it will be great and we feel good about it and how this change will improve our quality of life as a family both now and in the future. He will also be able to do quite a bit more moonlighting, which will be huge for us financially. But now we have to get busy selling our house and packing and all that miserable stuff that goes along with moving. And I will admit the whole move will be very bittersweet as we will sincerely miss our friends in Columbus. My heart is already starting to ache at the thought of saying goodbye in a few months. As difficult as residency is... this has been a cherished time for me as I have really enjoyed making the journey and facing the challenges alongside other incredible women who are going through the same thing. The support has been priceless to me and I recognize the rarity of having a group of friends like I have in Columbus. My typical, cynical way of thinking doubts that I will find such a gem (the Doctors support group for spouses) in Detroit. I might have to come back every once in a while for a playgroup now and then. =)

The kids are starting to really miss Josh as they have not seen him in two weeks. Last night Seth came downstairs at like 1am. I sent him back to bed and then went up to check on him in a few minutes. He was crying, so I asked him why he was upset. He said "I miss daddy." I said, "I know, I miss daddy too. But daddy will be home in a couple days. Daddy went to Michigan a couple hours away to get a new job that will let him be home more. So, in a few months, we'll move and daddy will still go to work every day, but he will get to come home earlier every night and play with you and read books. Won't that be fun?" Seth said yes. So I tucked him back into bed and got ready to leave the room and Seth stopped me and said, "mommy, tell me that story again. The one where daddy gets to come home early and play with me." Isn't it sad that the idea of daddy being home in time to play at night seems like a fairy tale to my children? lol