THE FUSE

I started my predoctoral psychology internship in a large hospital system when my daughter was only a few months old. I was seeing more patients than ever before, but the biggest adjustment was having to document the majority of my human interactions on a given day. Meanwhile, I had an infant to take care of at home in the evenings. One night, in the midst of one of my daughter’s sleep regressions, I was up multiple times in the middle of the night to feed her. While sleeping in between feedings, I dreamed that I heard her crying. My dream-self thought, “If I get up to feed her, I’m going to have to document it in the medical record afterwards. It’s too much work, let’s just skip it.”