Wednesday night, Seth and I tried to go on a "date". We haven't been to a movie together since 2006, before I got pregnant the first time, even, and it was high time. So we kept trying to find a date to go, and we almost went two weeks ago, but ran out of time to make it happen (Seth was leaving for Texas the next morning and time was just too tight), so finally we said, "We don't have the time to go, but we're going." Unfortunately, it turned out that the night that we'd set our foot (feet?) down and said "we're going no matter what!" was also a night that Seth was on call with the hospital. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Seth brought me flowers and everything. It was going to be a real date night. The babies were asleep when we left the house, and my mother stayed with Julian, so we were home free. Except as we stepped out of the car in the parking garage, Seth's pager went off. Someone was calling out for the next morning's shift. Normally, he would have taken the next 20 minutes to find someone to cover the shift, but since he didn't want to miss the beginning of the movie, he decided he would just cover the shift himself... an 0630 shift. Ugh. No big deal. We were still out for our date night. Life was good.
We got settled in to the movie, just in time for the previews (missed part of at least one, but that's okay). And we were enjoying the movie when Seth's pager went off again about 35-45 minutes in. Just as it was getting good. A few minutes later, Seth popped back in and said, "I'm sorry, there's an actual emergency, I'm going to be a while," grabbed his back pack and walked back out. An hour later, he returned in time for the last, oh, ten minutes of the movie.
A woman was being transferred to his hospital who was 32 weeks pregnant with active malaria and the pharmacy dept. didn't have in stock the drug that the ID department wanted her to use that would be safest for the baby. So he spent that hour trying to track down some of the drug to borrow from another hospital. At least it was for a good cause. Poor Seth... HE was the one who had picked out the movie!
Ah well. He apologized for ruining the evening. Didn't ruin MY evening. After all, I got to see the whole movie!
Well, what did you see? :-)
Posted by: Chris | June 20, 2008 at 05:18 PM
:( my husband works crazy hours, but he's not in the medical field, so when the crackberry actually does go off, it's rarely for a real emergency. hope you guys are able to get out for another date soon!
Posted by: amber | June 20, 2008 at 07:55 PM
That sucks (for both of you, but more perhaps for Seth). What were you two watching? Can you recreate the date night a few months from now and rent the movie and do a romantic date-night-in?
Posted by: Mel | June 21, 2008 at 02:36 PM
Just wanted to let you know you posted J's real name in case you wanted to edit it out. Sorry you're date was interrupted. My husband and I haven't seen a movie without the kids since about 1997. Pathetic, I know.
Posted by: Janice | June 21, 2008 at 02:58 PM
Sorry date night didn't go as planned :( Hopefully next time works out better.
Posted by: Susan | June 23, 2008 at 07:16 AM
Sorry date night was interrupted, but I am glad that you, at least, got to see the movie. Hope it was a good one!
Posted by: Erin | June 23, 2008 at 12:05 PM
*hugs* I'm sorry.
At least you got flowers.
Posted by: triLcat | June 23, 2008 at 04:39 PM
I guess someone has to be the inconvenienced one so that people can get medical care!
Posted by: docgrumbles | June 23, 2008 at 05:06 PM
I am dying to know what movie you saw! :)
Posted by: cindy | June 24, 2008 at 01:22 PM