My husband is just coming to the end of his first year of med-school. The year started slow at first (I was probably already thinking of the 4 years to come), but after Anatomy, everything is kind of a blur. I can't believe his first year is almost over, and on May 22 I'll be doing my hallelujah dance!
The first year of med-school was also accompanied by my first year of marriage. The picture I had in my head of what my first year of marriage was going to look like ended up looking a little different that I had thought. I was looking forward to sharing my evenings with my new husband and lots of quality time together on the weekends. I'm not naive, I knew he had to study a lot to be successful school, and I tried to mentally prepare myself for this. But he was studying a lot! This was very difficult for me and I felt like my husband was choosing med-school over me.
I had a few rough nights of being exceptionally needy. But my caring and loving husband explained he's not just in med-school for himself, he's working really hard for both of us. Once I realized this and adopted the same goal of my husband becoming a doctor, I was able to accept his disciplined study habits. Weekends of preparing for Monday exams were challenging because I didn't really see him, but I know that he was working hard for both of us.