Hats Off To The Senior

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With being completely consumed by baby, time has flown by. Even though I am awake MUCH more during the day AND at night than I was before, if you have a newborn you know that time goes by quickly. So quickly that the last time I sat and thought about Mr. Dr.’s schedule was in February. If you remember, he was finishing 24 hour in house call for the last time ever right before baby G was born. Well here we are in the last day of June. In house call has been done 4 months and it has been glorious. Truly glorious. I love knowing he is coming home to us every night. But on top of that, he has also finished his last 2 rotations as a PGY3. This is very exciting and not until recently did it occur to me that we can now actually look forward to the true back half of residency. I still don’t reallllllly see the light at the end but it’s getting closer. It’s now a dim glimmer as opposed to complete darkness. And instead of inching along these last few months I would say we have been yard sticking along considering I skipped over 2 ‘end of a rotation’ posts in April and May and didn’t even think twice about it.

Like a lot of my other fellow doctor’s wives out there, July is always an exciting time for us. It marks the end of a year. Mr. Dr. is now a senior resident which in medicine terms is a nice accomplishment. He has finally started to be able to enjoy the more pleasant aspects of ortho residency like actually performing the surgeries as opposed to just stitching skin and doing all of the ‘pay your dues’ grunt work. Of course he still has that to some extent but it’s lessened as the months continue to come and go. I am excited for him and for us as we enter into his 4th year. I hope these next 2 years go as fast as everyone says they do.

I Am A Mom.

Dear G,

The day you were born our lives changed forever. You have brought more joy to our lives over the last 3 + months than I could have ever imagined. Your smiles brighten my day…everyday…whether they are in your sleep or while your eyes are wide open staring back at me. Your giggles make me light up every time I hear them. Your coos weigh me down with sweetness as I watch you try to communicate with me and the rest of the world. Your expressions remind me of daddy and help me remember how lucky we are to have created such a beautiful baby boy. Your innocence humbles me and makes my softer side explode with admiration. Your gentle, easy spirit helps me remember the simple things in life can sometimes bring the most happiness. Your vibrant, observant personality makes me excited for you. Your pout face turned happy giggle face in a matter of seconds shows me what it’s like to feel true, pure emotion. You have taught me more in the last 3 months than I have learned in years. Plain and simple.

You have kept me up many sleepless nights. You have cried on me many hours. You have looked at me and given me “the lip” which is still the sweetest pout face I have ever seen. I have changed thousands of diapers that contain mustard looking poop. I have worn soiled shirts from your spit up. I have picked boogers out of your nose. I have picked earwax from your ears. I have stood over top of you while you smile at me and then 2 seconds later…pee in my hair. And I don’t care. Plain and simple.

I dedicated myself to you and have solely breastfed because it was my goal if I could. I feel both accomplished and exhausted from this feat. But the pain and fatigue has been worth it when I see you growing everyday. With every gained ounce and every lengthening centimeter I sometimes wish I could just say stop and capture your small body forever. Cuddling with you has become one of my favorite things. I love every bit of the farts, milk drool and mucus. I wouldn’t trade any one of your projectile poops for a clean one although the walls in your little room might. All of this just means one thing. I am a mom. Plain and simple.

G, when I look at you, a piece of my soul unlocks that I didn’t even know existed. When I’m not with you, I feel this same piece of my soul in every minute of missing you. You have stolen my heart. Plain and simple.

And while I know you can’t say it back yet, I know you love me too. Even though I cried when you grew out of your first newborn outfit, I have loved watching you grow from a newborn to a sweet, handsome and happy baby boy. Thank you for giving me the best gift a woman can receive. Her baby’s love.


Your Mommy

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Dear…Everyone Else,

Thank you for your patience as I have embarked on a brand new journey called motherhood. It was never my intention to go on hiatus from blogging for my entire maternity leave…but it happened. Quite frankly, I am glad it did. I have enjoyed every waking and sleeping (but mostly waking) minute with this new little man in my life, and I wouldn’t change anything from the last 3 months. My eyes have been opened to what’s really important. I feel a sense of purpose that certainly was not in my life before. Each day since March 1st has been a blessing and I feel so thankful. I appreciate you letting me take the time my little G has both demanded and deserved. While my hiatus was a nice break, I am back from fairyland and ready to tackle the working mom role full speed ahead.

Thanks for understanding that sometimes a break to enjoy the simple, yet special things in life is necessary in order to keep moving forward. My simple, special and little thing completely fulfilled my brief break in the most satisfying way.

And now back to reality…as a MOM.


Mrs. Dr. Blogger

Drinking Rut

Answer…get pregnant.  I’m 9 months pregnant and in a drinking rut.  I haven’t had a glass or a sip of alcohol yet throughout the whole pregnancy.  At this point, I kind of just want to go the whole time without it for no other reason than just to say I did.  There are a lot of preggos out there that have the mantra “I don’t even want alcohol” – could be because they are sick their whole pregnancy or could be because they are scared that even a sip will hurt their unborn baby.  To each their own whatever the reason is.  My mantra is the opposite.  I want alcohol every day.  My biggest desire, ironically is a nice, cold draft light beer.  This is strange because I usually drink this beverage the least in my non-pregnant life.  I would much rather extend my reach for a glass of vino or a shot of vodka.  One of my theories is that I am housing a baby boy.  Boys like beer.  Coincidence?  Maybe.

It’s not necessarily the taste of alcohol I miss, it’s the socialization aspect of it.  I miss going out to dinner and splitting a bottle of wine with my hubby.  I miss going out with my mom and indulging in a good martini.  I miss hanging out with friends at a bar sipping on a Greygoose on the rocks with two lemons.  Don’t get me wrong, I know it is all more than worth it every time I look in the mirror and see my growing baby belly, but for me, drinking alcohol meant engaging in a good time with friends and family.  Of course I still have fun when I go out but it’s not quite the same.  I wasn’t sure how I would feel once I got pregnant but I can honestly say, I have missed it…I do miss it and I will continue to miss it until he makes his debut.  Which by the way could be any second.

At this point, part of the reason I haven’t indulged in a glass of wine or anything is because I feel it to be a tease.  One glass would leave me wanting more or leave me wanting one every night and that my friends is a slippery slope.  Furthermore, why would I want to drink something I know is going to make me feel guilty in which case I will probably not enjoy it anyway?  I of course am in control of feeling that way but I know I would think like that with every sip.  And finally, isn’t the first glass of alcohol going to taste that much better after I give birth?  I believe the answer is yes.  Now that I have spent this entire post sounding like an alcoholic rather than a pregnant person I think my rant is over.  Sparkling water tonight to take the edge off of my workday it is.  Or maybe a cocktail from my Preggatini book or Margarita Mama.  Mmm.  Jealous? ;)

10 Years

This winter marks the 10th year Mr. Dr. and I have known each other.  10 whole years.  It feels like such a long time when you say it aloud.  What’s crazy is that from the start of med school till the end of fellowship, the training journey will be the same amount of time.  10 whole years.  I think back to meeting him in the athletic training room in November of 2003 at college.  He was nursing a sprained ankle, a really bad sprained ankle.  I, too, was nursing a sprained ankle…that never really turned black or blue, was only a little swollen and was probably better after some icing and r&r.  He was a baseball player and I was a soccer player but we had never met.  I thought he was cute so, using the trainer as a matchmaker, I asked if he could show me the ankle exercises for treating a sprain.  We spent the rest of the afternoon together nursing our ankles back to health and getting to know each other.  My ankle was better after about 48 hours but I milked every last minute of rehab absolutely needed weeks of recovery just like he did in order to ensure a proper heal…

After a few weeks of training room bonding and a memorable baseball house Hawaiian party, he asked me out to dinner.  I’ll never forget I saw his roommates at a party a week after our first date and his friend said to me, “What have you done to him?  The night of your date was the first time I saw him iron a shirt.”

Our relationship has evolved more than any one relationship I have ever known.  Truly.  We have gone from having an immature, not so sensible relationship in our undergrad days to a fulfilling, healthy relationship 10 years later.  We have experienced highs together like how you feel when you are on a roller coaster creeping up to the top excited for the exhilarating drop.  We have experienced lows together that seem like they are beyond the roots of a huge tree trunk dug deep into the ground for hundreds of years.  And in between we have gotten through blizzards, monsoons, tornadoes – both the real weather kind and the figurative “life” kind.  The day we got married there was a tornado watch and it was actually a monsoon with torrential rain.  Perhaps when baby boy decides to debut it will be a blizzard.  That would only be fitting but maybe likely considering the brutal winter we have had up here.

As we get ready to welcome our son into this world, I can’t help but reflect on the time Mr. Dr. and I have shared together over the last 10 years.  Thanks to a baseball career followed by a medical one, he has made the “time spent together” part quite memorable as in…a lot less than the average couple.  Hmmm was this his plan?  Maybe he takes that absence makes the heart grow fonder phrase too literally.  So in terms of appreciating the actual minutes and hours we do have together, for the most part I think we have both succeeded.  The most exciting part about our relationship now is that the best is yet to come.  In just a short couple of weeks we will be blessed with a growing family, and in just a short couple of years we will be moving on from residency into a new chapter.  So while these last 10 years have been a fun adventure, I am even more so looking forward to the next 10.  There is so much more excitement to come our way.

This gem of a picture has always been one of our favorites from when we first started dating and we still currently have it sitting out in our apartment even after all these years.  We used to be so young and sprightly.

About 8 years ago in the Outer Banks when Mr. Dr. was playing baseball there for a summer. Look at those frosted blonde tips - we were such college kids!

About 8 years ago in the Outer Banks when Mr. Dr. was playing baseball there for a summer. Look at those frosted blonde tips and the conch shell necklace – we were such college kids!

Medical Monday Bump Update

It’s about time I give a bump update.  I am 37 weeks today.  It’s hard to believe I only have 3 weeks to go until the full 40.  It really has gone by fast.  I must admit that I have had a pretty smooth (knock on lots of wood) pregnancy so far and for that I feel very lucky.  Baby L is the size of a watermelon and weighing in over 6 lbs.  He was cute as a button on the ultrasound a couple of weeks ago but it looked as if he was taking up my entire mid section.  He is head down and already in great position except for the fact that now I know why I have been feeling some serious pelvic pressure down below.  His sweet little head has most likely been using my bladder and pelvis as a pillow.  He moves all the time and it’s fun to feel him even if its a harsh kick or a punch.  I love feeling him move.  It’s probably the best part of pregnancy.

Food aversions?  Happy to say none.  Cravings?  I have really enjoyed chocolate chip muffins and pancakes over the last several months.  Carbs have been my best and favorite friend.  Pizza was a big desire in the beginning.  I have really enjoyed gummy snacks.  And to my surprise, I have much more of a sweet tooth than I ever, ever had in the past.  I think that must be because I am a housing the sweetest of little men inside of me ;).

I am now heading to the doctor weekly as I could go into labor anytime since I am officially full term.  But I got the impression from last week’s visit, she thought we still had a little bit of time before he makes his debut.  I am not dilated yet so he must be pretty comfortable in there.  Here is a fun bump pic update since I haven’t really shared any photos of myself yet.  What a transformation it’s been.  It’s hard to believe my body ever looked like it did at 12 weeks…

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Super Bowl Boulevard NYC Style

It’s Super Bowl week here in NYC.  Last year, I had the privilege of watching my Ravens clinch the Lombardi Trophy.  It was really exciting.  If you remember, I indulged in purple cocktails and laid low in the apartment so I could actually watch the game.

Like most people (chicks), I usually enjoy watching the game as much as I do the food, drink, halftime show and commercials.  I am actually pretty excited for Bruno Mars this year.  I think he will be great.  Such an entertainer.  Working in broadcast advertising makes Super Bowl extra fun to watch too.  In the past few years I have noticed some serious letdown on the commercial front.  Only one or two have really stood out and remained top of mind after the game.  Hopefully this year’s ads are a bit more memorable.

Last year Super Bowl was great because of the Ravens, but this year Super Bowl is pretty cool because it’s taking place where I live!  And for the first time, it’s going to be played outdoors in a cold weather city.  As of now, there is no snow in the forecast but let me tell you…it has been a brutal winter here in NYC.  It has been absolutely frigid and temperatures have been in the single digits all too often.  Of course now the forecast has it in the upper 40s for Sunday which is going to feel like bikini weather compared to how it’s been.  Maybe I will go strut around in my two piece, belly and boobs out.  I should actually try and throw on one of my bikinis right now.  It might give Mr. Dr. and I both a good laugh.

I would have loved to go to the Super Bowl this year but getting tickets was like getting tickets to meet the president.  So the next greatest thing is what they have created here called Super Bowl Boulevard.  From Times Square to Herald Square on Broadway Avenue, they have dedicated NFL & Super Bowl coverage 24/7.  There are games, photo opps with the Lombardi Trophy, past and present NFL players everywhere you turn, a huge countdown clock, lots of memorabilia and what’s really exciting is that ESPN is broadcasting live outside of my office in Herald Square all day, every day this week.  You name it – their morning show, their daytime show and their evening shows with all of the big kahuna broadcasters.

Superbowl BLVD

I am such a jaded New Yorker.  ESPN has been camped outside since last Sunday and I, just this morning for the first time, went to go check it out.  Here is Mike & Mike (ESPN’s morning show) broadcasting live from right in front of the Macy’s in Herald Square.  I am sure your husbands know them if you don’t :).

Mike & Mike

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It’s pretty cool to have so much excitement surrounding us but I really can’t believe how I barely blink or stop in my tracks to take it all in.  It is so funny how when you live in a place like this, your perception of what’s normal changes.  I pass the Empire State building everyday on my walk to work.  To me, it’s just another building that has a lot of people going in and out and a lottttt of tourists standing outside of it.  I actually avoid the block it’s on whenever possible.  But to a lot of other people, it’s a landmark that some people only read about or see pictures of and wish that one day they could see in person.  I am definitely going to have culture shock when I leave this city – no matter where we end up!


I have a roommate.  It’s a man.  He is only around every other night.  Which is kind of nice because I get a lot done that I have been putting off for a while.  But it’s also lonely after a while too.  When he is around, he is either sleeping or looks like he is sleep walking.  I see his wardrobe closet go untouched for days unless I do laundry and put things away for him.  The beer in the fridge doesn’t diminish because he is barely around to drink the alcohol a preggo girl can’t.  The food in the pantry stays in tact until the occasional peanut butter & jelly sandwich is made before he passes out upon arriving home every couple of days.  His phone charger sits in the corner of the room untouched, as does his contact solution in the bathroom.

I leave our tidy living space in the morning looking bright and clean, and I come home from work and it looks the same as it did when I left.  The next morning I wake up, and I am still the only one who has resided in our little space.  Our home is eerily clean.  No scrubs or shoes occupying random areas of the floor, no empty cups in the sink and no weird folded papers with chicken scratch on them sitting on the table.

Most people would enjoy having a low maintenance roommate like mine.  But when it’s your husband, you feel a little different.

Yes, my roommate is my husband.  The occasional body next to me in bed, the occasional company I have some evenings on the couch, the occasional dining partner a few days a week.  He has been working so much I really do feel like he is just a roommate I occasionally see in passing.  The last two weeks have been especially bad and the next couple weeks will be better but this latest stretch has reminded me again why it’s so important to have good friends and family around to be the companions you need when medicine takes over.  I am lucky to have that.  And I guess I am lucky to still have some cuddling every other night to reassure me that my roommate is also my loving husband.

The Glass Is Half Full

check mark  There has been so much going on I almost forgot one of my favorite milestone posts.  We are another rotation down and this one that ended at the end of December was an exciting one because it also was the turning point of being halfway through residency.  How exciting is that?  Let me tell you…very.  As I have told you all before, the little milestones are what keep us plugging along on the grueling crawl to the finish line of this medical career.  I know a lot of people that follow this blog share in my sentiment.  Mr. Dr. just finished a Sports Medicine rotation which allowed for a little more free time during the week but busy weekends as he was on call every other.  Here are some observations from the last 2 months:

-Many Sports Medicine surgeries involve scopes and lots of standing water.
-Some Sports surgeries can take on average only 20 minutes. Others, a few hours.
-Sports Medicine is a pretty saturated field in Orthopedics.
-I am really looking forward to 24 hour in house call being over after February as every other weekend was spent in the hospital the last 2 months.
-There were days that Mr. Dr. beat me home from work. This was refreshing and very pleasant. The con is that he also did more night time reading and studying on this block too.

So we are halfway done and I see our glass as half full.  Mr. Dr. has learned a lot over the last 2.5 years and I know his knowledge in Orthopedics will only grow over the next 2.5 years so I am looking forward to filling the rest of the cup to make it a full glass when that is complete.  Just because he runs on half empty most days of the week doesn’t mean that is the way we have to look at this journey.  A glass half full of Ortho, a loving marriage, a crazy schedule, supportive families, fabulous friends, new living spaces and most importantly, a brand new addition on the way.

via I am picturing this as sangria that I will indulge in after Baby L arrives :)

I am picturing this as sangria that I will indulge in after Baby L arrives :)

2014 Medical Monday

Happy first blog post in 2014 and happy first Medical Monday linkup.  For those that are new to me and my blog, we are PGY3 in Ortho, living in NYC, and are expecting our first in February.  Mr. Dr. and I are currently working on settling into the new apartment but it’s proving to be a challenge.  We have lived in 6 different apartments over the last 6.5 years of living here so one would think we have gotten really good at the moving game.  In some ways we have and in others each move brings a new set of hurdles.  For example, every apartment we have lived in has had a different type of layout which means we have to get creative with every space we live in to fit all of our things properly.

This apartment has about the same amount of square footage as our previous apartment but totally different storage space so I am really struggling with making things fit.  I think in part its because I know we have more “stuff” than we normally do, thanks to the little man that will be added to our family next month.  Up until now, I have just kept his things in a corner in our bedroom.  That corner definitely had spillover next to my side of the bed.  So now, trying to make sure we allow enough space for his things is my biggest challenge.  I am trying to plan it out before he makes his entrance so that we are ready to go when he comes home.  People say babies don’t come with a lot for the first year or so but I beg to differ.  The stroller alone takes up what feels like a 1/4 of our living room.  I officially have to find a new place to fit his clothes because all of our drawers and closets are maxed out to accommodate myself and Mr. Dr.  That is also with 5 full bags sent to the thrift store later.

I know we will figure it all out but settling in does take time and 8 months pregnant…well I find myself a little antsy.  It doesn’t help that Mr. Dr. needs to be around to help with most things because I can’t go crazy trying to risk my body standing on things to put stuff away or decorate, or lift anything too heavy.  But he’s a resident so his hours at home are few and far between at the moment.  I am doing my best to manage and organize where I can on my own but I do look forward to the times we are both home together to try and nest.  Below is a picture from the day we moved in and that’s just the living room.  The bedroom was just as bad.  I swear it’s better almost a week later but trust me, it’s been an undertaking.  Hopefully I will have some photos to share in a couple of weeks once things start to look a little more like home.

Moving Picture

Happy New Year/Apartment

Wow.  I feel like I have temporarily fallen off the map for the last few weeks.  To say we have had a lot going on is probably an understatement.  The last 10 days alone have been a whirlwind of traveling to see family, having family visit, celebrating Mr. Dr.’s day of birth, Christmas and this just in as of about 30 days ago which I haven’t even had to time to share with you…we are moving.  Unexpectedly yes.  We had decided we wanted to stay in our apartment for another year and make this cute little one bedroom that we love so much work with the baby for a while and then see where it took us.

Well turns out our landlords are moving back from their stint in Europe and had plans to move back into the apartment once our lease expired which happens to be March 1st.  This baby in my belly is due a week before that so that did not appear to be ideal timing for us to move.  Luckily, we have some understanding landlords…who we have never met except virtually over email…and they allowed us to move out earlier and terminate the lease if we wished.  So that is what we decided to do.  Potentially moving while potentially being in the hospital holding a newborn did not seem like that right thing to do.  That and I was having a slight panic attack at the thought of moving while experiencing contractions.

Anyway, we agreed to January 1st which meant finding an apartment in 30 days.  Unless you have lived in NYC it’s really hard to understand the ins, outs and tricks of the trade of finding an apartment here.  It’s stressful, it consumes your life for that short time and the options are endless.  But finding the right apartment usually feels impossible because it either doesn’t fit in the budget, or isn’t in the area you want, or is too small (well every apartment here is small but I mean realllly small), or it is too old or the building is crappy.  The list goes on.

In the midst of searching, we got thrown a bone.  An apartment became available through residency housing.  It is in the neighborhood we wanted, it is a one bedroom, it is about the same size and it is less expensive than any other apartment we could get on our own.  In residency, that’s really the driving factor.  And voila, it’s ours.  So despite, the quick turn around there was a silver lining when that apartment opened up.  So today we are moving into our new apartment.  We will ring in the new year with boxes, bubble wrap and bubbly (maybe sparkling cider for myself) and start preparing the apartment for baby L’s arrival in 2 months or whenever he decides to come.

It has been an exciting year and while I was excited to do a fun recap of what 2013 brought us, that just hasn’t happened yet due to the last month of craziness that has swept through our life.  So hopefully I get to that soon.  For now,  I am looking forward to a new beginning in a new apartment with our new family come early 2014.  And while I am sad to leave the apartment we loved so much, I believe this new chapter and new space happened for a reason for us as most things do and I am looking forward to the fun times it will bring.  Here’s to 2014!  From one NYC family to yours….

December 2013

December 2013