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Every year there is a lot to be thankful for but this year I am especially happy for two things.  The first is that I have a healthy, active baby boy growing inside of me and he has given me a nice, smooth pregnancy so far.  The second is that Mr. Dr. will be off and we can celebrate a real Thanksgiving dinner together with family.  This is a nice change from last year where I traveled home solo to see my family and came back on the night of Thanksgiving with a plate of leftovers for him to eat at midnight when he got home from work.

Perhaps it’s the lack of cocktails throwing my mind into a tizzy but I also attempted to bake a pie this year.  Hard to believe coming from the girl who didn’t even know if she owned bakeware but we do own it and I used it.  Voila!

Pumpkin pie

Say hello to my first pumpkin pie.  The crust is not homemade and the recipe itself was so simple.  I have no idea if it’s good or not.  Although while it was in the oven the apartment smelled divine and when it came out Mr. Dr. and I really wanted to dive in.  We are holding off though, as bringing a half-eaten pie to Thanksgiving dinner is probably a little lame.  I am sure all dinner attendees would understand if some was missing since I’m eating for me AND the baby but I don’t want to be rude.   I really hope it tastes good or if nothing else, that it’s edible.  Fingers crosses on this one.

A happy & healthy Thanksgiving to you and your families.  Enjoy the food, company and if your partner is working…be thankful that he or she is helping out someone else this Thanksgiving.

Baby L’s Gender Reveal

While I know gender reveal parties are all the rage these days for expectant parents, we did not partake in such an event for our little one.  First off my mom was like what the heck is a gender reveal party?  Just recently I gave her a synopsis of some of the things we were registering for and she gasped at the prices for some of the items.  Grandma has a lot to learn :).  It’s 30 years later and times are a changing.  Especially when you live in NYC and have to figure out a way to comfortably fit your child in 650 square feet.

For baby L’s gender reveal I knew that I wanted to do something cute to tell our families but I wasn’t sure what.  Add this to the list of challenges of being pregnant hours away from loved ones.  Part of why I didn’t want to have a gender reveal party was because it would be missing key participants, aka: our families.  So we did our own makeshift gender reveal and the idea was provided by my baby basket.   Remember the cards I get to open for milestones throughout my pregnancy?  Well the gender reveal certainly was one of them.  We had to wait until the next day to open the gender reveal card because Mr. Dr. was on call the day prior over night.  Here is what the card looked like:

Baby boy 2

So cute right?  So we did exactly what the card told us to do to reveal to our families.  We blew up the balloon of the corresponding gender and Mr. Dr. wore a matching polo shirt.  I facetimed our families (thank God for technology) and turned the camera around so they could see him holding the balloon with his matching outfit.  It was a really cute reveal via electronic devices and I’m happy that if we couldn’t do the reveal in person we at least were able to see and capture their emotions through my IPAD.  Unfortunately, I didn’t snap a photo of him with the balloon but it was absolutely perfect.

Flashback to the previous day.  It figures the day I find out the gender Mr. Dr. is on a 24 hour call.  So when I found out, I called him and when he asked about the gender I said I wasn’t sharing such big news over the phone and that he had to make himself available for 5 minutes for me to come down to the hospital and tell him in person.  He wasn’t happy that I was making him wait but it was so worth it to do it in person.  I dressed up in black pants, a black hoodie and walked on down to meet him.  My back was facing him, and when he walked out of the hospital, I turned around and this was how I greeted him :).

Baby boy 1

It was a really, really sweet moment and he was thrilled as expected.  So there you have it folks, baby L is a boy and we are ecstatic to welcome him in.

Post Call Postmortem

I think it’s fair to say that post call days in the medical world aren’t all they are cracked up to be.  After a 24 hour shift, regardless of how many “naps” someone got in, you will never convince me that person is fully functional.  Mr. Dr. used to look forward to post call days because it’s time in the daylight that he isn’t in the hospital which is a nice, strange phenomenon.  Turns out, the grass isn’t greener on the other side.  I used to not believe Mr. Dr. on the days he would come home and say he didn’t sleep a wink during the whole shift.  How could he really go that long without sleep?  Then I noticed his behavior over the next 24-48 hours following the shift and I realized what he said had to be true.  It’s hard to describe unless you live with someone who works these kinds of crazy hours but it’s like they turn into a different person…or rather a different being.  They are in a fog almost.  They take a seat for the first time in hours and the eyes are shut within seconds.  They wake up after a few hours of napping on what the hospital calls “their day off” when it’s really supposed to be the equivalent of their night time sleep.  It never is.  They sleep for a few hours and wake up in a delirium.  If anyone else is like my Mr. Dr. he never wants to waste a day so rather than really catch up on the rest, he only naps and then carries on with the rest of the day as if he is superman.  Then that evening he crashes yet again after some crankiness which is unrecognizable to him of course, and voila I lose him early to the zzz’s.  This is why I feel like post call days are ineffective.  Sure they are nice for the times he can suck it up and muscle through it to enjoy the “day off” but if that happens, the next day is spent in even more delirium because it’s essentially two days of no sleep.  That third day is deadly.  And if he can’t suck it up because he reaches the point of total exhaustion he ends up sleeping the entire day, waking up for a quick dinner and then back to bed, only to get up at 5am to go back to work.  It is a vicious cycle that can’t seem to get broken when he is on a rotation that requires 24 hour call.

This is why come March 2014, I am very much looking forward to him never having to be in-house for it again.  Ever.  That doesn’t mean he might not get called in and be there for almost the same amount of time.  It’s just nice to know it won’t be a staple in the schedule.

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