Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Fathers' Day to some dads.
In Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, shortly after taking the pregnancy test ("show me your 'I'm going to be a dad' face"):
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Mama's head in the toilet = Funny.
I got sick yesterday.
Around 7:30 am I lost what was left of the previous night's fancy banquet dinner. Leo woke up a half hour later and I braced myself for what was sure to be a long and exhausting day.
The morning started out OK. I kept the sofabed in the living room folded out and Leo and I played quietly and napped on it. But eventually I had to run to the bathroom with Leo and his bouncy seat in tow. Leo laughed at me. I guess he's never seen anyone throw up before. Glad it didn't frighten him, I guess.
I started feeling worse. Matt finally got me some meds and IV fluids and came home (in the middle of his call shift) but I was so dehydrated he couldn't find a vein to stick. Plus, every time I sat up so he could try to stick me, I would nearly pass out and immediately have to lie back down. Because he couldn't find a vein, I was bleeding from being stuck. Leo started to fuss. Just as he was about to finally get the IV in I got nauseous. So the inside of my elbow was bleeding, my baby was crying, I was repeatedly almost passing out and simultaneously puking into a wastebasket while Matt was desperately trying to get the needle in so he could wash his hands and pick up a distraught Leo. Did I mention that I also had a fever and chills and it hurt to be touched? Today it's funny.
After the fluids and some anti nausea meds, Matt took Leo out for a long walk while I slept. I woke up feeling better and even ate and drank a bit. Matt had to go back to work for the night. The rest of the day was better. I was still weak but I was able to put Leo in the neglectabouncer and I even turned on Yo Gabba Gabba (judge me - do it!) and Leo was very entertained.
We both slept well last night and today I feel fantastic. That's the only upshot of a horrible sick day. The day you finally feel better, you feel so...alive.
I think it must have just been something bad I ate, because Matt and Leo are both fine, as are all the mama friends that I walked with on Friday.
Yay!
Around 7:30 am I lost what was left of the previous night's fancy banquet dinner. Leo woke up a half hour later and I braced myself for what was sure to be a long and exhausting day.
The morning started out OK. I kept the sofabed in the living room folded out and Leo and I played quietly and napped on it. But eventually I had to run to the bathroom with Leo and his bouncy seat in tow. Leo laughed at me. I guess he's never seen anyone throw up before. Glad it didn't frighten him, I guess.
I started feeling worse. Matt finally got me some meds and IV fluids and came home (in the middle of his call shift) but I was so dehydrated he couldn't find a vein to stick. Plus, every time I sat up so he could try to stick me, I would nearly pass out and immediately have to lie back down. Because he couldn't find a vein, I was bleeding from being stuck. Leo started to fuss. Just as he was about to finally get the IV in I got nauseous. So the inside of my elbow was bleeding, my baby was crying, I was repeatedly almost passing out and simultaneously puking into a wastebasket while Matt was desperately trying to get the needle in so he could wash his hands and pick up a distraught Leo. Did I mention that I also had a fever and chills and it hurt to be touched? Today it's funny.
After the fluids and some anti nausea meds, Matt took Leo out for a long walk while I slept. I woke up feeling better and even ate and drank a bit. Matt had to go back to work for the night. The rest of the day was better. I was still weak but I was able to put Leo in the neglectabouncer and I even turned on Yo Gabba Gabba (judge me - do it!) and Leo was very entertained.
We both slept well last night and today I feel fantastic. That's the only upshot of a horrible sick day. The day you finally feel better, you feel so...alive.
I think it must have just been something bad I ate, because Matt and Leo are both fine, as are all the mama friends that I walked with on Friday.
Yay!
Friday, June 17, 2011
On spontaneously attending a graduation dinner in a $15 dress
At about 6pm tonight, Matt called me - he was done with work for the day, would I like to order a pizza for dinner? Um, duh! Moments later he called back - he had forgotten that graduation was tonight - the 3rd-year residents would receive their diplomas and essentially become full-fledged EM physicians. We had expensive tickets to the banquet dinner.
I did the fastest cleanup a young mom could muster. I quickly showered while a thoroughly confused Leo watched me from his bouncy seat on the bathroom floor, rolled my hair, slathered on some makeup and threw on a $15 red dress from Forever 21 that I picked up on a whim last week. [I completely rampaged my closet to try to find a dress that fit me from my pre-baby-boobs life...negative.] I looked pretty damn good for last-minute...but you can fool anyone with an impressive shoes-dress-lipstick combo.
I didn't know what a residency graduation would involve...and even though we had to cut out early (Matt's on 30-hour call tomorrow - his last of intern year!), I was so moved by the evening. I'm corny in that way.
The program directors announced each graduate and talked about them a little bit - their pre-residency achievements, their personal lives, etc., before calling them up to receive their diplomas (to great applause, of which post-bedtime Leo was NOT a fan). I was floored by these people. Harvard med school grad, 4.0 gpa in undergrad at UCLA. More than one resident described in several letters of recommendation as "the single best medical student I have ever encountered." A father of three who balanced residency with family life. A resident whose board score was among the top 5 in the country.
It really hit me how very incredibly hard my husband has worked to earn his place at this program. I was so proud to be there with him.
And so happy to be drinking a glass of wine while he fed the baby.
Congratulations to the class of 2011, who are surely out celebrating as I type (and should be sleeping). Only two more years...we can do it.
I did the fastest cleanup a young mom could muster. I quickly showered while a thoroughly confused Leo watched me from his bouncy seat on the bathroom floor, rolled my hair, slathered on some makeup and threw on a $15 red dress from Forever 21 that I picked up on a whim last week. [I completely rampaged my closet to try to find a dress that fit me from my pre-baby-boobs life...negative.] I looked pretty damn good for last-minute...but you can fool anyone with an impressive shoes-dress-lipstick combo.
I didn't know what a residency graduation would involve...and even though we had to cut out early (Matt's on 30-hour call tomorrow - his last of intern year!), I was so moved by the evening. I'm corny in that way.
The program directors announced each graduate and talked about them a little bit - their pre-residency achievements, their personal lives, etc., before calling them up to receive their diplomas (to great applause, of which post-bedtime Leo was NOT a fan). I was floored by these people. Harvard med school grad, 4.0 gpa in undergrad at UCLA. More than one resident described in several letters of recommendation as "the single best medical student I have ever encountered." A father of three who balanced residency with family life. A resident whose board score was among the top 5 in the country.
It really hit me how very incredibly hard my husband has worked to earn his place at this program. I was so proud to be there with him.
And so happy to be drinking a glass of wine while he fed the baby.
Congratulations to the class of 2011, who are surely out celebrating as I type (and should be sleeping). Only two more years...we can do it.
It's me, Leo, again...
Just kidding. I don't sleep through the night (consistently). I did once, though. My mom blogged about it. I guess she thought it was pretty awesome.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
A quiet Saturday morning
Matt is at work, Leo is still asleep and I am enjoying a quiet cup of coffee before he gets up. It's a typical June-gloom-y morning in the South Bay but there is something comforting about a grey Saturday morning...maybe it's the Minnesotan in me that likes the cozy sweater and hot coffee combo. Happy Saturday, everyone.
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