Well, this Shabbos I was more prepared. I brought a thermos of hot soup, and it stayed steaming hot for our meal. My mother visited during the week, and she made chicken for us for Shabbos, and some kugel.
Overall, it wasn't a bad Shabbos. We had food, I slept ok, everything was fine.
During the week, they switched my wife's room. She had been on the labor/delivery floor, and they switched her to the regular post-partum floor. Her room is more comfortable, she gets a normal bed, and some closets now. She's pretty happy about the change.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Shabbos in the hospital
Shabbos wasn't that bad. Easier than I thought it would be.
The only real issue I had was food. The bed I had in my wife's room (a chair that unfolds to a small bed) wasn't too bad, and davening was right down the block. The food, though, was a problem. The hospital gives food only for my wife, and she said it was pretty gross. The bikur cholim gave her food for shabbos - challah, fish, soup (in a thermos), some chicken, and some meat loaf. I also brought some chicken cutlets from home. I'm a picky eater, and don't like chicken on the bone - only cutlets.
Anyway, so Friday night, we have the fish, and then I pour the soup. It wasn't hot anymore, even with the thermos, and it didn't taste too great. I had 2 spoonfuls, and that was it for me. Then, I tried some of the potato kugel they gave (forgot to mention that before!) and it tasted pretty good. That is, until the aftertaste hit me. Yuck! Plus, it was cold, like everything else was.
I think next week, I'm going to get my own thermos or two, and bring my own soup, and maybe a thermos full of cholent. I'll buy a potato kugel that I know I like, and some side dishes. That way, I won't go hungry.
The only real issue I had was food. The bed I had in my wife's room (a chair that unfolds to a small bed) wasn't too bad, and davening was right down the block. The food, though, was a problem. The hospital gives food only for my wife, and she said it was pretty gross. The bikur cholim gave her food for shabbos - challah, fish, soup (in a thermos), some chicken, and some meat loaf. I also brought some chicken cutlets from home. I'm a picky eater, and don't like chicken on the bone - only cutlets.
Anyway, so Friday night, we have the fish, and then I pour the soup. It wasn't hot anymore, even with the thermos, and it didn't taste too great. I had 2 spoonfuls, and that was it for me. Then, I tried some of the potato kugel they gave (forgot to mention that before!) and it tasted pretty good. That is, until the aftertaste hit me. Yuck! Plus, it was cold, like everything else was.
I think next week, I'm going to get my own thermos or two, and bring my own soup, and maybe a thermos full of cholent. I'll buy a potato kugel that I know I like, and some side dishes. That way, I won't go hungry.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
In the hospital
Well, we're in the hospital. For a while. The doctor says he's not letting her go past 35 weeks, so we have a maximum of 7 weeks to go.
My wife's cough is still pretty bad. The doctor from the practice who's on call now asked her if she took codeine. We told him nobody told us to take it, and his partner (our main doctor) told us to take Robitussin DM. He said, " Well, when he has a cough, he can take the Robitussin. It's worthless. When I have a cough, I'll take codeine."
He said he's going to order it now, because he doesn't like the sound of the cough.
My wife's cough is still pretty bad. The doctor from the practice who's on call now asked her if she took codeine. We told him nobody told us to take it, and his partner (our main doctor) told us to take Robitussin DM. He said, " Well, when he has a cough, he can take the Robitussin. It's worthless. When I have a cough, I'll take codeine."
He said he's going to order it now, because he doesn't like the sound of the cough.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Shavuos
Yom Tov can be hard sometimes. Especially dealing with my family. I don't recall if I've written it before, my family is Ultra-Orthodox. My wife and I consider ourselves Modern Orthodox, and aren't as stringent as my family is on a lot of things.
Anyway, over Yom Tov, my wife had on a dress with short sleeves. Not sleeveless, they ended just above her elbows. Anyway, we're sitting at the table, waiting for the meal to start. when my mom asks me to come outside for a minute. Basically, my father wasn't comfortable with my wife's short sleeves, and wouldn't come to the table if she was dressed like that. He wanted her to go change her outfit. He didn't care that she'd be very embarrassed by it, he just wanted her to change. We ended up skipping the meal, and eating on our own later that afternoon. My parents just don't understand that we don't live our lives the same way they do, and we see things very differently. My father is the definition of a chossid shoteh - the man who, if he saw a woman drowning, wouldn't save her, because he's not allowed to touch a woman. He doesn't care about embarrassing someone, he just knows that in his mind, elbows have to be covered.
Later on, he apologized for embarrassing her, but only after I pointed out to him how bad it was. He just didn't see it on his own. I'm not surprised.
Anyway, last night, when we got home, we had no electricity, which meant no air conditioning. It was 87 degrees in our apartment. We both got no sleep last night. The power came back on at 5:30 this morning, so my wife got some sleep, but I had to get ready for work. Hopefully, I'll get to sleep early tonight.
Wife has a doctor's appointment today. We're going to find out if she's going to the hospital tomorrow, or on Sunday. Should be fun either way.
Anyway, over Yom Tov, my wife had on a dress with short sleeves. Not sleeveless, they ended just above her elbows. Anyway, we're sitting at the table, waiting for the meal to start. when my mom asks me to come outside for a minute. Basically, my father wasn't comfortable with my wife's short sleeves, and wouldn't come to the table if she was dressed like that. He wanted her to go change her outfit. He didn't care that she'd be very embarrassed by it, he just wanted her to change. We ended up skipping the meal, and eating on our own later that afternoon. My parents just don't understand that we don't live our lives the same way they do, and we see things very differently. My father is the definition of a chossid shoteh - the man who, if he saw a woman drowning, wouldn't save her, because he's not allowed to touch a woman. He doesn't care about embarrassing someone, he just knows that in his mind, elbows have to be covered.
Later on, he apologized for embarrassing her, but only after I pointed out to him how bad it was. He just didn't see it on his own. I'm not surprised.
Anyway, last night, when we got home, we had no electricity, which meant no air conditioning. It was 87 degrees in our apartment. We both got no sleep last night. The power came back on at 5:30 this morning, so my wife got some sleep, but I had to get ready for work. Hopefully, I'll get to sleep early tonight.
Wife has a doctor's appointment today. We're going to find out if she's going to the hospital tomorrow, or on Sunday. Should be fun either way.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Cold
My wife got a pretty nasty cold. The doctor gave her some antibiotics yesterday, so hopefully it will clear up soon.
It looks like she's going to have to go into the hospital at 28 weeks in the end, which is the end of next week. I'm not looking forward to that.
It looks like she's going to have to go into the hospital at 28 weeks in the end, which is the end of next week. I'm not looking forward to that.
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