Well, we made it! Two flights in 5 days...phew. The way to Orlando was a breeze. Mark was so enthralled by all the new sights at MSY that he put his teething crankiness aside and was such a joy. He even ate ALL of his sweet potatoes. The entire 2 ounces.
Side note- my chunky monkey of a baby does not enjoy solid foods nearly as much as I anticipated. The pediatrician reassured me that this is totally normal and not to force it as it is just for fun right now and not where he receives his nutrition. He gets that from his favorite tatas.
So after we made it through security, which is no fun on a regular day and a real treat with a 6 month old, we arrived to our gate with time to spare and baby giggles and coos to enjoy. He was in such a good mood we didn't need any of the 10 or so toys (read: distractions) I packed. The flight was to take off at 8:15 and baby Bensabat's bedtime is 8:00. Turned out to be great planning on my part. I had my nursing cover out, the lights out and baby positioned when we began taxiing. (is that how you spell that?!) He was nursing through takeoff and asleep by the time we were at cruising altitude. He slept the whole way, as did my arm. When we landed, he woke up. I felt a rise of panic to which George responded with his usual sigh and something along the lines of "don't freak out, it might not be that bad." God, he is my voice of reason at times. Ok, most of the time.
Mark stayed awake until we got him in his car seat, in the car. As I stressed that this would somehow mess up his sleep schedule (which I admit, I am obsessed with), I was so relieved when he did not wake up until 8 am the following morning; right on schedule with his 7 am wake time at home.
Our flight home was not as breezy but it was not bad by any means. We made it through security relatively unscathed and with a little less time to spare. The flight was late and we had to wait for what seemed like 20 minutes after boarding. Well little baby Mark knows what he wants; and when he wants it, he wants it. He decided he wanted to eat, and no amount of toys/smiles/songs were going to put him off course. George leaned over to me to alert me that the young teenage girl who was in Orlando for some sort of dance/cheer competition, had just updated her Facebook status to "sitting next to a crying baby, fml." I felt torn. I do remember being that age and could see myself making a similar remark. Hell, a year ago I can picture making the same comment. But now, I was just plain offended at someone making any negative connotation toward my sweet, precious baby boy. I know, I need to get over it. But not before I said, in a voice loud enough for her and her bleached blonde friends to hear, that I should update my status to say, surrounded by a bunch of peppy, obnoxious teenage girls, fml. I couldn't help myself.
Anyway, Mark nursed like he had gone days without eating, only to be full and refusing to nurse anymore right as the plane was taking off. I was panicked (again) that the pressure would bother him. But he fell asleep as we were going up and did not wake up until halfway through the flight. When he did wake up, we thought he was up for good and as such, started to try to play with him. bad idea. He protested for some time before finally snuggling into my arms and falling back asleep. Overall, it really was not that bad. It was just a packed flight and I had a passenger reminding me of how noone likes to fly with a crying baby. But before we knew it we were landing and making our way to baggage claim. We wont be flying again until just before Mark's first birthday for our family vacation in the Florida Keys. No doubt that will present a new set of issues.
I'll update about our actual trip later. Too much to do as we are heading out of town this evening to visit my sister, brother in law, and sweet nephew!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
First Flight
So this evening we will be flying with a baby for the FIRST TIME EVER! George has two weeks of vacation so we are going to visit his parents in Orlando. No, we aren't going to Disney World this time. I just can't rationalize spending over $100 for a baby who is just as easily entertained by a water bottle and my terrible singing.
If I can be honest, I'm a little apprehensive and excited all at the same time. About the flying, that is. Apprehensive because we are embarking on unchartered territory (at least for us) and excited for, well, the same exact reason. I'm a little nervous because we scheduled the flight to take off at his bedtime. This could either be incredibly genius or awfully stupid. I guess we'll see. I'm excited because I just love watching my little man discover new things. The airport, the plane, the sounds of the engine. I'm sure I'll be that annoying mommy taking tons of pictures. I have been told to nurse him during take off and landing if he is awake in order to aleviate the pressure. I have all my props packed in the event that is necessary. I am very proud that we managed to pack EVERYthing in one large suitcase and one small suitcase and two reasonable carry ons. We are even bringing two King Cakes with us! I can't wait to see us try to maneuver all of that plus the stroller, car seat and BABY! Or maybe I can. Thank God he is such a good baby. Well, it should definitely be an interesting experience. I'm sure in the future, when my family has hopefully grown by two more, I will look back on this and think it was a piece of cake. Until then, I may or may not order a glass of wine on the flight to help with my nerves. Added benefit- may help sweet baby boy sleep more soundly. Don't judge. I am from New Orleans after all.
Here are some NECESSARY ITEMS:
Well I better get back to packing and checking my list twice! I'll update after the trip. Here's to a smooth journey and a wonderful trip with wonderful family!
If I can be honest, I'm a little apprehensive and excited all at the same time. About the flying, that is. Apprehensive because we are embarking on unchartered territory (at least for us) and excited for, well, the same exact reason. I'm a little nervous because we scheduled the flight to take off at his bedtime. This could either be incredibly genius or awfully stupid. I guess we'll see. I'm excited because I just love watching my little man discover new things. The airport, the plane, the sounds of the engine. I'm sure I'll be that annoying mommy taking tons of pictures. I have been told to nurse him during take off and landing if he is awake in order to aleviate the pressure. I have all my props packed in the event that is necessary. I am very proud that we managed to pack EVERYthing in one large suitcase and one small suitcase and two reasonable carry ons. We are even bringing two King Cakes with us! I can't wait to see us try to maneuver all of that plus the stroller, car seat and BABY! Or maybe I can. Thank God he is such a good baby. Well, it should definitely be an interesting experience. I'm sure in the future, when my family has hopefully grown by two more, I will look back on this and think it was a piece of cake. Until then, I may or may not order a glass of wine on the flight to help with my nerves. Added benefit- may help sweet baby boy sleep more soundly. Don't judge. I am from New Orleans after all.
Here are some NECESSARY ITEMS:
Well I better get back to packing and checking my list twice! I'll update after the trip. Here's to a smooth journey and a wonderful trip with wonderful family!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Time flies...
Exactly 6 months ago at this time, George and I crawled into bed, knowing that we would consider ourselves lucky to get a couple hours of sleep. Several hours later (4am to be precise), we would be heading to the hospital to meet our baby boy. I had a planned c-section (more on that later) because Mark was breach. I think we both managed to get a couple hours sleep, although for me, I was lucky to get 20 minutes consecutively. We arrived to the hospital with all the expected jitters and excitement. We were so excited to finally meet our little man and hold him in our arms.
At the hospital, we managed to have some quiet time alone to try and soak up the magnitude of the moment. It so true that nothing can prepare you. They pumped me full of iv fluids which made for some beautiful photographs (read:sarcasm). We waited around for a couple of hours while they monitored Mark. As usual, he was doing great on the fetal monitor. Before I knew it, it was time. I felt like I was about to panic and throw up at the same time. Luckily, there was very little time for that....everything happened so fast. When it was time to head to the OR I was given the choice of being wheeled in or walking. I wanted to walk as it felt like something I had control over at a time when I felt completely out of control. The kicker- I had to go to the O.R. alone. Not only was I terrified of what was to come, but I had to go it alone, at least initially. In the OR, they had difficulties placing the epidural...I was told that my spine was compact and they had trouble going between the bones. OUCH! Once they did manage to place the spinal block, it was such a weird feeling. My anesthesiology team was AMAZING; they reassured me that my jaw wouldn't come unhinged from all the chattering and gave me some good drugs to help with the nausea. Before I knew it, they were ready to get Mark out of there. After the first incision was made, George was allowed in the room. He held my hand through it all. I kept asking, do you see him yet?! Then I heard the most wonderful sound- the sound of my baby. A healthy baby boy. He scored 9 and 9 on his Apgars (and didn't stop screaming until some time later :)).
I was so excited to meet my son but I would be lying if I said I was anything but devastated at the way in which he was entering the world. I had planned for a natural childbirth. I took lamaze classes and read everything I could get my hands. I knew my low tolerance for, um, anything uncomfortable. But I was determined to try, to trust my body and it's design, and to go as long as I could without asking for medication. I told myself that if I made any progress, if I was able to "labor" at all, I would consider it a success. We went the whole 9 yards, buying a birthing ball, tennis balls, taking the Lamaze classes, getting Lamaze updates on my phone, practicing Lamaze techniques at home, writing a birth plan and packing a separate lamaze bag for the hospital. Boy was I emotional when I had to unpack that bag. I know most will think I'm crazy for wanting this experience, but I truly did. With every part of me, I wanted to labor and deliver my child. I even wanted to tuck my hands under his arms and pull him to me. I feel like it is a right of passage, something I wanted to go through. I recall thinking that a c-section is cheating and I struggle referring to the event as a "delivery". Afterall, I was a passive participant, who just laid on the operating table. After Mark was delivered and he was nursing, I can remember being excited at the pains of afterbirth contractions because atleast I was able to know what it felt like, if even for only one contraction. Woah, I was warned about these but there was one that was particularly intense. After the pain subsided, I was joyful that I got to experience it for a moment. I feel that I was deprived of this dream of childbirth. I know the c-section was necessary and I truly was so happy to hold my sweet Angel. There was no other way for him to be "delivered," I just dreamt of something different.
The first 24 hours are a blur. I don't really remember who was there to visit us. Thank goodness for pictures. I was very well attended to at the hospital and I never really experienced pain from the incision during my stay. Breastfeeding went very well. Painful at first and although it crossed my mind at times, I never quit and am extremely proud of that fact. I couldn't walk and hold Mark for some time, hell, I couldn't "walk" for some time for that matter. The recovery was not fun to put it mildly. I don't write this with regret, after all, it was out of my hands. I write it because I think it is ok to mourn the childbirth experience I did not get to have. Aside from the experience not being what I wanted, I know I received the very best care. My OB/GYN is amazing! She will let me try for a VBAC next time. I also choose to see this as my first lesson of many, that I do not control everything. A lesson I'm sure I will be faced with countless times on my journey through motherhood.
I'll never know if my whacked-out state of mind was due to the patient-controlled-pump of dilaudid or new mom hormones, or a combination of both. I'd like to believe the latter. I do know that I cant imagine going through all of that without my rock and best friend at my side. I went home after 48 hours because I knew I was in good hands with dr. Husband. George was amazing and I melted watching him with our son.
I also do not want to imagine those first weeks without my wonderful mother who comforted me when I cried every day (yes, there were oh so many tears) and spoon fed me when I was too weak to eat. She was nothing short of wonderful and I will cherish the memories from that week for the rest of my life. I also couldn't have survived without my amazing mother in law who graciously flew back after being gone one week to attend to me, the emotional basket case, Mark and George. Our first night home from the hospital was pretty rough. Mark wanted to nurse CONSTANTLY. Seriously. And I was in pain, sleep deprived, and a hormonal train wreck. Thank God for Ms. Kathy. She would take Mark into his nursery and tend to him so that I could rest in between nursing. She is the only reason we got any sleep at all that night.
So here I sit, 6 months later and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Mark is wonderful beyond words. I Could never imagine a love so strong, so powerful, so unconditional. But it is all that and so much more. And yet it grows deeper with each passing day. He is such a happy baby, only fussing if he is tired or hungry. He is all boy, so rough with his mamma. It is truly the best feeling in the world to watch him grow and discover the world. The first few months were challenging and required alot of adjusting on our part. It is true that parenting is the hardest job you'll ever love doing. To me, this is the hardest thing I've ever done, harder than law school, the LSAT, passing the bar, etc. you name it, and this is harder. I think that is because of the responsibility I feel at doing it right. I know I wont do it right all of the time, but I know I will do it with love. Even though it is the hardest thing I have ever done, it is the most rewarding, awesome, humbling, blessing I have ever been given. It will certainly be my finest accomplishment in life. Can you tell I'm kind of obsessed?! Sorry for the rambling. I'm a new mom who is overwhelmed (in a good way) with the role of mother.
Well it is late and this mamma is tired. I promise to do better about posting. Good night everyone!
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| Just before we left for the hospital. |
At the hospital, we managed to have some quiet time alone to try and soak up the magnitude of the moment. It so true that nothing can prepare you. They pumped me full of iv fluids which made for some beautiful photographs (read:sarcasm). We waited around for a couple of hours while they monitored Mark. As usual, he was doing great on the fetal monitor. Before I knew it, it was time. I felt like I was about to panic and throw up at the same time. Luckily, there was very little time for that....everything happened so fast. When it was time to head to the OR I was given the choice of being wheeled in or walking. I wanted to walk as it felt like something I had control over at a time when I felt completely out of control. The kicker- I had to go to the O.R. alone. Not only was I terrified of what was to come, but I had to go it alone, at least initially. In the OR, they had difficulties placing the epidural...I was told that my spine was compact and they had trouble going between the bones. OUCH! Once they did manage to place the spinal block, it was such a weird feeling. My anesthesiology team was AMAZING; they reassured me that my jaw wouldn't come unhinged from all the chattering and gave me some good drugs to help with the nausea. Before I knew it, they were ready to get Mark out of there. After the first incision was made, George was allowed in the room. He held my hand through it all. I kept asking, do you see him yet?! Then I heard the most wonderful sound- the sound of my baby. A healthy baby boy. He scored 9 and 9 on his Apgars (and didn't stop screaming until some time later :)).
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| Our first kiss. Absolute Perfection! |
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| My beautiful and healthy 8 pound baby boy! |
I was so excited to meet my son but I would be lying if I said I was anything but devastated at the way in which he was entering the world. I had planned for a natural childbirth. I took lamaze classes and read everything I could get my hands. I knew my low tolerance for, um, anything uncomfortable. But I was determined to try, to trust my body and it's design, and to go as long as I could without asking for medication. I told myself that if I made any progress, if I was able to "labor" at all, I would consider it a success. We went the whole 9 yards, buying a birthing ball, tennis balls, taking the Lamaze classes, getting Lamaze updates on my phone, practicing Lamaze techniques at home, writing a birth plan and packing a separate lamaze bag for the hospital. Boy was I emotional when I had to unpack that bag. I know most will think I'm crazy for wanting this experience, but I truly did. With every part of me, I wanted to labor and deliver my child. I even wanted to tuck my hands under his arms and pull him to me. I feel like it is a right of passage, something I wanted to go through. I recall thinking that a c-section is cheating and I struggle referring to the event as a "delivery". Afterall, I was a passive participant, who just laid on the operating table. After Mark was delivered and he was nursing, I can remember being excited at the pains of afterbirth contractions because atleast I was able to know what it felt like, if even for only one contraction. Woah, I was warned about these but there was one that was particularly intense. After the pain subsided, I was joyful that I got to experience it for a moment. I feel that I was deprived of this dream of childbirth. I know the c-section was necessary and I truly was so happy to hold my sweet Angel. There was no other way for him to be "delivered," I just dreamt of something different.
The first 24 hours are a blur. I don't really remember who was there to visit us. Thank goodness for pictures. I was very well attended to at the hospital and I never really experienced pain from the incision during my stay. Breastfeeding went very well. Painful at first and although it crossed my mind at times, I never quit and am extremely proud of that fact. I couldn't walk and hold Mark for some time, hell, I couldn't "walk" for some time for that matter. The recovery was not fun to put it mildly. I don't write this with regret, after all, it was out of my hands. I write it because I think it is ok to mourn the childbirth experience I did not get to have. Aside from the experience not being what I wanted, I know I received the very best care. My OB/GYN is amazing! She will let me try for a VBAC next time. I also choose to see this as my first lesson of many, that I do not control everything. A lesson I'm sure I will be faced with countless times on my journey through motherhood.
I'll never know if my whacked-out state of mind was due to the patient-controlled-pump of dilaudid or new mom hormones, or a combination of both. I'd like to believe the latter. I do know that I cant imagine going through all of that without my rock and best friend at my side. I went home after 48 hours because I knew I was in good hands with dr. Husband. George was amazing and I melted watching him with our son.
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| How can this not melt your heart! |
I also do not want to imagine those first weeks without my wonderful mother who comforted me when I cried every day (yes, there were oh so many tears) and spoon fed me when I was too weak to eat. She was nothing short of wonderful and I will cherish the memories from that week for the rest of my life. I also couldn't have survived without my amazing mother in law who graciously flew back after being gone one week to attend to me, the emotional basket case, Mark and George. Our first night home from the hospital was pretty rough. Mark wanted to nurse CONSTANTLY. Seriously. And I was in pain, sleep deprived, and a hormonal train wreck. Thank God for Ms. Kathy. She would take Mark into his nursery and tend to him so that I could rest in between nursing. She is the only reason we got any sleep at all that night.
So here I sit, 6 months later and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Mark is wonderful beyond words. I Could never imagine a love so strong, so powerful, so unconditional. But it is all that and so much more. And yet it grows deeper with each passing day. He is such a happy baby, only fussing if he is tired or hungry. He is all boy, so rough with his mamma. It is truly the best feeling in the world to watch him grow and discover the world. The first few months were challenging and required alot of adjusting on our part. It is true that parenting is the hardest job you'll ever love doing. To me, this is the hardest thing I've ever done, harder than law school, the LSAT, passing the bar, etc. you name it, and this is harder. I think that is because of the responsibility I feel at doing it right. I know I wont do it right all of the time, but I know I will do it with love. Even though it is the hardest thing I have ever done, it is the most rewarding, awesome, humbling, blessing I have ever been given. It will certainly be my finest accomplishment in life. Can you tell I'm kind of obsessed?! Sorry for the rambling. I'm a new mom who is overwhelmed (in a good way) with the role of mother.
Well it is late and this mamma is tired. I promise to do better about posting. Good night everyone!
Friday, April 29, 2011
IT'S A BOY!!!
This post is way too late, as pretty much everyone knows we are HAVING A BOY!! In the days leading up to finding out, I was not as anxious as I thought I would be. Most of my worries dealt with the health of our baby. It must have affected me because my blood pressure was pretty high for me....which it never is when I go to the doctor. Baby got a clean bill of health but the doctor was unable to see one side of his heart so we had to come back when he was bigger. We were assured that his lack of cooperation in utero was not a predictor of future behavior. However, we are talking about George and Amanda's baby...chances are we are going to reap what was sewn. We were elated to find out that we are having a baby boy, although I don't believe it really mattered either way to us. We waited until George's parents came to town to spill the news as we wanted to tell our parents face-to-face. We will never again wait that long (1.5 weeks). From the moment we saw that he was a boy, we referred to him as our son and it was difficult to be gender neutral in conversations regarding him.
We have decided to name him Mark Perry Bensabat, II. This is George's father's name and for those who don't know, George was named after his paternal grandfather. The name is also special to me as it is my father's middle name. After a lot of input from everyone else, and talking about it amongst ourselves, we have decided that we are going to call him Mark. Although I am sure I will come up with an endearing nickname that will embarass him by age 5.
Since then, we have gone back for his 2nd anatomy scan to look at the other side of his heart that the doctor could not initially see. Everything is great! He is measuring right on track and at 1lb 7oz, is in the 51st percentile. He was moving so much more for the 2nd ultrasound and at one point, placed his entire palm above his head, on my uterus. I took that as a sign he was communicating with me. I can't wait until he can put his sweet hands on our faces. He is quite a wiggle-worm, moving the most during daylight hours.
I also had to take the Glucose Tolerance Test for gestational diabetes. I PASSED!! I was so relieved. However, I found out that my iron count is low so I either have to supplement with food or take the supplement. I am trying for now to do so with diet...although since I dislike red meat, it might prove to be too much of a challenge. Other than the tiredness that comes with that, I am feeling great! I have been able to keep exercising about 5-6 days per week which is helping a lot with my energy levels.
Our good friends Melissa and Jordan and Mimi (my mom) came over to paint the nursery a couple weeks ago. It is absolutely beautiful! Nowhere near complete but I'll post pics soon. I find it so sweet that every night, George goes into Mark's nursery and looks around. It is as if he is picturing our new life.
Sorry for the long post---will try to update more regularly so as to avoid the novels!
We have decided to name him Mark Perry Bensabat, II. This is George's father's name and for those who don't know, George was named after his paternal grandfather. The name is also special to me as it is my father's middle name. After a lot of input from everyone else, and talking about it amongst ourselves, we have decided that we are going to call him Mark. Although I am sure I will come up with an endearing nickname that will embarass him by age 5.
Since then, we have gone back for his 2nd anatomy scan to look at the other side of his heart that the doctor could not initially see. Everything is great! He is measuring right on track and at 1lb 7oz, is in the 51st percentile. He was moving so much more for the 2nd ultrasound and at one point, placed his entire palm above his head, on my uterus. I took that as a sign he was communicating with me. I can't wait until he can put his sweet hands on our faces. He is quite a wiggle-worm, moving the most during daylight hours.
I also had to take the Glucose Tolerance Test for gestational diabetes. I PASSED!! I was so relieved. However, I found out that my iron count is low so I either have to supplement with food or take the supplement. I am trying for now to do so with diet...although since I dislike red meat, it might prove to be too much of a challenge. Other than the tiredness that comes with that, I am feeling great! I have been able to keep exercising about 5-6 days per week which is helping a lot with my energy levels.
Our good friends Melissa and Jordan and Mimi (my mom) came over to paint the nursery a couple weeks ago. It is absolutely beautiful! Nowhere near complete but I'll post pics soon. I find it so sweet that every night, George goes into Mark's nursery and looks around. It is as if he is picturing our new life.
Sorry for the long post---will try to update more regularly so as to avoid the novels!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Happy Mardi Gras!!
Happy Mardi Gras!
George and I had a great Mardi Gras weekend and baby went to his/her first (of many) parades. It was quite a different experience not to drink at Mardi Gras and I'm hoping to never be pregnant over Mardi Gras again. But overall, the weather was gorgeous and we were surrounded by good people! We spent much of our time picturing what it will be like next year and what baby will be doing. Will baby be big enough for his/her own ladder?! We'll have to see....we saw some pretty tiny babies up in their ladders.
Other than that, things are going well. George has had a nice break from his 80 hour work-weeks, although all of that has changed beginning this week. Work for me has been incredibly busy as we gear up for trial. Although it is very exciting and I am learning so much.
With our busy schedules, I feel like my pregnancy is flying by. This makes me pretty sad at times. I am loving the experience of pregnancy and some part of me will be sad when it is over. I am trying to enjoy every minute of it. Baby is officially too big for me to sleep on my stomach, so I had to order a special pillow after one night of very little sleep. It is WONDERFUL!
I am now 18 weeks! Baby is the size of a sweet potato. We find out next week what the sex of the baby is and we are so excited. Stay tuned for more on that. I haven't done much shopping for baby as I am not a fan of green or yellow....pink and blue are so much cuter! I have, however, been buying books. George and I were both read to as children and it is very important to us that we do so for our children. A few weeks ago I picked up a book that we both have loved for many years:
Here is a quick peak of my growing belly:
Week 7:
Week 14:
Week 16:
Next post- baby's gender!
George and I had a great Mardi Gras weekend and baby went to his/her first (of many) parades. It was quite a different experience not to drink at Mardi Gras and I'm hoping to never be pregnant over Mardi Gras again. But overall, the weather was gorgeous and we were surrounded by good people! We spent much of our time picturing what it will be like next year and what baby will be doing. Will baby be big enough for his/her own ladder?! We'll have to see....we saw some pretty tiny babies up in their ladders.
Other than that, things are going well. George has had a nice break from his 80 hour work-weeks, although all of that has changed beginning this week. Work for me has been incredibly busy as we gear up for trial. Although it is very exciting and I am learning so much.
With our busy schedules, I feel like my pregnancy is flying by. This makes me pretty sad at times. I am loving the experience of pregnancy and some part of me will be sad when it is over. I am trying to enjoy every minute of it. Baby is officially too big for me to sleep on my stomach, so I had to order a special pillow after one night of very little sleep. It is WONDERFUL!
I am now 18 weeks! Baby is the size of a sweet potato. We find out next week what the sex of the baby is and we are so excited. Stay tuned for more on that. I haven't done much shopping for baby as I am not a fan of green or yellow....pink and blue are so much cuter! I have, however, been buying books. George and I were both read to as children and it is very important to us that we do so for our children. A few weeks ago I picked up a book that we both have loved for many years:
Here is a quick peak of my growing belly:
Week 7:
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Jingle Bells!
We hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! We certainly did!
We had our first doctor's appointment on Tuesday- right at 7 weeks! We were able to see the baby, get a picture, and hear the heartbeat. It was the best sound I've ever heard.
John arrived on Thursday before Christmas so we had a full house. On Christmas eve we woke up early to begin cooking an cleaning. It all came together nicely and I couldn't have pulled it off without the help of my in-laws. For Christmas eve we had salad and oyster and artichoke bisque. We had a great evening with family.
Here are some Christmas and other gifts the baby received over the past week:
From George and I:
From Ms. Ann Ourso:
From Erin and Mikey (Ms. Kathy got this for baby while she was visiting, but since Erin got the autographed copy, we'll exchange the other for another book):
From Ms. Kathy:
From my mom and Mr. Peter:
From my dad and Ms. Colleen:
We had our first doctor's appointment on Tuesday- right at 7 weeks! We were able to see the baby, get a picture, and hear the heartbeat. It was the best sound I've ever heard.
John arrived on Thursday before Christmas so we had a full house. On Christmas eve we woke up early to begin cooking an cleaning. It all came together nicely and I couldn't have pulled it off without the help of my in-laws. For Christmas eve we had salad and oyster and artichoke bisque. We had a great evening with family.
Here are some Christmas and other gifts the baby received over the past week:
From George and I:
From Ms. Ann Ourso:
From Erin and Mikey (Ms. Kathy got this for baby while she was visiting, but since Erin got the autographed copy, we'll exchange the other for another book):
From my mom and Mr. Peter:
We had a wonderful Christmas and are so excited for next year when we will have our baby with us!
Life as we know it....
...is about to drastically change....
As you all know, George and I are beyond excited to announce that we are expecting our first child in August 2011!!!
I am still in the very early stages of my pregnancy. As of today, 12/26, I am aprroximately 7 weeks (and baby is the size of a blueberry). Because of this, we have decided to only share this news with immediate family and very close friends. Each of you are very special to us and we wanted to share our wonderful news with you. However, since it is so early, please hold off on any congratulations on facebook for now. I will use this blog as a way to keep all of our friends and family updated on this journey as well as the recent events in our lives (though I am quite confident that baby news will dominate).
We found out in the early morning hours on December 2, 2010. The first person I called was my sister. I wanted to tell our parents in person but I needed to share the good news with someone! George had to rush off to work so I called my sister....but she didn't answer. It was 6:30am afterall....soo.... I called my mom. When she answered, I said "are you ready to be a grandmother" to which she quickly replied "no." I then advised that she get ready because it was happening! As the day went on, I received several excited phone calls from my mom. Once the shock wore off, I knew she was estatic! George wanted to share the news so he called John the next day. We were so excited we wanted to tell everyone we met. However, it was important to us to tell our parents in person, even though I had already told my mom.
Jen and Dimitri came into town on December 11, 2010 so that we could celebrate Christmas with my dad's family. Jen gave the baby his/her first present....
When we arrived to my Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw's house, I was so anxious to tell them, I said Iwanted them to open one gift right away. I handed my dad, Ms. Colleen, Jacob, Daniel and Jill a small gift bag and instructed them to open them at the same time. I had wrapped a baby diaper, socks, pacifier, onesie and monogrammed bib saying "My Paw-Paw loves me!" (which was given to my dad). After the items were unwrapped, it took a few moments but they quickly realized and were so excited. It was a very special moment and I was so happy to be able to announce the news in such a personal way.
Mark and Kathy came to town a week before Christmas (more about the festivities later) and George and I were dying to tell them our news! After they unpacked and settled in, I casually gave Kathy a bag containing a onesie monogramed with "1st Bensabat Grandbaby." It took a moment but once it clicked, they were so excited! We headed to Babies R Us just to begin looking.
Aside from this exciting news, we are loving living in NOLA! I am really enjoying my job; both the people and the work. It is a great firm and I feel so lucky! George is very happy with his decision to complete his residency at Tulane. The exhausting workload is difficult and challenging at times. However, he enjoys the people and the program. Overall, we feel extremely blessed and are very thankful for the opportunities that have come our way.
We had a busy Thanksgiving holiday. George was actually off for Thanksgiving day due to a scheduling coincidence. We had lunch with my dad's family then headed to Baton Rouge for dinner with my mom's family. We were exhausted but it was nice to spend the day surrounded by family.
All of our love,
Amanda, George, and Baby Bensabat
I am still in the very early stages of my pregnancy. As of today, 12/26, I am aprroximately 7 weeks (and baby is the size of a blueberry). Because of this, we have decided to only share this news with immediate family and very close friends. Each of you are very special to us and we wanted to share our wonderful news with you. However, since it is so early, please hold off on any congratulations on facebook for now. I will use this blog as a way to keep all of our friends and family updated on this journey as well as the recent events in our lives (though I am quite confident that baby news will dominate).
We found out in the early morning hours on December 2, 2010. The first person I called was my sister. I wanted to tell our parents in person but I needed to share the good news with someone! George had to rush off to work so I called my sister....but she didn't answer. It was 6:30am afterall....soo.... I called my mom. When she answered, I said "are you ready to be a grandmother" to which she quickly replied "no." I then advised that she get ready because it was happening! As the day went on, I received several excited phone calls from my mom. Once the shock wore off, I knew she was estatic! George wanted to share the news so he called John the next day. We were so excited we wanted to tell everyone we met. However, it was important to us to tell our parents in person, even though I had already told my mom.
Jen and Dimitri came into town on December 11, 2010 so that we could celebrate Christmas with my dad's family. Jen gave the baby his/her first present....
When we arrived to my Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw's house, I was so anxious to tell them, I said Iwanted them to open one gift right away. I handed my dad, Ms. Colleen, Jacob, Daniel and Jill a small gift bag and instructed them to open them at the same time. I had wrapped a baby diaper, socks, pacifier, onesie and monogrammed bib saying "My Paw-Paw loves me!" (which was given to my dad). After the items were unwrapped, it took a few moments but they quickly realized and were so excited. It was a very special moment and I was so happy to be able to announce the news in such a personal way.
Mark and Kathy came to town a week before Christmas (more about the festivities later) and George and I were dying to tell them our news! After they unpacked and settled in, I casually gave Kathy a bag containing a onesie monogramed with "1st Bensabat Grandbaby." It took a moment but once it clicked, they were so excited! We headed to Babies R Us just to begin looking.
Aside from this exciting news, we are loving living in NOLA! I am really enjoying my job; both the people and the work. It is a great firm and I feel so lucky! George is very happy with his decision to complete his residency at Tulane. The exhausting workload is difficult and challenging at times. However, he enjoys the people and the program. Overall, we feel extremely blessed and are very thankful for the opportunities that have come our way.
We had a busy Thanksgiving holiday. George was actually off for Thanksgiving day due to a scheduling coincidence. We had lunch with my dad's family then headed to Baton Rouge for dinner with my mom's family. We were exhausted but it was nice to spend the day surrounded by family.
All of our love,
Amanda, George, and Baby Bensabat
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