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Quote of the day

Or possibly month.

Me, to the 89 year old I was admitting with chest pain:
"I'm having a hard time believing you're 89." [Seriously, she looked the same age as the very old appearing 66 year old whose room I had just left.]

Her: "That's what they always say to me."

Me: "Well, you just look too good to be 89."

Her: "You should have seen me when I was younger."

Me: Chuckle.

Her: "I had so many boyfriends. And I knew just how far to go with them."

Me: Eyes widen a little

Her: "But I was a virgin when I got married."

An interesting day.

Two interesting experiences today:

The first, which was not so pleasant:
There is a special breed of person we see in the hospital not infrequently - the kind that actually enjoys being in the hospital. They think it's like this great place to come and relax for a few days. Even if there's not much wrong with them, they think they should be allowed to stay in the hospital as long as they want. I went to discharge a patient today (who honestly I could have sent home yesterday) and he suddenly got very mad and yelled at me that this hospital sucked and that he was going to go tell someone what he thought of this place and that he'd never come here again. I have been yelled at before when trying to send home people who do not want to leave, so I tried to reason with him about it, but he was not in a reasonable mood. Whatever. I got his paperwork done and moved on. Then, maybe 20 minutes later, I get a phone call from the nurse. Apparently the patient then started making threate…


1. I got all the way to work this morning (early!) and was walking in the building when I realized that I had forgotten my pager. Sadly, this small (but annoying) piece of equipment is not one I can work without. I had to drive all the way back home to get it. Sigh.

2. Judah has started doing the sweetest things. Whenever he's nursing, he'll put his hand up and just try to feel the ends of my hair. He doesn't usually pull, but sort of runs his fingers through the ends as he's eating. It's adorable. When other people are holding him, he'll also shoot me this big grin, and then stick out his chubby hands and reach out for me to hold him. I love it.

3. The community revival started tonight. Jeff had this great idea to have a community-wide choir made up of people from all the church involved sing. I loved seeing (and hearing) all the voices (both white and black) joined together in song. Jeff actually gets his turn preaching tomorrow. Should be a great, amen-filled

Sewing deep thoughts.

I've been spending a lot of time recently hunched over my sewing machine. When Judah naps, I'll sneak in there to start cutting and piecing and ironing. (Pics to come later!) It's given me a lot of time to ponder why it is that I enjoy sewing so much. I think there are lots of reasons, but one big one really stuck out to me yesterday.

I love my job - I really do. But sometimes, at the end of a long day, I don't always have something to show what I accomplished. I'll spend my time at work, slowly working my way through all the floors in the hospital, trying to get everyone seen. I adjust medicines, start new ones, give IV fluids, and order tests all in hopes of trying to make my patients better than they were when they came in. But the nature of the world we live in is that our bodies decay and sometimes, in spite of my best efforts and the best of all medical technology, people continue to get worse.

At MUSC, just before graduation, each class invites some of their …


Someone is getting much, much better at sitting. He'll still occasionally topple over (hence the pillow) but he's actually started to enjoy sitting and playing with things in front of him.

I just loved his expression here. Very Judah.

Homemade oreos.

Apparently I've been doing a lot of baking this week. Before Jeff's birthday feast, I apparently got it in my head I wanted to make some kind of cookie. I'd seen this recipe for homemade oreos a long time ago on, you guessed it, Smitten Kitchen. I've never made a recipe from that sight that wasn't just awesome. These came together really quickly - whirred up in my food processor, then spooned onto cookie sheets. I wouldn't say that they tasted just like oreos, but in my opinion were far, far better. (And no surprise there, since these didn't contain high fructose or hydrogenated anything.)

But they were still perfect in a glass of milk.....

Birthday Dinner!

My dear husband turned 33 last Tuesday. Since I was working that day, we realized a real celebration would be too hard to pull off well. Instead, we celebrated 1 week late. Since I was not working, that gave me plenty of time to prepare his annual birthday feast. I did nearly the same menu as last year, because, really why mess with something so tasty.

Here is what we had:
Short Ribs (This year I did them in the crockpot!)
Orange-Honey glazed carrots
Braised Leeks
Buttermilk Honey Bread
Mashed potatoes (This was the only change from last year - mashed potatoes and short ribs go together like peas and carrots.... or like mashed potatoes and short ribs...)

But the highlight was the dessert. Every year since we've been married, I've made Jeff a German chocolate cake for his birthday. This year I asked him a few weeks ago what he'd like, and he requested root beer float cupcakes. He'd had these on his mind ever since seeing them on the food network. We actually went to …


I'm reading a very interesting book right now called Expecting Adam. It's written by a mother who had a son with Down Syndrome, a mother who is a self-proclaimed atheist, staunch feminist, and strongly pro-choice. (And apparently now writes for "O" magazine.) It's a memoir of that pregnancy and her life as a graduate student at Harvard who not only had the audacity to get pregnant, but then also decided to carry to term a baby with Down Syndrome.

What amazes me is how well she can grasp the Truth and eloquently explain it, and yet still be so lost.

My favorite quote so far:
"All I can say for sure is that whatever supernatural beings are operating around us, they are working from a priority list that is different than mine."

I look at the second part of that sentence and think, "Amen. Wow. She is so on point there."

Then I reread the first part and just sigh and shake my head. That's how it is throughout everything I've read so far - som…

Take 2.

I decided, upon some reflection, that I was dissatisfied with my post yesterday.

My first paragraph ended with me talking about wanting to be a good doctor. The second was an anecdote about how I was able to stay calm in an emergency and knew how to treat my patient. I feel like the juxtaposition of these may have made it seem like I was trying to prove I'm a good doctor or that I want everyone else to know that I always know what I'm doing.

Here's the thing:
I don't always know what I'm doing. I'm constantly having to look stuff up, even stuff I feel like I should know. Even today one of the third year residents glanced over some orders I had written and pointed out an order that was obviously wrong. Oops. Tuesday I just realized that all my training really had taught me a lot - and that I could use what I knew and stay calm in a serious situation.

Here's the other thing:
Knowing what to do in a situation like that doesn't make me a good doctor. It only mak…


I'm emerging from the busiest two work days I've ever had to try to take a little breath of air before going back under.

Being a working mom is hard. I guess I knew it would be. When I'm at work, I think about my little man and miss him and try to do everything I can to finish quickly. When it's almost 7 pm and I'm still seeing patients I just want to cry. When I'm home, I think back about my work day and hope I'm taking good care of my patients. I really want to be a good doctor. But I also really want to be a good mom.

One of my patients almost bled to death right in front of me yesterday. In many ways, seeing her pale face look up at me, asking me if she was going to die was a terrifying situation. The weird thing was that I wasn't scared. I knew what to do. I called our specialist, who came right away to control the bleeding. I got fluids in to her to raise her blood pressure. I got her a blood transfusion. Then she stopped breathing, so we got her in…

New Pants, take two.

I was feeling inspired on Saturday. Or maybe I was just wanting to procrastinate from cleaning the house. Either way, I whipped up a couple more pairs of pants for Judah, this time in a larger size. I also tried to make the bum area a little more generous to accommodate the cloth diapers. I'm not sure I actually did that part right or if they just fit better since they're a larger size, but either way, I can tell these will be fitting him for a while. I also figured out a better way to sew these to make them actually reversible. The first pants I did are sort of reversible, but I probably wouldn't actually ever use them on the opposite side because of how they're finished. But these are truly reversible. I'll have to get a photo of what the other side looks like. I was also proud of myself because I didn't have quite enough of the lining fabric on either pair, but took a line from Tim Gunn a la Project Runway and "made it work."

The first pair were som…


We tried some solids again yesterday. I decided I was ready to see if he was ready. It did seem to go better this time. Although when I fed him today, he sort of passe about the whole thing. I'll just try again tomorrow. And instead of going the rice cereal route, I decided to make some homemade pear sauce. I actually thought it was delicious - especially with the addition of some vanilla extract and a little bit of balsamic. (Thank you, Smitten Kitchen)

He actually opened his mouth right up. Here he is trying to attack the spoon.

Mmm... pears...

I think we're doing apples next.


As promised, here are some photos of the pants I made Judah:

First, from right after I made them, when he was about 3 weeks old.

And here they are on him today. You can see his latest trick - standing. He can't pull up, but he tries so hard to that I just have to oblige. He really prefers standing to sitting, most of the time:

And in another view. (And no, I do not usually let him play with a coaster on our floor near electrical cords. But that's where the light was the best...)

(From Simplicity 3765 - but I made the pants lined)

Pecan-sesame chicken

I really did love this recipe - it makes a very flavorful, moist chicken. I had a good bit of the breading left over, which I'm saving to use on some fish in a few days.

By popular request....

1 c. buttermilk
1 egg

1 c. flour
1 T. salt
1 T. paprika
1/8 t. pepper
1 c. ground pecans
1/4 c. sesame seeds
olive oil

Combine egg and buttermilk and set aside.

Toast the pecans in a dry skillet for a few minutes prior to grinding them in a food processor. Then toast the sesame seeds until they are browned. You have to watch them closely because they can burn quickly. Mix the remaining ingredients and put in a bowl.

I used 3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, although the recipe calls for 6 pounds of assorted chicken pieces. Dip in buttermilk, then dredge in flour mixture. The recipe then says to dip in corn oil (gulp) and drain. Then put in a roasting pan. I just couldn't bring myself to do this dipping in oil business. Instead, I did a little drizzle of olive oil over the top.

Bake at 350. The reci…


I've been thinking hard the last few days about what I can write about.

And I got nothing.

I could write about the current cupcake-baking kick I'm on, but I have no beautiful photos of finished cupcakes to show you. Jeff requested root beer float cupcakes for his birthday this year, and I'm trying to figure out exactly how to make the tastiest, most root-beer-floatiest cupcakes I can. I'll let you know what I figure out.

I made some delicious pecan-sesame chicken for dinner last night, and I thought about posting the recipe, but that just seems boring. This isn't really a food blog and I don't want to just resort writing about what I'm eating.

I'm enjoying this mostly stay-at-home-mom-hood. I went to a women's bible study this morning at a local church, something I would have loved doing in the past but never could because I worked. But it's nice having a reason to get dressed and leave the house in the morning. Since some days I don't put on ac…


I've been working on Judah's baby book (which I'm doing on Shutterfly) the last few evenings after he goes to sleep. It's been a fun memory lane, going back through some of the old photos of him. I actually get a little teary-eyed when I notice how big he's gotten and how much he's changed. I actually miss that little baby we had then.

Which is just crazy, right?? Because he's still here, sleeping (or not) in his crib. I guess other moms out there can relate. I just keep loving Judah more and more and it's an incredible joy to watch him grow and get bigger. And now he's doing more and so much more interactive than he ever was when he was such a tiny thing. But I still miss that tiny little smooshy baby. Sigh.

Water skiing.

We had an awesome water skiing trip this week, accompanied by two good friends, Jason and Sallie. One nice thing about my current job situation is that we can do things like randomly drive up to Seneca on a Tuesday to go skiing. And there's a certain grandmother who loves to watch Judah for us so he doesn't have to suffer the indignity that is his life jacket. The weather was perfect, with a bright blue sky.

I wish I could say I had taken the following pic, because I think it's cool. But I didn't. Jason did.

Jeff, in addition to being an excellent preacher, teacher, and all-around handsome guy, is an outstanding boat driver.

I'm not sure I've ever been under the train trestle on the lake with a train going overhead.

And the skiing? It was wonderful. The water was like glass.

Hopefully we'll have a few more trips out like this before it turns cold....

Five Months!!

I love how these photos came out - we had an impromptu photo session on the front lawn this morning. Between the softish light and my sweet, smiling boy, they ended up looking really great. (At least I think so.)


I took some really cute pictures of a FIVE month old Judah today. (5!!) You'll have to wait to see them because my husband is hogging our other computer to work on a little something he calls his "thesis."

As an aside - he just came down and quoted to me a sentence he had just written, of which he was particularly proud. I love the man I married in all his nerdy ways.

I know I just wrote how I was concerned about my milk supply and Judah not getting enough. Then on Tuesday we went up to my parent's house for a little end-of-summer boating fun. I weighed Judah on the postal scale at my mom's office.

He weighed nearly 17 pounds.

As in, he's gained almost two pounds in 1month.

I quickly realized he's still getting PLENTY of milk from me.