Monday, August 30, 2010

Waiting for my niece/nephew to be born: A liveblog

My sister Alissa is scheduled to have a C-section this morning. She and her husband, Aaron, haven't found out if they're expecting a boy or girl - why impose gendered treatment on an unborn child? I highly approve of this decision - and my entire family is now in the waiting room at Mt. Sinai.

10:09am
Walked into the hospital building. My father asks a man carrying an infant carseat if he's going to the "Claims Department."

10:12am
My sister Erica asks if we get priority at the vending machines because we were also born at this hospital.

10:16am
My mother is furiously knitting a blue blanket. She has already knitted a pink blanket. She is getting "ahead of the game," as she says. I'm not entirely sure what game she's talking about.

10:17am
Many nervous men are in this waiting room. I'm not sure if they're nervous about their baby mamas or their actual babies. Probably a combination of both.

10:18am
My father goes to the bathroom for the second time since we got here.

10:19am
Aaron's mother realizes she forgot her phone at home. We rifle through our collective address books to see if anyone has her sister's cell number for when the big moment comes.

10:21am
Over in the grandpa-to-be section, Aaron's father is trying to get onto the wifi network at the hospital without success. My father is reading a book about vampires. Periodically he tells me how excited he is about the new Louis Armstrong movie.

10:24am
Aaron's sister shows up. There is some confusion about the missing phone. The security guard is unmoved.

10:25am
My father points out that many of the signs in the waiting room are in Spanish and not English. He is proud that he can translate them. "Yo soy cool," he says. My sister Erica rolls her eyes.

10:27am
I have to figure out how to buy flowers for my sister Alissa without anyone noticing. Grandma Selma wants to send some, but her son (my father) has told her she shouldn't. I'm counting on finding a lull in the craziness once Aaron comes downstairs to tell us about the baby.

10:31am
Discussing the New Orleans public school system with Aaron's mother. It is still a mess, we agree.

10:32am
"You're not writing a blog, are you?" my mother asks. I nod.

10:33am
Every time the elevator dings, my mother and Aaron's mother look up to see if Aaron's coming out. As Mt. Sinai is a high-volume facility, this holds the promise of becoming a stressful practice.

10:35am
Someone turns on the bachata. Nothing like a dance party in the waiting room of the Mt. Sinai maternity clinic.

10:36am
My father is playing with someone else's toddler in the waiting room. This is both alarming and amusing on many different levels.

10:37am
We aunts-to-be are discussing where to buy Aaron a chocolate cigar. The consensus is that there's a candy store "around the corner." I don't know if you've ever been on 5th Avenue between 98th and 99th Streets, but there's no candy store "around the corner." This applies to much of the Upper East Side.

10:39am
Aaron's mother is talking about her new house. Her cat has adjusted well to the move.

10:43am
My father asks me if he can read on Shtetl Chic what is happening. I told him of course, but I'm just blogging about his asking me if he can read on Shtetl Chic what is happening. Trippy, huh?

10:44am
The nervous dad-to-be across the row is eating a turkey sandwich. I've heard about the sedating powers of tryptophan. Maybe I should ask him if that's why he chose that particular kind of snack.

10:46am
Some kind of commotion is occurring by the elevator bank. I think it has to do with the Shabbos elevator having stopped on all the floors. That can be annoying if you have somewhere to go, such as the operating room of a hospital.

10:48am
A woman on the phone is talking about how the baby hasn't come out of her daughter yet. She says she hopes it is born soon because come on already.

10:49am
Aaron's dad takes out the Kindle. Why not get some reading done, he says. Why not indeed.

10:51am
Another man comes into the waiting room with an infant carseat. So far, the most popular color of infant carseats has been black with red accents.

10:53am
Got an email from my friend Laura about a Katrina article written by our boy Matt Davis. She's upset that she's quoted "cursing like a sailor" about Brad Pitt's Make It Right Foundation. I suggest that maybe she should curtail cursing like a sailor in the presence of reporters. She is not happy with this suggestion.

10:56am
Aaron's father tries to kill a mosquito. I hope he gets it. That thing's bitten the shit out of my ankle already.

10:57am
My sister Erica is texting her friends, probably to complain about how annoying the toddler's talking truck toy is. "STOP GO," "STOP GO," it says. Ugh.

10:58am
A doctor walked out of the elevator. It must be a cool job to deliver babies all day.

11:00am
I am supposed to be writing a book review of A Howling in the Wires for NolaDefender.com, but I am obviously very, very distracted. One piece written by New Orleans-based blogger Valentine Pierce in early November 2005 sticks out for me right now, because it addresses the universality of human relationships:

Despite the media's portrayal of [New Orleans residents]...we do not run wild in the streets like dogs on the hunt because we've cleaned those streets. We've had homes on those streets. We raised our children in those neighborhoods and buried our dead in those cemeteries. We give a damn in spite of what you may believe. We honor our dead, respect our elders, celebrate our lives, spoil our babies and pay homage to our heroes.
11:09am
Another infant carseat walks through the door, toting a nervous new father. This carseat is black with taupe accents. Fancy.

11:17am
Sorry for the hiatus, Friends of the Shtetl. The internet cut out. You didn't miss much, except for the text messaging tutorial I gave to my father. That and the mysterious banging coming from inside the elevator shaft. I hope nobody got stuck. That would certainly not be ideal.

11:18am
I have never hated talking truck toys as much as I do now.

11:20am
My dad is excited to add a new member to the Men's Club if the baby is a boy. So far, membership includes my dad and Rudy, the family dog. He tells my sister Erica, who's pursuing a Masters degree in Feminism and Globalization, that he'd be happy to accept a girl in the Men's Club.

11:24am
An Orthodox posse rolls into the waiting room, bringing the demographic tally to Latinos: 6, Jews: 9.

11:25am
A man walks into the waiting room and asks the guard where the Women's Center is. The guard tells him he's here. "Like, for babies and stuff, right?" the man asks. The guard nods.

11:26am
There are way too many cute children in this waiting room. Thankfully, only one of them has a talking truck toy.

11:28am
There really aren't better ways of spending a Monday morning than waiting for a new baby to be born. That being said, I hope it's born soon.

11:29am
I remember Vidal telling me he was eating a cheeseburger when his first child was born. I continue to find that very strange.

11:30am
Received a text from Drew with a premature "Mazel tov." Would very much like to have some news.

11:31am
I stand corrected: My father is actually reading Snow Falling on Cedars. It is about Japanese internment camps outside of Seattle. How uplifting.

11:32am
The waiting room has a mirrored ceiling. I'm not sure why that is. There are certainly no vibrating beds in here.

11:33am
An ambulance is going by. So is a pack of tourists looking for the Guggenheim.

11:35am
It occurs to me that the Guggenheim might be closed on Mondays. Maybe they are seeking clarity and mindfulness. Or Alice.

11:39am
My mother is discussing the merits of marrying a Jewish man. Apparently they are myriad.

11:41am
My mother scurries to the bathroom. We're not allowed to find anything out until she gets back, she informs us.

11:48am
My dad says we need to remember to save today's Times for when the baby grows up. I ask where they saved the Times from the day I was born. Silence.

11:49am
My dad asks if Aaron is going to text us when the baby is born. My mother gives him a look.

11:50am
Many people have come out of the elevator in the past hour and a half. None of them have been my brother-in-law.

11:51am
It's kind of hot in this waiting room. I wonder who would choose to be nine months pregnant in August. Note to future self: Timing is key.

11:52am
Holy shit that talking truck is so irritating.

11:57am
IT'S A GIRL!!!!
AVIVA MIRIAM

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Update: Check out Liveblogging the birth of my sister and brother-in-law's 2nd kid

3 comments:

  1. its a masters in gender, development and globalization

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  2. I hope you save this so one day Aviva can read it and laugh!

    P.S. I love how I'm acting like you scribbled this on a cocktail napkin...the internet will still be around in 10 years...right?

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