#ad Have you guys had a chance to visit @Birchbox at @Walgreens yet? LOVING the products I purchased in my Build-Your-Own-Birchbox, especially the @sandandskyaus Pink Clay Flash Perfection Exfoliating Treatment. Total lifesaver during pregs & after when my skin = breakout city. You guys can still go check out #Birchbox at one of these three #Walgreens locations in NYC: 60 Spring St, 40 Wall St, or 250 Bedford Ave. For $15 you get your choice of 5 fabulous skincare, haircare, and/or cosmetic items. Or you can get a free BYOB if you subscribe to Birchbox in the store or online! Go check it out now and let me know what you purchased in the comments below, and someone pick me up some dry shampoo bc it's a lifestyle at this point 💕
In 1999 I desperately wanted to see the utterly filthy American Pie movie, but my parents were like “oh hell no.” So I did what any reasonable 15 year old might — I got a summer job at the local movie theater so I could see it behind their backs. Fast forward 20 years, turns out @biggsjason and me use the same @tommeetippeenorthamerica sippy cups for our kids. This, my friends, is the circle of life.
You know who society doesn’t show nearly enough love for? NURSES. They save lives every day, do a lot of the heavy lifting for docs, and don’t get the love and affection they deserve. I’ll be forever grateful to the NICU nursing team responsible for my healthy baby — 40 days of nonstop round the clock care to get her from barely making it to totally thriving. I’m spending the next several days dropping off much-needed NICU goodies like my fave fragrance-free @basqskincare lotions (surgical soap and nonstop hand sanitizer suck) that are safe for hands and contact with the tiniest bodies, chocolate babkas, coffee, and hugs. Gratitude = joy. If you’re ever at Mount Sinai West in #NYC and run into Gisele (2nd slide), she’s an angel. Hug her for me.
PS thanks to the Basq folks for shipping my giant order crazy fast 💨
FYI: my 6 year old, Rivkah, wants everyone in #NYC to know that @trollstheexperience in Midtown has the best makeup of all time. She went a couple weekends ago and hasn’t stopped talking about it, and as a makeup enthusiast myself, I can relate to this level of happiness. ALSO, HOLD ONTO YOUR SHEITEL, THEY ALSO OFFER WIG STYLING 🤣 ...link in bio to more info, but it’s open for several more weeks so if you’re in NYC and have a budding makeup artist in your home, GO.
After 40 days and 40 nights, Ms. Milli is home. She started life at about 3 pounds and is now resting comfortably at a *plump* 6 pounds of post #NICU baby steel 💪🏽 🍼 I’ve got all 5 of my babies together now. Life is a dream. 💕
NICU day 34: we latched on! I know it doesn’t sound that major, but feeding a baby directly from the chest honestly is best (for bonding and preservation of natural breast milk probiotics etc), and it happened last night at 11 PM for the first time. This morning I was fumbling around for nursing tops and found a random one my friends at @boobdesign and @9sprinc sent me a while back. I had no idea what the text said, and then I went to my pumping and crying cave (seriously, that’s what it is) in the hospital and caught my reflection. It says “damn, you’re a good mother!” ...and damn, I needed that because between the guilt of having Milli in here so long and not getting to be my regular hands-on self with all the others, I was on the edge of tears. Needed that. And, in the best news ever, she’s doing well at a solid 5 pounds now — and EAAAAATING! 🍼
My husband reminded me today that the whole point of having *things* is sharing — and that even includes milk, so I’m going to share yet another miracle and offer what extra I have.
When Milli was born 2 weeks ago the doctors told me it would be unlikely my body would make breastmilk. Losing all my blood volume and most of my milk hormone-producing organs would definitely stand in my way. This was crushing for me as I had breastfed all four prior children, and the NICU told me my baby was hooked up to dozens of machines and unable to process formula well. I begged nurses to pump me every two hours while I was still strapped to the ICU bed because physical pain is nothing compared to knowing you can’t do anything for your baby — hold her, sing to her, or even feed her something her body will tolerate.
By day 6 there was still no milk and nurses were routinely telling me it was “okay” and I “tried.” I closed my eyes to pray and ask for one more miracle, a miracle every doctor and nurse seemed to think was beyond unlikely — milk. A few hours later I woke in the middle of the night totally engorged in that hospital room. Not just some milk. Lots of milk. Enough milk for more than one baby.
So here I am, still in the nicu every day, grateful I got so many miracles, and eager to share.
If your baby is in one of the Mount Sinai NICU areas in NYC and needs milk, I’d like to pay it forward and share with you. If your baby is outside the Mount Sinai network, I can see how the extra milk can be transferred. This may be especially pertinent for new moms who keep kosher (there are pretty specific Jewish laws around donor breast milk), but I’m open to sharing with any baby/mom in need of any background or persuasion.
Feel free to PM/share if you know someone looking for kosher milk! If not, today is a good day to count your blessings. 💕
This #NICU journey has only been 10 days so far, and will continue — but it’s taught me more about what matters than I ever expected. An ounce of weight gained on Milli feels like millions of dollars in my emotional pocket, and getting to hold her (this week was the first time I was really allowed to) felt like hitting a love jackpot. To all the other NICU parents out there, I see you and pray for you. Holding her has been my best medicine so far, and I’m so excited for refills.
To all my friends, Shabbat shalom, I wish you a restful and peaceful weekend, and a heart as full of love as mine is right now.
Please meet Milli Malkah, a true queen at only 3 pounds. We walked through hell and back on Tuesday to get to this moment, but we are both survivors of #placentaaccreta, and excited to be here on this earth. I lost every ounce of blood in my body and then some, so if you were one of the hundreds of people who donated their best red cells to keep us alive — THANK YOU.
Milli (pronounced me-li) is Hebrew for “who is for me?” After standing on the edge of death, I can say with certainty, it’s God. Malkah means queen, and that’s exactly what this feisty little girl is going to be.
I lost a few of my favorite organs in this birth, so this will be my last biological child, but somehow without a variety of my parts, I’ve never felt more complete.
And now for a nap.