
I was impressed at Mayor Bloomberg's constant communication regarding disaster preparedness, closure of mass transit, and other safety tips for New Yorkers (I also subscribe to his feed). You can never be too prepared for storms.
That's been one of my newest pet projects at St. Fozzie's...reformulating and restructuring the disaster preparedness committee. We are located by several major interstates, within striking distance of a nuclear power plant, near a major airport, and blizzards and bad storms are nearly commonplace. Something bad WILL happen, it's just a matter of when.
Just like last week when, spying the churning skies as I dashed from one meeting to the Disaster Committee meeting, thought about the likelihood of storms lashing our hospital. As the Disaster Committee meeting progressed, the skies grew blacker and blacker and we all awaited the Code Black call via the pagers.
It never came, but it was still heavily ironic that the storms hit during our meeting.
Storms and weird weather pop up all the time and how weird was it that a hurricane hit NYC? I heard that women up and down the eastern sea board named their babies Irene when the low pressure of the storm induced labor.
Speaking of labor, my little brother Zibby and Libby had their baby this weekend. The poor girl was a week and a half overdue and we heard that they were acting on all the old wives' tales' ideas of jalapeno food and long walks meant to induce labor. None of it worked and they found themselves at the hospital on Saturday evening, awaiting a Pitocin drip.
Sure enough, we awoke early Sunday morning to a text picture from Zibby of our newest niece. She's so cute and I cannot wait to meet her. I'm glad they named her Brooke and not Irene!
Congrats to Zibby, Libby, and Brooke!
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