You’re getting sleeeeepy. Verrry sleeeepy. Then — bam! — it’s all over, and you’ve delivered a baby.
The baby boy born last month to Jewish actress Natalie Portman and her fiance Benjamin Millepied reportedly was named Aleph.
Actress Natalie Portman has given birth to a baby boy, her first child. People magazine was the first to report Tuesday that Portman gave birth; the report did not say when the baby was born or where the birth took place. Portman's publicist had not confirmed the birth as of Wednesday morning.
Israeli soldiers delivered a Palestinian woman's baby boy inside a military ambulance. The woman, a resident of the Jordan Valley, called for help early Monday morning, according to the Israel Defense Forces. She lives in an area unreachable by ambulance, so the soldiers gave the family a stretcher to bring her to the waiting ambulance.
For most media outlets, the headlines from People's recent interview with Oscar-winning actress Sandra Bullock were that she was dropping her cad of a husband and was in the process of adopting a baby from New Orleans.
What doctors tell you to do is often based on hunches and common sense, but what’s common sense today wasn’t common sense years ago.
There are some fascinating prayers that we say at a baby boy's brit milah (ritual circumcision ceremony), a mitzvah that is highlighted in this week's Torah reading.
After a catastrophe like Hurricane Katrina, sometimes an aid worker helps by delivering a baby, sometimes the job is just delivering a cheeseburger -- or perhaps a thousand cheeseburgers. And sometimes the simple act of providing a yarmulke to an old man can provide solace.
So it was for Rabbis Chaim Kolodny and Tzemach Rosenfeld of Hatzolah of Los Angeles, an organization of emergency-medical volunteers with particular expertise in assisting members of the Orthodox community. When they decided to embark for the stricken Gulf Coast in the wake of Katrina, they wanted to be available to help Jewish victims who could benefit from their knowledge of religious practice. But they also were prepared and eager to help anyone they could, and they had no trouble locating storm victims and relief workers who needed all sorts of assistance.
When I got engaged, my mom's dearest girlfriends, whom I affectionately call "The Crones," all sent me a card. On the front it said,
"Now that you are engaged, no one will ever ask you again 'When are you getting married?'" On the inside it read, "So, when are you going to have a baby?" Although meant in jest, I have found that card to be profoundly true.
Israelis are outraged by a picture of a Palestinian baby dressed as a suicide bomber.
The stork has been awfully busy lately. It seems as though everyone I know is having a baby. A couple I haven't heard from in months sent a postcard with a picture of what I thought was a Sharpei puppy -- it turns out the little boy's name is Jesse. I didn't even know they were expecting.
"The Grandfather Thing" by Saul Turteltaub (Tallfellow Press, $16.95).
Saul Turteltaub, whom I've known for a good many years, is a funny man and a funny television writer. If you laughed at "The Carol Burnett Show," "The Jackie Gleason Show," "That Girl" or "The Cosby Show," tip your hat to Turteltaub, because they are among the 30 major TV shows he has written or produced over a 40- year span.
Have you ever been to the funeral of a 10-month-old? It has to be one of the most unnatural of human experiences. The burial of an infant who was deliberately murdered by terrorists is all the more tragic for the baseless hate it represents.
Memo to first-time fathers: If your baby is crying, she's probably wet. Or tired. Or hungry. Or angry. Or confused about what's happening in the big, new, strange world she lives in.
The other day, I got a sample of Pampers in the mail. It doesn't happen very often now, fortunately.
Until children reach a certain age, parents seethem simply as beloved offspring. Flesh of their flesh. Withbittersweet nostalgia, they remember all, from the Gerber days tograduation day.
But then it happens: the transformation.
A couple with whom I'm close had their first child, so I ran to the bookstore to get them our favorite book on child care. I had forgotten the exact title (it was always "the baby book") and the author's name, so I thought I'd just scan the shelf until it turned up. Shelf? Try shelves -- six of them, each 8 feet long and 10 feet high, and all on parenting. Need advice on building self-esteem, teaching morals, successful potty-training? There are volumes to teach it.