Old Fashioned Egg Beater

The Affects of 9/11 on One Family

The morning began like every other one that week of September in 2001, with the sound of nurses talking in the hallway, and the sound of the breakfast cart being wheeled up to our room.  Scrambled egg beaters, limp toast, corn flakes and cranberry juice … typical hospital breakfast fare, a tray I was “entitled” to, as a breastfeeding mom to our newborn daughter, and as semi-permanent guests on the pediatric wing. 

I poked a hole in the top of the foil covered juice cup, plunged my straw in and pointed the bed-tethered remote at the mounted television on the wall. Charlie Gibson was altogether too perky and pleasant, and I wished I had his life.

Scarcely home from the hospital after being born, my newborn daughter, Kelsey, was admitted to an isolation room on her third day of life. A spinal tap in the emergency room confirmed meningitis, and I would not leave her. Nurses constantly encouraged me to go have a meal in the cafeteria, or go home for a few hours and see my other children, rest, take a walk … do something! Just get out of the room for a little while. Staying in an isolation room with a very sick newborn for the proposed month … even prisoners in solitary have it easier. But how can you go anywhere when the person who’s been closest to your heart for the last nine months is in an isolation room on a pediatric wing? 

Yeah, you try leaving.

There were two windows in the hospital room: the first was a view of another section of the hospital, and a little bit of sky. It didn’t open.

The other window was the television.

Between Kelsey’s feedings, and changing, and taking naps between the constant barrage of nurses, doctors and foodservice people entering the hospital room, the television was my constant companion. 

The morning of Sept. 11 marked our first full week of this routine … and it began like every other: morning news, back-to-school fashion shows and forecasts of fantastic warm, sunny weather that would have been perfect for using the new stroller in. But then, the baffled, fearful look on Charlie Gibson prefaced the change to live downtown Manhattan, where the remnants of a smoking airliner stuck out of the World Trade Center.

OXO Good Grips Egg Beater Reviews | Kitchen Cookware

This is such a innovative design. Rather than having to pull out the electric whisk it quickly and easily beats eggs, cream, batter to a smooth finish. So much easier than the beaters I used as a kid – and best of all the beaters can go in the dishwasher making cleanup easy. Great for kids who you don’t want to trust with an electric whisk.

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