This is a group of pinetrees on the ranch. More than half of them were blown down.
This is a tree blown down over the fence line from the IL's house.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wind Damage
A boatload of rain and then 50+ mph winds made for a scary situation. The lights flickered and went off and on several times but luckily we never lost power.
This is a group of pinetrees on the ranch. More than half of them were blown down.
This is a tree blown down over the fence line from the IL's house.
This is a group of pinetrees on the ranch. More than half of them were blown down.
This is a tree blown down over the fence line from the IL's house.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary, Ma and Pa!!!
May you have many more years of happiness together.
May you have many more years of happiness together.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
An invitation
Today bishop extended an invitation for Jody and I to attend the temple prep class during the second block of meetings. I am so excited. I have been waiting to take this class for a long time and I think it may be a good thing for Jody. Bishop said he would talk to him about it but I went ahead and told Jody. He was actually supportive. His only complaint was that now he'll only get a one hour nap in the van during church. I'm hoping this is a step forward for us.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
2 months old
Sawyer is smiling more everyday. Talk about melt my heart! He's growing up too fast. If there is anything the other two kids have taught me, it's to treasure every moment. Before I know it they will all be grown up and off to college.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
You know you're from the South when...
...your daughter gets her first gun for Christmas at age 5. Heaven help me!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Shhhh
We’ve been working on using quiet voices in the house. The kids were being insanely loud in the mornings, and it wasn’t what a sleep-deprived mommy, who was trying to get just a few more minutes of shut-eye, wanted to hear. Well, apparently we should have been working on using quiet voices and quiet feet. This morning the kids decided to put in their Bella Dancerella Tap Dancing video. I woke up to the sound of stomping feet and a shaking house. I’m glad I actually got a good amount of sleep last night or I would have wanted to beat them. Instead I saw the humor in it all.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Sawyer's Birth Story
After runs to Labor & Delivery to stop contractions at 32.5 weeks and 35 weeks, I was anxious to see when I would really go into labor. I woke up around 3 in the morning on Tuesday, October 30th and noticed that I was having a lot of contractions. I got out of bed around 4 to use the bathroom and decided to watch the clock. The contractions were coming anywhere from 3-10 minutes apart and gaining in strength. I was also having loose bowels, which was a good sign that I was in labor. Around 5, I told Jody that he probably shouldn’t go into work in case this was the real thing. I took a shower to see if that would make the contractions ease up. After I got out, Jody took a shower, and I woke up Anna to let her know what was going on. She also got up to take a shower while I finished packing my hospital bag.
Around 6:30 I tried to call some people from church that offered to help watch the kids when I was in labor. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. Jody suggested he stay home and watch the kids, but there was no way I was letting him out of it that easy. After trying to call several people I started to get frustrated and emotional. I went to bed and had a good cry while Anna took over making phone calls. She finally got a hold of Lacy Brown who said she would gladly watch the kids. By this time my contractions were 3 to 5 minutes apart and I was ready to get on the road since it takes an hour to get to the hospital. As quickly as Paxton was born, I wanted to make sure we got to the hospital in time. Anna called Kayla Shirley, who was suppose to come take pictures, and told her that we were heading to the hospital. Kayla said she would meet us there. We dropped the kids off at the Browns at 7:30 and headed to the hospital just in time to hit rush hour traffic.
We got to L&D at 8:30 and they took me right to a LDP room. Kayla got there not long after we did. The nurse got me hooked up to the monitors and confirmed that I was having consistent contractions.
At 9 she checked me and I was only 1 cm dilated and 60% effaced. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t more dilated with all the contractions I was having! She called the doctor and he said to have me walk around and be rechecked at 11.
So Anna, Kayla and I walked and walked and walked. We even made a stop at the cafeteria and grabbed a bite to eat. I was afraid to eat much since my stomach was upset, but I knew that I needed to keep my energy up. We went back to the room a little before 11. The nurse checked me and found that I was 1-2 cm and a little more effaced so I was in early labor. She called my OB again and he said to keep walking and that I could stay. I stayed on the monitor and watched TV until 11:35. During that time they came and took my blood. We sent Jody to Toys R Us to get a present for Olivia from the baby since there wasn’t much to do but wait.
After being monitored, we got out and walked some more. This time we brought the camera to have some fun. The grounds of the hospital were really nice. There were garden paths that led to a bubbling fountain that I found very relaxing. We stopped at various points to take pictures and wait out contractions. My contractions were about the same distance apart and getting a little stronger. Sometimes I had to stop and wait through them.
As we were heading back into the hospital we saw that Jody had pulled up so we met him by the parking lot. Since we knew I was going to stay, we went to the van and got my bags and the presents for the kids.
At 1 my OB Dr. Alston stopped in to check on me. He said he was heading into surgery and would check back with me when he was finished. Everyone was getting hungry so we sent Jody out to get food. I laid on the bed and tried to get some rest. At 2 I was hooked back up to the monitors again. My OB came in and checked me. I was 3 cm, 60 % effaced and the baby was still high. He offered to break my water, but I declined. Breaking my water led to a super fast labor with Paxton, and I wanted to avoid that this time. I was also worried about a cord prolapse since the baby was still high. My OB assured me I would have my baby today so they had me fill out the necessary paperwork.
Kayla had to leave around 3:30 because she couldn’t find anyone to cover for her gymnastics class. We knew she wouldn’t make it back before 6 so we hoped I wouldn’t deliver before them.
I laid in bed and tried to get some rest. I was frustrated with how slow I was progressing. At 3:35 I called the nurse for some heartburn medicine. I had been having horrible heartburn since the 2nd trimester but never thought to bring my meds with me. The nurse brought me some nasty tasting medicine to drink. It must have done the trick because the heartburn quit bothering me after a while.
At 4:30 I was hooked back up to the monitors. Jody came back for a while. We discussed what to do about the kids. Jody was stressed about leaving them for so long, but there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. Anna and Jody both wanted me to get my water broken to get things moving. I was still hesitant though. The nurse checked me at 5:30 and I was 4 cm and the baby’s head was lower.
The nurse left to talk to the doctor and came back to let me know that my OB was leaving for the day and wouldn’t be back until the morning so if I wanted him to break my water, now was the time. It was getting late, we were worried about the kids, and I knew that breaking my water was all it would take to get things moving so I reluctantly agreed. I had a brief cry because I knew what was in store for me. The nurse put in a heplock and at 6:05 my OB came in and broke my water just as Kayla got back from work. At that point I was 4 cm and 70 % effaced. The water was clear thank goodness. My OB told me to sit up for a while to make sure the head settled down since it was still a little high. I was afraid to move onto my side for a while because of that.
Within minutes the contractions began to pick up in intensity. Jody joked that he knew I was progressing by the way I was gripping the handrail on the bed. The nurses changed shifts and I was introduced to my new nurse. I apologized for not meeting her when I was in a better mood. She looked over my birth plan and asked me some questions about my wishes. She was very respectful and was impressed with how realistic my plan was.
The contractions started to hurt really badly. They felt like they would peak and just when I couldn’t take much more, they would get even stronger. We dimmed the lights of the room and the atmosphere got serious. Anna started coaching me through each contraction. I breathed through them and tried taking them one at a time, but the pain soon began to feel unbearable. The nurse and staff started bringing in the delivery supplies. Luckily they were quiet and got things done quickly.
At 7:15 I started feeling some pressure so the nurse checked me and I was at 5 or 6 cm. I was out of mind in pain and upset that I hadn’t dilated more. I told the nurse I wanted drugs. Anna tried to convince me that I didn’t. She reminded me of my birth plan and that I wanted to try and deliver without medication. I told her I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. I got a Stadol / Phenergan cocktail through my heplock at 7:27 and instantly relaxed.
The medicine made me sleep in between the contractions. I would wake up and need coaching during the peaks and then fall back asleep. Apparently I was pretty amusing because I would complain during the peak that the drugs weren’t working but would fall asleep as soon as it was over.
At 7:50 I started feeling more pain even with the drugs. I started feeling more pressure so the nurse checked me. I was finally at 8 or 9 cm. The end was in site! The nurse left to call the doctor. At 8:10 I couldn’t help but to start pushing. Anna told me not to push but I couldn’t stop during the peak of the contraction. She pulled the sheet back and looked and saw that I was bulging and there was a hint of hair. She hit the nurse button and told them “I see the baby!”
The nurse came in, took a look and told me not to push because the doctor wasn’t there yet. I told her “Well he needs to get here” and I continued to push. There was no stopping the urge. The doctor rushed in at 8:13 and started giving orders to take the bed down and let me push if I wanted. Anna told them I didn’t like it when people counted as I pushed so they let me do my own thing. I instantly got the “ring of fire”. I kept asking if the baby was almost out because it was burning so much. I just wanted the baby to get out so the pain would stop. I said during my pregnancy that I wanted a baby with brown curly hair. Anna said I got my wish. She could see that the baby had dark hair.
Because of the scar tissue from my last two births, the skin wouldn’t stretch to let the baby out so my OB did an episiotomy. After that he said to give one strong push and the baby’s head was out.
The cord was wrapped so tightly around the baby’s neck that my doctor was afraid it might tear so he quickly cut the cord. Then I gave another push and watched the baby slip out of my body. The baby was facing me as the OB lifted him up and I saw his boy parts. I said, “It’s a boy!” The doctor turned him around and said, “You do have a male child!”
The doctor handed the baby to the nurse and I laid back and closed my eyes. I realized after a bit and asked, “Why isn’t he crying?” I looked over and saw that Jody was crying and wiping his eyes while Anna tried to comfort him. My doctor left me to go see what was going on. I was too out of it to realize at the time, but the baby wasn’t breathing. The nurses started to panic so my doctor jumped up to help resuscitate him. Apparently, his heart rate never dropped but they couldn’t get him to take a breath. They had to give him a shot of something to reverse the affects of the medicine I had been given. After a few tense minutes, the baby finally let out a little whimper. His apgars were 4, 8 and 9.
The nurse asked what the baby’s name was. We had discussed it on the way to the hospital and we couldn’t decide between the names Thatcher, Sawyer and Thomas for a boy or Madeline and Sophia for a girl. We said we would wait to see the baby after it was born and then choose which name fit it best. Jody told the nurse the baby’s name was Sawyer. I said “Really?!” because I really like that name. I later asked why he said that name and Jody said because he thought it was the one I liked.
Everyone made phone calls to let family and friends know the baby was here. Jody called his parents, who now had the kids, to tell them the news. Olivia answered the phone and when Jody told her it was a boy, she cried. She really wanted a little sister.
The nurse said they needed to take Sawyer to the nursery to make sure his oxygen stats were good. My doctor made sure they let me see him before they took him. We had Kayla go with to take pictures since they were going to weigh him too. Sawyer weighed 7 pounds 1 ounce and was 20 inches long
Meanwhile the doctor delivered the placenta, which I got a good look at this time, and stitched me up. They hooked my heplock up to an IV of pitocin for a few minutes to help with bleeding. The nurse massaged my uterus and commented about how low it was already. The doctor said I could probably wear my jeans home from the hospital. The whole thing was painful to say the least. I vowed then and there to never have any more children (of course the mommy hormones kicked in a few days later and that is already debatable).
They got me and the room cleaned up and let me rest. Jody left to go get the kids since it was getting late. Every time the nurse came in, she talked about what a great job I did. She said women with epidurals don’t do that good. I just kept thinking, “Was she here in the same room?” I didn’t feel like I had done such a fantastic job. I guess the drugs and the pain clouded my memory.
They finally brought Sawyer back to my room a little after 10. Kayla and Anna took turns holding him. I was too exhausted/drugged to care. All I wanted to do was sleep.
Kayla left and they moved me to a regular room. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, I came out of my fog and decided to have a good look at my baby. I unwrapped him from his blankets and looked at his skinny legs and tiny fingers and toes. He was just perfect.
I was so impressed with the hospital and staff. They allowed me to labor as I wished and respected my birth plan. They were great with the kids when they came to visit too. I had a wonderful experience; although, if I had to some it up in two words, they would be “It hurt”.
Around 6:30 I tried to call some people from church that offered to help watch the kids when I was in labor. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. Jody suggested he stay home and watch the kids, but there was no way I was letting him out of it that easy. After trying to call several people I started to get frustrated and emotional. I went to bed and had a good cry while Anna took over making phone calls. She finally got a hold of Lacy Brown who said she would gladly watch the kids. By this time my contractions were 3 to 5 minutes apart and I was ready to get on the road since it takes an hour to get to the hospital. As quickly as Paxton was born, I wanted to make sure we got to the hospital in time. Anna called Kayla Shirley, who was suppose to come take pictures, and told her that we were heading to the hospital. Kayla said she would meet us there. We dropped the kids off at the Browns at 7:30 and headed to the hospital just in time to hit rush hour traffic.
We got to L&D at 8:30 and they took me right to a LDP room. Kayla got there not long after we did. The nurse got me hooked up to the monitors and confirmed that I was having consistent contractions.
At 9 she checked me and I was only 1 cm dilated and 60% effaced. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t more dilated with all the contractions I was having! She called the doctor and he said to have me walk around and be rechecked at 11.
So Anna, Kayla and I walked and walked and walked. We even made a stop at the cafeteria and grabbed a bite to eat. I was afraid to eat much since my stomach was upset, but I knew that I needed to keep my energy up. We went back to the room a little before 11. The nurse checked me and found that I was 1-2 cm and a little more effaced so I was in early labor. She called my OB again and he said to keep walking and that I could stay. I stayed on the monitor and watched TV until 11:35. During that time they came and took my blood. We sent Jody to Toys R Us to get a present for Olivia from the baby since there wasn’t much to do but wait.
After being monitored, we got out and walked some more. This time we brought the camera to have some fun. The grounds of the hospital were really nice. There were garden paths that led to a bubbling fountain that I found very relaxing. We stopped at various points to take pictures and wait out contractions. My contractions were about the same distance apart and getting a little stronger. Sometimes I had to stop and wait through them.
As we were heading back into the hospital we saw that Jody had pulled up so we met him by the parking lot. Since we knew I was going to stay, we went to the van and got my bags and the presents for the kids.
At 1 my OB Dr. Alston stopped in to check on me. He said he was heading into surgery and would check back with me when he was finished. Everyone was getting hungry so we sent Jody out to get food. I laid on the bed and tried to get some rest. At 2 I was hooked back up to the monitors again. My OB came in and checked me. I was 3 cm, 60 % effaced and the baby was still high. He offered to break my water, but I declined. Breaking my water led to a super fast labor with Paxton, and I wanted to avoid that this time. I was also worried about a cord prolapse since the baby was still high. My OB assured me I would have my baby today so they had me fill out the necessary paperwork.
Kayla had to leave around 3:30 because she couldn’t find anyone to cover for her gymnastics class. We knew she wouldn’t make it back before 6 so we hoped I wouldn’t deliver before them.
I laid in bed and tried to get some rest. I was frustrated with how slow I was progressing. At 3:35 I called the nurse for some heartburn medicine. I had been having horrible heartburn since the 2nd trimester but never thought to bring my meds with me. The nurse brought me some nasty tasting medicine to drink. It must have done the trick because the heartburn quit bothering me after a while.
At 4:30 I was hooked back up to the monitors. Jody came back for a while. We discussed what to do about the kids. Jody was stressed about leaving them for so long, but there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. Anna and Jody both wanted me to get my water broken to get things moving. I was still hesitant though. The nurse checked me at 5:30 and I was 4 cm and the baby’s head was lower.
The nurse left to talk to the doctor and came back to let me know that my OB was leaving for the day and wouldn’t be back until the morning so if I wanted him to break my water, now was the time. It was getting late, we were worried about the kids, and I knew that breaking my water was all it would take to get things moving so I reluctantly agreed. I had a brief cry because I knew what was in store for me. The nurse put in a heplock and at 6:05 my OB came in and broke my water just as Kayla got back from work. At that point I was 4 cm and 70 % effaced. The water was clear thank goodness. My OB told me to sit up for a while to make sure the head settled down since it was still a little high. I was afraid to move onto my side for a while because of that.
Within minutes the contractions began to pick up in intensity. Jody joked that he knew I was progressing by the way I was gripping the handrail on the bed. The nurses changed shifts and I was introduced to my new nurse. I apologized for not meeting her when I was in a better mood. She looked over my birth plan and asked me some questions about my wishes. She was very respectful and was impressed with how realistic my plan was.
The contractions started to hurt really badly. They felt like they would peak and just when I couldn’t take much more, they would get even stronger. We dimmed the lights of the room and the atmosphere got serious. Anna started coaching me through each contraction. I breathed through them and tried taking them one at a time, but the pain soon began to feel unbearable. The nurse and staff started bringing in the delivery supplies. Luckily they were quiet and got things done quickly.
At 7:15 I started feeling some pressure so the nurse checked me and I was at 5 or 6 cm. I was out of mind in pain and upset that I hadn’t dilated more. I told the nurse I wanted drugs. Anna tried to convince me that I didn’t. She reminded me of my birth plan and that I wanted to try and deliver without medication. I told her I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. I got a Stadol / Phenergan cocktail through my heplock at 7:27 and instantly relaxed.
The medicine made me sleep in between the contractions. I would wake up and need coaching during the peaks and then fall back asleep. Apparently I was pretty amusing because I would complain during the peak that the drugs weren’t working but would fall asleep as soon as it was over.
At 7:50 I started feeling more pain even with the drugs. I started feeling more pressure so the nurse checked me. I was finally at 8 or 9 cm. The end was in site! The nurse left to call the doctor. At 8:10 I couldn’t help but to start pushing. Anna told me not to push but I couldn’t stop during the peak of the contraction. She pulled the sheet back and looked and saw that I was bulging and there was a hint of hair. She hit the nurse button and told them “I see the baby!”
The nurse came in, took a look and told me not to push because the doctor wasn’t there yet. I told her “Well he needs to get here” and I continued to push. There was no stopping the urge. The doctor rushed in at 8:13 and started giving orders to take the bed down and let me push if I wanted. Anna told them I didn’t like it when people counted as I pushed so they let me do my own thing. I instantly got the “ring of fire”. I kept asking if the baby was almost out because it was burning so much. I just wanted the baby to get out so the pain would stop. I said during my pregnancy that I wanted a baby with brown curly hair. Anna said I got my wish. She could see that the baby had dark hair.
Because of the scar tissue from my last two births, the skin wouldn’t stretch to let the baby out so my OB did an episiotomy. After that he said to give one strong push and the baby’s head was out.
The cord was wrapped so tightly around the baby’s neck that my doctor was afraid it might tear so he quickly cut the cord. Then I gave another push and watched the baby slip out of my body. The baby was facing me as the OB lifted him up and I saw his boy parts. I said, “It’s a boy!” The doctor turned him around and said, “You do have a male child!”
The doctor handed the baby to the nurse and I laid back and closed my eyes. I realized after a bit and asked, “Why isn’t he crying?” I looked over and saw that Jody was crying and wiping his eyes while Anna tried to comfort him. My doctor left me to go see what was going on. I was too out of it to realize at the time, but the baby wasn’t breathing. The nurses started to panic so my doctor jumped up to help resuscitate him. Apparently, his heart rate never dropped but they couldn’t get him to take a breath. They had to give him a shot of something to reverse the affects of the medicine I had been given. After a few tense minutes, the baby finally let out a little whimper. His apgars were 4, 8 and 9.
The nurse asked what the baby’s name was. We had discussed it on the way to the hospital and we couldn’t decide between the names Thatcher, Sawyer and Thomas for a boy or Madeline and Sophia for a girl. We said we would wait to see the baby after it was born and then choose which name fit it best. Jody told the nurse the baby’s name was Sawyer. I said “Really?!” because I really like that name. I later asked why he said that name and Jody said because he thought it was the one I liked.
Everyone made phone calls to let family and friends know the baby was here. Jody called his parents, who now had the kids, to tell them the news. Olivia answered the phone and when Jody told her it was a boy, she cried. She really wanted a little sister.
The nurse said they needed to take Sawyer to the nursery to make sure his oxygen stats were good. My doctor made sure they let me see him before they took him. We had Kayla go with to take pictures since they were going to weigh him too. Sawyer weighed 7 pounds 1 ounce and was 20 inches long
Meanwhile the doctor delivered the placenta, which I got a good look at this time, and stitched me up. They hooked my heplock up to an IV of pitocin for a few minutes to help with bleeding. The nurse massaged my uterus and commented about how low it was already. The doctor said I could probably wear my jeans home from the hospital. The whole thing was painful to say the least. I vowed then and there to never have any more children (of course the mommy hormones kicked in a few days later and that is already debatable).
They got me and the room cleaned up and let me rest. Jody left to go get the kids since it was getting late. Every time the nurse came in, she talked about what a great job I did. She said women with epidurals don’t do that good. I just kept thinking, “Was she here in the same room?” I didn’t feel like I had done such a fantastic job. I guess the drugs and the pain clouded my memory.
They finally brought Sawyer back to my room a little after 10. Kayla and Anna took turns holding him. I was too exhausted/drugged to care. All I wanted to do was sleep.
Kayla left and they moved me to a regular room. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, I came out of my fog and decided to have a good look at my baby. I unwrapped him from his blankets and looked at his skinny legs and tiny fingers and toes. He was just perfect.
I was so impressed with the hospital and staff. They allowed me to labor as I wished and respected my birth plan. They were great with the kids when they came to visit too. I had a wonderful experience; although, if I had to some it up in two words, they would be “It hurt”.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sleep
I ignored the 5 loads of laundry that need to be washed, the 2 loads of laundry that need to be folded, the dishes that need to be done, and the toys all over the floor. I went to bed at 6:30 last night and I actually got 3 hours of sleep in a row. It was bliss! When Sawyer was up from 1-5 this morning, I had the energy to deal with him. It's the little things that mean the most these days.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Good to go
I had my 4 week postpartum check-up today. Funny how the weirdest things make me sad. I have three pounds to lose and I will be at my prepregnancy weight. Everything is healed and back to the way they should be. I would say normal but I don't remember what that is anymore. I got a script for the minipill and suggestions for dealing with my hemorrhoids. I go back in a year for my annual pap. The nurse sent suckers home for the kids. I wish they could have gone with but they would have had way too many questions that I don't want to answer yet.
Christmas shopping was unproductive. Jody and I are too cheap to pay full price for toys that you can get at a yard sale for fifty cents. I did pick up some glass bottles and onesies for Sawyer. I am exhausted from lack of sleep, trying not to cry and being on the go. I vow to go to sleep as soon as Sawyer does tonight. I need to get some shut eye so I can feel a little more human.
Christmas shopping was unproductive. Jody and I are too cheap to pay full price for toys that you can get at a yard sale for fifty cents. I did pick up some glass bottles and onesies for Sawyer. I am exhausted from lack of sleep, trying not to cry and being on the go. I vow to go to sleep as soon as Sawyer does tonight. I need to get some shut eye so I can feel a little more human.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Chugging along
Day 2 was better than Day 1. Probably because MIL took the kids first thing in the morning and didn't bring them back until noon. I was able to do dishes and fold 4 loads of laundry. Sawyer would not sleep all day. When he did fall asleep, he would wake up the instant I laid him down. Judging by the size of my boobs this morning, I'm thinking growth spurt. He's currently racked out in his laundry basket bed so maybe it's over.
Tomorrow I have my 4 week postpartum checkup. I'm feeling great minus the pain in my butt. Literally. Dang hemorrhoids. Jody and I are leaving Olivia and Paxton with MIL and taking Sawyer. After my appointment we plan on doing a little Christmas shopping in NLR. It'll be nice to get out and spend some time together. Hopefully we can find some good deals.
Tomorrow I have my 4 week postpartum checkup. I'm feeling great minus the pain in my butt. Literally. Dang hemorrhoids. Jody and I are leaving Olivia and Paxton with MIL and taking Sawyer. After my appointment we plan on doing a little Christmas shopping in NLR. It'll be nice to get out and spend some time together. Hopefully we can find some good deals.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Day 1
Today was my first day alone with the kids since my sister and her little boy left. I only had two crying episodes. Sawyer wanted to be held all morning, Olivia and Paxton were into everything, and Olivia was so mouthy. I told Jody we have got to stop that behavior. We did manage to get lessons done. And I got a load of laundry washed and dried. It does get better, right?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Name and a Blessing
Today my dad blessed Paxton at church. It was beautiful. I was a hormonal, crying mess as usual. Will these emotions ever level out? After sacrament meeting everyone packed up and left for home. The house is so quiet now. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I couldn't ask for a better holiday.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Due Date
It's hard to believe that today is my due date and yet I've held my baby in my arms for three weeks. And it's hard to believe that three weeks have gone by already since Sawyer was born. My pregnancy weight is already gone. And gone are all the pregnancy aches and pains. I get a strange pang of sadness and emptiness when I touch my belly. It's weird how I could feel so miserable while I was pregnant, but feel so sad about not being pregnant now. All these hormones have done a number on me this time.
I love newborns. I love the way Sawyer curls up in my arms and drift off to sleep on my chest. I love the way his eyes flutter when he sleeps and the constant change of expressions on his face. This is what true love is.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Introducing...
Sawyer Lee
Born October 30, 2007 at 8:20 pm
7 lbs 1 oz
20 inches long
Birth story to follow when I have the time and the energy to write it all down. It was a long day, but totally worth it.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Reality Check
Today at church a 12 day old baby girl was blessed. As the proud grandpa held the sweet little girl up after the blessing, I was suddenly filled with a small amount of panic. It was the same way I felt the other night when Jody mentioned that pretty soon I will have three kids to fight with. In a few short days or weeks, I am going to be a mother of three - THREE kids! Whose idea was this?! Do I have the energy and patience to deal with three kids? I guess it's a little late now- lol.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Fundraiser #1 = Success!
My family had the first fundraiser for my sister Anna yesterday. They did a yardsale from donations collected in the community. The turn out was great, and they ended up making $550. I wish I could have been there to help out. We really appreciate everyone's love and support.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Happy Birthday, Paxton!
Happy 3rd Birthday, Paxton! I can't imagine my life without you. I hope you have a wonderful day full of lots of trains and Cars.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
A scare
I woke up at about 11:30 last night having really strong contractions. My ob said go in if I have 4 or more an hour for more than 2 hours. I was having more than 4 but they got weaker so I kept talking myself out of going to the hospital. I kept thinking I'll give it one more half hour. I would hate to wake everyone up in the middle of the night and make the hour drive to the hospital just to have the contractions stop on the way.
I let Jody know what was going on around 3 since we was planning on going to the market. By this time the contractions weren't nearly as bad, just enough to eake me up when I tried to fall asleep. Finally around 4 I was able to go to sleep. Jody went ahead and left for the market with the assurance that he could be home in 10 minutes if need be.
This morning I was still crampy and felt yucky. After consulting with my sisters, I decided I should probably go in to L&D just to be safe. I was a nervous wreck when we got there. When the nurse took my vitals, my pulse was 139! My cervix wasn't dialating, but I was having contractions and they continued to pick up in intensity while I was being monitored. They had me try pushing fluids, but that didn't work so I got a shot of terbutaline. It made me shake really bad and my heart race. The contractions instantly eased up so they monitored me for a while to make sure the contractions didn't return since I live so far from the hospital. They checked me again before I left and I had made no progress.
The nurse gave me a shot of demerol and phenergan right before I left the hospital so my body would relax and I would sleep. I made it to the van and I was gone. Jody practically had to carry me into the house when we got home because I was so out of it. I've spent the rest of the day sleeping. No more contractions though. I'm suppose to take it easy the rest of the weekend and I have my regular ob appt Monday.
I let Jody know what was going on around 3 since we was planning on going to the market. By this time the contractions weren't nearly as bad, just enough to eake me up when I tried to fall asleep. Finally around 4 I was able to go to sleep. Jody went ahead and left for the market with the assurance that he could be home in 10 minutes if need be.
This morning I was still crampy and felt yucky. After consulting with my sisters, I decided I should probably go in to L&D just to be safe. I was a nervous wreck when we got there. When the nurse took my vitals, my pulse was 139! My cervix wasn't dialating, but I was having contractions and they continued to pick up in intensity while I was being monitored. They had me try pushing fluids, but that didn't work so I got a shot of terbutaline. It made me shake really bad and my heart race. The contractions instantly eased up so they monitored me for a while to make sure the contractions didn't return since I live so far from the hospital. They checked me again before I left and I had made no progress.
The nurse gave me a shot of demerol and phenergan right before I left the hospital so my body would relax and I would sleep. I made it to the van and I was gone. Jody practically had to carry me into the house when we got home because I was so out of it. I've spent the rest of the day sleeping. No more contractions though. I'm suppose to take it easy the rest of the weekend and I have my regular ob appt Monday.
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