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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Cameron's Birth Story Pt 2
Stalled
We get to the hospital in twenty five minutes. The one time I look at the speedometer Ben is going seventy five. :-) We check in and then head up to triage, where Jordan meets us. Things slow down now. A lot. This is why....we have a new nurse who is working her second shift at this hospital. As soon as she sees that Seth was born via c-section she immediately wants to go start getting things ready for a RCS. I tell her that I am refusing the c-section. She looks at the other nurse in triage and says "She can't do that can she? Don't we have to send her somewhere else? I mean, she isn't at a nine with a baby hanging out of her crotch....." The room goes silent. I look at Ben, freaking out, and then breathe a sigh of relief as the other nurse says that they can't make me have surgery, it is my right to refuse and they have to treat me, because they can't turn a laboring mother away. Yay! However right after this they decide to take my blood pressure and are concerned when it is one sixty over?? (I don't remember the bottom number). I get checked and I am at a five but could be stretched to a six, they decide to call me a six. I get hooked up to the monitor's I have to have these all of labor because I'm attempting a VBAC. It's annoying, but I'm willing to put up with them to get the birth I'm hoping for. I'm still having contractions but they have stretched out to between seven to eight minutes apart. I'm sure though that once we get to our room things will get started up again quickly. Or not. We get to the room around five, finish filling out the patient profile and watch time go by. It was seven or eight in the morning and shift change, we meet our new nurse who was amazing. She encourages us by saying right away that the hospital she worked at previously had done many VBAC's and she was going to support us as much as possible. We dim the lights, put on some music and grab some essential oils that the hospital provides. It helps a little, contractions are back to five minutes apart but still not very hard. My blood pressure is down now so I can get out of the bed and start moving. We get a birth ball. Jordan encourages us to go walk and try something different to start things going again. Walking does help, but not much.At some point Jordan leaves to get breakfast and coffee and sneak me in some protein drinks. I'm getting frustrated, Ben is getting bored. I discover it is possible to sleep between contractions. Around noon my doctor comes in to check on me and see how things are going. I'm now at seven. Only seven. So frustrated!! Contractions are strong enough now that I do have to breathe through them and start concentrating more, but still I tell Jordan nothing like what I was thinking labor was going to be like. I try the tub to see if that will help to speed things up. Not really. We walk some more. Ben says he feels like he is walking a dog, because he has to carry around the monitor for me. :-) Around two thirty Jordan leaves to go feed her daughter. My doctor comes in again at three and we decide to break my water.
Real Labor
Within a couple of minutes of breaking my water contractions start that are more what I have been thinking labor would be like. The first couple I don't want to move. These actually hurt. Jordan comes back after just a couple of these. I'm having a little back labor so we decide it is time to get in the shower. Ben holds the shower head to direct the water where I want it. I start to think an epidural is sounding really good, but as soon as my water broke they said I was at an eight, it is pretty much to late, and I feel okay once the contraction is done. The fetal heart monitor can't keep the baby's heart beat because of trying the hands and knees position. We have to get out. :-( The water felt so good. I labor on the toilet for a long time, I guess it was long anyways, for me time was measured by contractions and small breaks in between.
Later I was surprised to learn that between breaking my water and the actual birth was four hours, I didn't think it had been that long at all.
I start to vocalize during contractions, I need Ben's hands, squeezing them helps. Jordan reminds me to keep my voice low. I try standing up for one contraction, hurts to much. I try the birth stool. Hurts to much. I squat for a while with Ben behind me supporting me under my arms. I'm getting tired. At this point I have been up since eleven thirty-ish the night before with a few catnaps between contractions. I try laying on my side on the bed. I get checked again and I have a small lip left. Someone tries to hold it out of the way so I can push, but I tell her it hurts to much and to leave it. A few more contractions laying on the bed and I start to push spontaneously. It freaks me out the first couple of times because I wasn't expecting it. Once I realized that pushing felt better than not I started pushing through contractions. I end up pushing on my knees next to the bed. Ben sat on the bed and I would squeeze his hands as hard as possible (he ended up taking his ring off, because it was hurting :-) he said I could have beat him arm wrestling.) and pull while pushing at the same time. A few times he thought he might fall over on top of me. :-) I thought I was screaming like a crazy woman, but Jordan said to tell you I was roaring. I was told to get mad at the pain, that helped a lot. I was mad. This baby was taking way to long to come out. He was hurting me. I was told to stop pushing for a minute, but I couldn't, he was coming out and he was coming now. And there the was relief. And a baby. Our baby. I did it. It was possible. It was a little after seven PM on March 15, Cameron's EDD if you went by my LMP. We had been at the hospital for almost seventeen hours. Cameron was eight pounds, seven and a half ounces, twenty inches long.
Afterwards
I am fuzzy about all of this, because I ended up passing out. I remember getting on the bed and holding Cameron for a minute, then while waiting for the placenta I start to feel very sleepy. I'm so tired and going to sleep is so easy. I had hemorrhaged and ended up losing an amount of blood comparable to a c-section, which is two to three times the amount of a vaginal birth. My hemoglobin level went down to six point six. I had three second degree tears.
Breastfeeding is going well. Cameron eats every two to three hours. When we left the hospital he was down to seven pounds nine ounces, as of today he is back to eight pounds five ounces.
Ben has been home all week and is taking good care of me. I pretty much have to beg him to let me off the couch for more than the bathroom, shower or food. :-)
A VBAC is an incredible experience. Bonding with Cameron has been so much easier than with Seth. It hurt, yes. I felt like a crazy woman, yes. I tore and hemorrhaged, yes. But it was a beautiful, healing experience and one I will never regret.
We get to the hospital in twenty five minutes. The one time I look at the speedometer Ben is going seventy five. :-) We check in and then head up to triage, where Jordan meets us. Things slow down now. A lot. This is why....we have a new nurse who is working her second shift at this hospital. As soon as she sees that Seth was born via c-section she immediately wants to go start getting things ready for a RCS. I tell her that I am refusing the c-section. She looks at the other nurse in triage and says "She can't do that can she? Don't we have to send her somewhere else? I mean, she isn't at a nine with a baby hanging out of her crotch....." The room goes silent. I look at Ben, freaking out, and then breathe a sigh of relief as the other nurse says that they can't make me have surgery, it is my right to refuse and they have to treat me, because they can't turn a laboring mother away. Yay! However right after this they decide to take my blood pressure and are concerned when it is one sixty over?? (I don't remember the bottom number). I get checked and I am at a five but could be stretched to a six, they decide to call me a six. I get hooked up to the monitor's I have to have these all of labor because I'm attempting a VBAC. It's annoying, but I'm willing to put up with them to get the birth I'm hoping for. I'm still having contractions but they have stretched out to between seven to eight minutes apart. I'm sure though that once we get to our room things will get started up again quickly. Or not. We get to the room around five, finish filling out the patient profile and watch time go by. It was seven or eight in the morning and shift change, we meet our new nurse who was amazing. She encourages us by saying right away that the hospital she worked at previously had done many VBAC's and she was going to support us as much as possible. We dim the lights, put on some music and grab some essential oils that the hospital provides. It helps a little, contractions are back to five minutes apart but still not very hard. My blood pressure is down now so I can get out of the bed and start moving. We get a birth ball. Jordan encourages us to go walk and try something different to start things going again. Walking does help, but not much.At some point Jordan leaves to get breakfast and coffee and sneak me in some protein drinks. I'm getting frustrated, Ben is getting bored. I discover it is possible to sleep between contractions. Around noon my doctor comes in to check on me and see how things are going. I'm now at seven. Only seven. So frustrated!! Contractions are strong enough now that I do have to breathe through them and start concentrating more, but still I tell Jordan nothing like what I was thinking labor was going to be like. I try the tub to see if that will help to speed things up. Not really. We walk some more. Ben says he feels like he is walking a dog, because he has to carry around the monitor for me. :-) Around two thirty Jordan leaves to go feed her daughter. My doctor comes in again at three and we decide to break my water.
Real Labor
Within a couple of minutes of breaking my water contractions start that are more what I have been thinking labor would be like. The first couple I don't want to move. These actually hurt. Jordan comes back after just a couple of these. I'm having a little back labor so we decide it is time to get in the shower. Ben holds the shower head to direct the water where I want it. I start to think an epidural is sounding really good, but as soon as my water broke they said I was at an eight, it is pretty much to late, and I feel okay once the contraction is done. The fetal heart monitor can't keep the baby's heart beat because of trying the hands and knees position. We have to get out. :-( The water felt so good. I labor on the toilet for a long time, I guess it was long anyways, for me time was measured by contractions and small breaks in between.
Later I was surprised to learn that between breaking my water and the actual birth was four hours, I didn't think it had been that long at all.
I start to vocalize during contractions, I need Ben's hands, squeezing them helps. Jordan reminds me to keep my voice low. I try standing up for one contraction, hurts to much. I try the birth stool. Hurts to much. I squat for a while with Ben behind me supporting me under my arms. I'm getting tired. At this point I have been up since eleven thirty-ish the night before with a few catnaps between contractions. I try laying on my side on the bed. I get checked again and I have a small lip left. Someone tries to hold it out of the way so I can push, but I tell her it hurts to much and to leave it. A few more contractions laying on the bed and I start to push spontaneously. It freaks me out the first couple of times because I wasn't expecting it. Once I realized that pushing felt better than not I started pushing through contractions. I end up pushing on my knees next to the bed. Ben sat on the bed and I would squeeze his hands as hard as possible (he ended up taking his ring off, because it was hurting :-) he said I could have beat him arm wrestling.) and pull while pushing at the same time. A few times he thought he might fall over on top of me. :-) I thought I was screaming like a crazy woman, but Jordan said to tell you I was roaring. I was told to get mad at the pain, that helped a lot. I was mad. This baby was taking way to long to come out. He was hurting me. I was told to stop pushing for a minute, but I couldn't, he was coming out and he was coming now. And there the was relief. And a baby. Our baby. I did it. It was possible. It was a little after seven PM on March 15, Cameron's EDD if you went by my LMP. We had been at the hospital for almost seventeen hours. Cameron was eight pounds, seven and a half ounces, twenty inches long.
Afterwards
I am fuzzy about all of this, because I ended up passing out. I remember getting on the bed and holding Cameron for a minute, then while waiting for the placenta I start to feel very sleepy. I'm so tired and going to sleep is so easy. I had hemorrhaged and ended up losing an amount of blood comparable to a c-section, which is two to three times the amount of a vaginal birth. My hemoglobin level went down to six point six. I had three second degree tears.
Breastfeeding is going well. Cameron eats every two to three hours. When we left the hospital he was down to seven pounds nine ounces, as of today he is back to eight pounds five ounces.
Ben has been home all week and is taking good care of me. I pretty much have to beg him to let me off the couch for more than the bathroom, shower or food. :-)
A VBAC is an incredible experience. Bonding with Cameron has been so much easier than with Seth. It hurt, yes. I felt like a crazy woman, yes. I tore and hemorrhaged, yes. But it was a beautiful, healing experience and one I will never regret.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Cameron's Birth Story Pt 1
The Beginning
The story of Cameron's birth actually begins two and a half years earlier at the birth of his big brother Seth.
Seth surprised us all when he decided to come three weeks before his estimated due date. My water broke on a date night while walking around Target with Ben. We waited a couple hours before heading into the hospital, at this point I wasn't feeling contractions, once we got there Seth decided to surprise us again by being in a breech position. After talking about our options with the on-call doctor we decided a c-section was the best option, because my water had already broken there wasn't enough to try a version with him. While in surgery we had another surprise and that was finding out that I had a uterine septum (a extra piece of tissue) that was dividing my uterus in two. This was the reason Seth was breech, he didn't have enough room to turn, and this was probably the reason that he was early, again not enough room.
At a follow up appointment with my doctor we decided to wait a while and then do ultrasounds to see how big the septum was and if anything would need to be done to correct this. That did in fact turn out to be that case and on March 14, 2012 I had surgery to remove the septum. Three months later Cameron was on his way. :-)
Pretty much as soon as Seth was born I was immediately reading anything I could find on VBAC's and hoping my doctor would be able to assist me in this. The local hospital where I had Seth was technically not allowed to "plan" VBAC's there, but they could not make me have surgery and they could not turn me away when I showed up in labor. Talking things over with my doctor I was very happy to learn that she totally supported me in my quest for a VBAC.
Pregnancy
Pregnancy with Cameron was very easy, I had enough energy to do a three hundred mile bike ride over Labor Day weekend, several runs and one triathlon. At my first doctor appointment my date was changed from LMP (which would put EDD at March fifteen) to one week later, March twenty first. I was fine with this as it would give me an extra week before we would have to talk about induction plans. If I did end up needing to be induced I would not be able to have my birth at the local hospital where I wanted it, because that would be planning, the thing that was not allowed.
I tried to stay active as much and as long as possible, to stay in shape for the natural birth that I was planning for. I also was trying to stay away from sugar after learning earlier in the spring that I have bad yeast problems. Staying away from sugar and dairy (I'm lactose intolerant) helped to reduce weight gain from forty five-ish pounds with Seth to thirty two with Cameron.
Labor Day
Thirty seven weeks came...and went.... thirty eight....... I had been expecting a baby any moment since thirty seven weeks because at thirty six weeks I was dilated to three. As the days went by I tried to stop expecting and focus on rest and spending time with Seth who had no idea how much his little life was about to change.
Thirty nine weeks. All day I had been having cramping but I just ignored it because a few weeks before this had happened and no baby showed up with it. I was just hoping that finally my body was getting ready for labor. That evening I went shopping with my SIL and MIL for wedding things. We started at Hobby Lobby, walked over to Kohl's to return some things and then headed over for Target. You didn't know Target would show up again did you?? :-) No water breaking episodes in the store but the cramps were getting stronger and I was feeling more pressure. I grabbed the newborn diapers that we were going to need and we headed home.
That night I didn't sleep long, probably forty five minutes before I realized that these were actually time able and I may as well get up and start timing because they were strong enough that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I decided to play around for a while first and didn't start timing until probably 1:30AM. I bounced/swayed on my ball and watched a movie, then read a book. Around 4:00 I decided it was time to get Ben up and head to the hospital, at this point I had started shaking and knew it could be a sign of transition. I did not want to have to go through the thirty minute car ride while trying to deal with transition. Contractions were still just annoying but had been coming regularly every five-ish minutes for two and a half hours.
On the way to the hospital I texted my doula and birth photographer Jordan to let her know that we were on our way. We decided that she would meet us there.
The story of Cameron's birth actually begins two and a half years earlier at the birth of his big brother Seth.
Seth surprised us all when he decided to come three weeks before his estimated due date. My water broke on a date night while walking around Target with Ben. We waited a couple hours before heading into the hospital, at this point I wasn't feeling contractions, once we got there Seth decided to surprise us again by being in a breech position. After talking about our options with the on-call doctor we decided a c-section was the best option, because my water had already broken there wasn't enough to try a version with him. While in surgery we had another surprise and that was finding out that I had a uterine septum (a extra piece of tissue) that was dividing my uterus in two. This was the reason Seth was breech, he didn't have enough room to turn, and this was probably the reason that he was early, again not enough room.
At a follow up appointment with my doctor we decided to wait a while and then do ultrasounds to see how big the septum was and if anything would need to be done to correct this. That did in fact turn out to be that case and on March 14, 2012 I had surgery to remove the septum. Three months later Cameron was on his way. :-)
Pretty much as soon as Seth was born I was immediately reading anything I could find on VBAC's and hoping my doctor would be able to assist me in this. The local hospital where I had Seth was technically not allowed to "plan" VBAC's there, but they could not make me have surgery and they could not turn me away when I showed up in labor. Talking things over with my doctor I was very happy to learn that she totally supported me in my quest for a VBAC.
Pregnancy
Pregnancy with Cameron was very easy, I had enough energy to do a three hundred mile bike ride over Labor Day weekend, several runs and one triathlon. At my first doctor appointment my date was changed from LMP (which would put EDD at March fifteen) to one week later, March twenty first. I was fine with this as it would give me an extra week before we would have to talk about induction plans. If I did end up needing to be induced I would not be able to have my birth at the local hospital where I wanted it, because that would be planning, the thing that was not allowed.
I tried to stay active as much and as long as possible, to stay in shape for the natural birth that I was planning for. I also was trying to stay away from sugar after learning earlier in the spring that I have bad yeast problems. Staying away from sugar and dairy (I'm lactose intolerant) helped to reduce weight gain from forty five-ish pounds with Seth to thirty two with Cameron.
Labor Day
Thirty seven weeks came...and went.... thirty eight....... I had been expecting a baby any moment since thirty seven weeks because at thirty six weeks I was dilated to three. As the days went by I tried to stop expecting and focus on rest and spending time with Seth who had no idea how much his little life was about to change.
Thirty nine weeks. All day I had been having cramping but I just ignored it because a few weeks before this had happened and no baby showed up with it. I was just hoping that finally my body was getting ready for labor. That evening I went shopping with my SIL and MIL for wedding things. We started at Hobby Lobby, walked over to Kohl's to return some things and then headed over for Target. You didn't know Target would show up again did you?? :-) No water breaking episodes in the store but the cramps were getting stronger and I was feeling more pressure. I grabbed the newborn diapers that we were going to need and we headed home.
That night I didn't sleep long, probably forty five minutes before I realized that these were actually time able and I may as well get up and start timing because they were strong enough that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I decided to play around for a while first and didn't start timing until probably 1:30AM. I bounced/swayed on my ball and watched a movie, then read a book. Around 4:00 I decided it was time to get Ben up and head to the hospital, at this point I had started shaking and knew it could be a sign of transition. I did not want to have to go through the thirty minute car ride while trying to deal with transition. Contractions were still just annoying but had been coming regularly every five-ish minutes for two and a half hours.
On the way to the hospital I texted my doula and birth photographer Jordan to let her know that we were on our way. We decided that she would meet us there.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
3 Things I've Learned as a Mother to a Toddler
Maybe I haven't really learned these but I've been reminded of them many times over the last few weeks.
1. God is a Personal God ~ I've always "known" this but my Seth-boy reminds me of this all the time. He is always running to me asking me to pray for owies and food (sometimes he likes to pray over the food several times in one meal, hopefully that is not a reflection on my cooking.), or to thank God for a good potty trip, books, toys and snow. A constant reminder that I need to come boldly before the throne of grace (Hebrews 4:16) for everything, not just the big things. Sometimes I get it into my head that God only wants to be bothered by the big things, I mean he has to listen to how many millions of prayers every day, does he really want to hear about potty trips and accidents? Seth-boy has reminded me that God wants to be included in every area of my life, not just the ones that I think are important enough to bother Him with, nothing is to small or to silly.
2. Find Joy in the Little Things ~ Finishing a puzzle, building a tower, putting boots on(all of which happen multiple times each day) these things fill my boy with excitement and joy. Just as Seth finds joy in these I need to find joy in my little things. Little things like washing the dishes- we have food to eat, plates to eat off of, hot water and soap to wash with, folding laundry- I have an amazing husband who provides and cares for his family and puts up with me and I am also blessed with a little boy who loves everyone he knows and goes through many pairs of underwear. Sometimes, in reality a lot of the time, I forget all that I have and start thinking about things I would like when I need to be looking at all the things I do have, things that God has blessed me with and start being thankful and finding joy.
3. Pooping on the potty is a very, very, VERY exciting achievement that is worthy of lots of hugs, many kisses, cheering and of course chocolate chips. ;-)
1. God is a Personal God ~ I've always "known" this but my Seth-boy reminds me of this all the time. He is always running to me asking me to pray for owies and food (sometimes he likes to pray over the food several times in one meal, hopefully that is not a reflection on my cooking.), or to thank God for a good potty trip, books, toys and snow. A constant reminder that I need to come boldly before the throne of grace (Hebrews 4:16) for everything, not just the big things. Sometimes I get it into my head that God only wants to be bothered by the big things, I mean he has to listen to how many millions of prayers every day, does he really want to hear about potty trips and accidents? Seth-boy has reminded me that God wants to be included in every area of my life, not just the ones that I think are important enough to bother Him with, nothing is to small or to silly.
2. Find Joy in the Little Things ~ Finishing a puzzle, building a tower, putting boots on(all of which happen multiple times each day) these things fill my boy with excitement and joy. Just as Seth finds joy in these I need to find joy in my little things. Little things like washing the dishes- we have food to eat, plates to eat off of, hot water and soap to wash with, folding laundry- I have an amazing husband who provides and cares for his family and puts up with me and I am also blessed with a little boy who loves everyone he knows and goes through many pairs of underwear. Sometimes, in reality a lot of the time, I forget all that I have and start thinking about things I would like when I need to be looking at all the things I do have, things that God has blessed me with and start being thankful and finding joy.3. Pooping on the potty is a very, very, VERY exciting achievement that is worthy of lots of hugs, many kisses, cheering and of course chocolate chips. ;-)
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
My Little "Big" Helper :-)
Seth is a very good carrot destroyer as well as being an expert whisk licker.
Showing Momma his helping chart. He has several different ways that he can earn stickers for his chart throughout the day, some include: helping put away laundry, most of it is unfolded by the time he is done but we are working on that, helping wash dishes, I've learned the least messy way is to strip Seth down to his diaper otherwise we need a whole new outfit, and brushing his teeth, 2 stickers are available for this, he now wants to brush his teeth all day...good oral health habits, right?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Striving for Steady Days
A few weeks ago I got this book in the mail. This isn't the first time that I have read it, but this time I wanted my very own copy.
I found out about this book through one of my favorite blogs. www.keeperofthehome.org at a time when I needed to read some books on time management/organization/mothering. Here are a couple of my favorite quotes from the author Jamie C. Martin.
"I am not a perfect mother. Often I struggle with impatience; sometimes I lack the enthusiasm I long for. I make many mistakes, just like my children. As they are maturing as children, I am maturing as a mother. In any career, experience allows us to grow, improve, and learn. But unlike many professions, many of us mothers have never had any training to prepare us for this new job filled with diapers, tantrums and sleepless nights. We need to equip ourselves with practical tools that allow us to give our best to our young children, helping us thrive is our strengths and overcome our weaknesses. We aim for professionalism in every other area of our lives; why should our children get anything less?"
Speaking of being a contagious mother: "I'm convinced that children also want to be around this positive type of influence. If we don't love what we do as mothers, our children notice quickly, Our attitudes, positive or negative, influence them in a matter of minutes. How can we convey our love for them? By choosing to enjoy the daily tasks we perform, embracing the moments that will never be back again. We can stop what we're doing when the need attention, letting them know how important they are..."
There are four parts to this book broken up into mostly single page chapters. Part one focuses on getting organized and that is the part that I have been focusing on these past few weeks. One of the first things that I wanted to do was to work out a schedule. My goal with this was to: "create a morning routine that will allow me to run or exercise and have the house clean, while also having playtime with Seth before lunch and piano lessons"
In the book Jamie gives two different ways of making a schedule: using specific times or using blocks of time. Our first schedule that we tried used specific times, we didn't make it through one day with that one. It felt to confined and I was getting upset when things werent' getting done in their allotted times
Our second schedule has worked rather well. I used blocks of time ranging from 20 minutes to 1 1/2 hours. This is what we have settled on so far. I'll give you our complete schedule next time.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Seth-boy turns 2!!
Monday was Seth's 2nd birthday!!! Last year I was so on top of things, invitations were sent out weeks ahead of time and all was well. This year I thought "Oh, Seth's birthday is in a few weeks," days pass, "Oh, Seth's birthday is next week," days pass, "OH MY GOODNESS!!! Seth's birthday is TOMORROW!!!!!!!"
So... this is what we did for Seth's birthday. Ate, ate and ate some more is what the pictures tell you. But I promise we did more then that...we took a nap too. :-) We made Seth's favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes with blueberry sauce that got everywhere. Even his armpits, how he got it up past his sleeve I have no idea.
This is how Seth smile now when asked. Silly boy. He got his favorite meal. "Nuggets and Ries." Healthy I know. But that is what the birthday boy asked for.
We ate his other favorite meal for dinner. Pizza. 
This is about as excited as he got about opening his present. We got him a VegiTales movie that Ben and I ended up watching while Seth played with blocks. :-)
Seth is going to think that birthdays last a whole week now because on Monday he went to Nana's and got a present, Tuesday he went to Grandma's and got presents from all the uncles and on Saturday we will be having family over for cake and ice cream where there will be more presents.
This is about as excited as he got about opening his present. We got him a VegiTales movie that Ben and I ended up watching while Seth played with blocks. :-)
Seth is going to think that birthdays last a whole week now because on Monday he went to Nana's and got a present, Tuesday he went to Grandma's and got presents from all the uncles and on Saturday we will be having family over for cake and ice cream where there will be more presents.
I guess I better start thinking about a cake now.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Muddy Memories
Last Saturday Ben and I completed our second Warrior Dash. The. BEST. Race. EVER! I was happy with myself, I took the camera and actually used it. :-)
This was the only picture I could get of the course and you really can't tell much from it. We ran about 1.5 miles before the obstacles started. There were 10 or 11 obstacles if I'm remembering correctly. Some water obstacles which were really, really hard and gave me really pretty bruises up and down both shins, lots of climbing obstacles, some with barbed wire and mud pit, fire lines to jump over and a "spider web."
You can't really see how dirty we are here, but there is mud/dirt everywhere. Ben had a white shirt on and when I was looking for him at the finish line (yes, he finished before me) I couldn't find him because his shirt was grey.
We celebrated with this huge turkey leg. :-)
Now I'm wondering why I can't find the enthusiasm to conquer my own small obstacles at home, namely the laundry basket full of clean laundry that needs to be folded and the towel full of clean dishes to put away and sink full of dirty dishes to wash. Maybe if I added a mud pit and barbed wire... :-)
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Randomness from the past two months. :-)
For the past two months we have not had internet because of the work that was going on for our addition. We just got our dish reinstalled a couple of weeks ago and I have finally decided to blog agian. :-) What has happened in the last two months?
Addition:
We now have two more rooms upstairs and a full basement underneath those two new rooms. We are currently waiting on the electric inspection so that we can get things moving again. Getting the homeowners electric permit was a fiasco that took over 2 weeks and 2 times of faxing our building permit up to the county building who lost it or didn't recieve it and never decided to call and let us know that. We just recieved the permit in the mail and will hopefully be getting the inspection done sometime this next week. I was going to put some pictures on here, but the camera is in the bedroom and Ben is taking a nap. The pictures are all on facebook though. :-)
ACD:
I am back to eating more "normal" now, although I still have to avoid lots of sugar otherwise I get an upset stomach, corn and any of its other forms ( I can eat it occasionally maybe twice a month, so I have to decide which craving I want more, usually nachos with "real" tortilla chips or popcorn with a ton of butter and salt, nachos win the most.), I do fine with some forms of diary, greek yogurt, some butter and mozerella cheese, and can't handle most of the others at all. After the DALMAC I will have to go back to being more strict on it for a few weeks, because to survive on these long bike rides of 70 miles I need Powerade and the second ingredient in Powerade is...Corn Syrup. :-(
Benefits of the diet: I've found out which foods aren't good for me, the rash on my hand is completely gone, the rash on my leg is very faint, it was almost gone, but I started drinking Powerade so I wouldn't die, AND my last two thyroid labs that I had drawn came back with all normal levels!! Including the antibody levels which have never, ever been normal since I started testing my levels. :-)
Family addition. :-)
Also in the last couple of months I've been working on an addition to our family. :-) Baby # 2 is going to join us in approximately 30 weeks. 27 if it decides to follow Seth's example. Nausea is pretty much gone now, although I do have bad days a couple of times a week. "Morning" sickness has been much different then with Seth, with Seth I pretty much knew that before 10 in the morning would be bad and that if I wasn't laying on the couch around 6:30-7:00 things could get bad. With this little one it has been more random, popping up whenever it wants to, never enough that I have thrown up but enough that I don't want to move and thinking about any kind of food or drink makes me stomach roll. However, the past couple weeks have been 70% good days and on the other 30% it isn't really that bad. :-)
Seth doesn't really know what's going on yet, although we do talk to him about the baby, I don't think he will really know until baby is actually here. Latest cute Seth moment: Seth went with me to my first ultrasound. After it was all done I was showing him the picture up on the screen and showing him baby. He looks at it for a minute and then looks and me, "Laying down?" "That's right, baby is laying down." "Sleeping?" "Yeah, it probably is sleeping." "Oh." :-)
Addition:
We now have two more rooms upstairs and a full basement underneath those two new rooms. We are currently waiting on the electric inspection so that we can get things moving again. Getting the homeowners electric permit was a fiasco that took over 2 weeks and 2 times of faxing our building permit up to the county building who lost it or didn't recieve it and never decided to call and let us know that. We just recieved the permit in the mail and will hopefully be getting the inspection done sometime this next week. I was going to put some pictures on here, but the camera is in the bedroom and Ben is taking a nap. The pictures are all on facebook though. :-)
ACD:
I am back to eating more "normal" now, although I still have to avoid lots of sugar otherwise I get an upset stomach, corn and any of its other forms ( I can eat it occasionally maybe twice a month, so I have to decide which craving I want more, usually nachos with "real" tortilla chips or popcorn with a ton of butter and salt, nachos win the most.), I do fine with some forms of diary, greek yogurt, some butter and mozerella cheese, and can't handle most of the others at all. After the DALMAC I will have to go back to being more strict on it for a few weeks, because to survive on these long bike rides of 70 miles I need Powerade and the second ingredient in Powerade is...Corn Syrup. :-(
Benefits of the diet: I've found out which foods aren't good for me, the rash on my hand is completely gone, the rash on my leg is very faint, it was almost gone, but I started drinking Powerade so I wouldn't die, AND my last two thyroid labs that I had drawn came back with all normal levels!! Including the antibody levels which have never, ever been normal since I started testing my levels. :-)
Family addition. :-)
Also in the last couple of months I've been working on an addition to our family. :-) Baby # 2 is going to join us in approximately 30 weeks. 27 if it decides to follow Seth's example. Nausea is pretty much gone now, although I do have bad days a couple of times a week. "Morning" sickness has been much different then with Seth, with Seth I pretty much knew that before 10 in the morning would be bad and that if I wasn't laying on the couch around 6:30-7:00 things could get bad. With this little one it has been more random, popping up whenever it wants to, never enough that I have thrown up but enough that I don't want to move and thinking about any kind of food or drink makes me stomach roll. However, the past couple weeks have been 70% good days and on the other 30% it isn't really that bad. :-)
Seth doesn't really know what's going on yet, although we do talk to him about the baby, I don't think he will really know until baby is actually here. Latest cute Seth moment: Seth went with me to my first ultrasound. After it was all done I was showing him the picture up on the screen and showing him baby. He looks at it for a minute and then looks and me, "Laying down?" "That's right, baby is laying down." "Sleeping?" "Yeah, it probably is sleeping." "Oh." :-)
Monday, June 11, 2012
This past Saturday it was hot....so to cool off we decided to take Seth to the park and to play in the river. It was so much fun!! He still isn't so sure about swinging with Daddy though with Momma or Nana he does great, I guess Ben must make it scary. :-P
So we went to look for fishies. Seth LOVES fish, something his uncles and daddy taught him very well. :-)
And had lots of fun in the water. Seth liked Ben to splash him. He kept asking for more, more. :-)
Afterwards we went and got the boys ice cream.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Learning to be Content
One of the things any one of my friends or family can tell you is that I LOVE babies!!! I think it only took two or three months after Seth was born for me to start thinking about the next baby, things I would change during pregnancy, how the next delivery was going to go, etc. And as I was doing my Bible study for CBS this week I realized I have wasted so much time thinking about this. How many months of Seth's life have I wasted looking forward to the next child and not just enjoying him? It makes me sad to think about it.
Yesterday I had my post-op visit with the doctor who did my hysteroscopy. We were talking about when I would be able to get pregnant again and he said that he would prefer that we wait at least 3 months after I finish the 30 day estrogen pill that I'm on. At first I was disappointed, now I'm really happy. I'm looking forward to these last few months that I have with Seth, with our little family of three. Just us in our little house.
Hopefully this summer I will learn the secret of being content. I should know this by now, but I have a thick head sometimes. :-P I want to be able to say this at the end of my life and mean it.
"I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what is is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:11b-13
So this summer one of my goals is to have as many special moments with Ben and Seth as I can and enjoy our time as a family of three. :-)
Yesterday I had my post-op visit with the doctor who did my hysteroscopy. We were talking about when I would be able to get pregnant again and he said that he would prefer that we wait at least 3 months after I finish the 30 day estrogen pill that I'm on. At first I was disappointed, now I'm really happy. I'm looking forward to these last few months that I have with Seth, with our little family of three. Just us in our little house.
Hopefully this summer I will learn the secret of being content. I should know this by now, but I have a thick head sometimes. :-P I want to be able to say this at the end of my life and mean it.
"I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what is is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:11b-13
So this summer one of my goals is to have as many special moments with Ben and Seth as I can and enjoy our time as a family of three. :-)
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