New(ish) Pictures. And no words.

Recent goings-on in numbered-list format

1. We went to Arizona for Thanksgiving this year to visit my mom's side of the family. We stayed with my grandparents and were able to spend time with all of my mom's brothers and families. Some highlights of the trip:

1.     Sunny weather with temperatures in the 70s. Although, it did feel just wrong to go see the Christmas lights at the Mesa temple while wearing flip flops and short sleeves.

2.     Delicious food.

3.     An actual date without the baby! We went to the movies and Brad and Cassie (and everyone else :) ) kept the baby and he did great! Apparently...I hope they weren't lying to me :) Anyways, they ROCK as babysitters. And as family.

4.     Cassie takes beautiful pictures, so we did a couple of photo-shoots. While Husband was out golfing the day after Thanksgiving, we did a baby-only shoot, but Mama ended up in a couple of pictures :), and the next day we did a family shoot with the help of Cara, who also ROCKS.

5.     Husband would definitely want me to include the above-mentioned golfing on the list of highlights.

6.     I got to DRIVE. And it was fantastic. Some of you might know that I very much enjoy driving. I find it incredibly relaxing. And Jeric did great except for a while on the way down. That wasn't so fun, but he was good for the rest of the trip. Husband sat in the back with him about half of the trip down and almost the whole way home, which seemed to help. Besides, it gave Husband more leg room. (We have a small car.)

7.     Laundry that I didn't have to pay for because I used my grandma's machines.

8.     I just feel like this list should have eight items because I like the number eight. For a really long and complicated and ridiculous explanation of why (and explanations of some of my other quirks), click here (it's number 3 on the list).

2. While rereading this list I realized I skipped #2, somehow, and I'd rather write this than think of something else to talk about or renumber everything. Plus, this keeps the big list at 8 items, as well.

3. Several of you probably saw this on my facebook status, but I realized the other day that it doesn't even matter if I go to school anymore, ever. I could totally blow off everything that's left and still graduate, my grades are high enough that it wouldn't matter. I won't do it, obviously (it's the perfectionist in me), but I was very happy. Speaking of school, I have a couple of papers to edit, a reflection paper to write, and two tests. This has got to be the least stressful end of a semester ever.

4. So that my sweet, wonderful, hard-working husband does not have to attend school full-time and work full-time like he has been doing (and it's been rough), I have recently started a new job, in addition to full-time mommy. Call me/us crazy, but we are optimistic that it will work out.

5. Sad but true story: This morning when I was almost ready for church, Jeric spit up in my hair. A LOT. So I had to take another shower and was consequently quite late for church. [Sidenote: Also, it snowed several inches during the night, so that made me even later.] And this evening, HE DID IT AGAIN. Oh, the joys :)

6. After church today we went to the singles' ward's Break the Fast (I don't feel like explaining it but basically it's like a pot luck or a buffet meal...). It was a chili cook-off. This is the second time they've had a chili cook-off during the time that we have been serving in the ward. This time it was MUCH MORE ENJOYABLE, seeing as how I'm not currently 10 weeks pregnant and sick like I was last time.

7. I made these cookies from Brittany's dessert blog today and they were delicious. I may have eaten entirely too many.

8. More updates soon!

A few pictures of the baby

My two cute boys sleeping.

Look at those chubby cheeks.

Sleeping at church, face-planted. Hilarious!

Apparently he thought it was comfortable?

Waking up from his nap.

Right after he rolled over (twice!) and then refused to do it again. (11/8/09...he still hasn't repeated the rolling.)

Big smile.

Sitting up like he's a big boy.

Helping Daddy with his homework. (Disclaimer: It is warm in the house. Husband thinks Jeric likes to be naked. I always re-dress him after changing his diaper, but Husband doesn't.)

Very intently staring at the computer screen.

Chewing/sucking on his entire fist. This is what he does when he is hungry.

Tummy time while Mommy was cleaning the old apartment.

I'm still here.

We're in the process of moving. We're mostly in moved in, and almost moved out. I'll post pictures when it's all done.

Stalling, Or, the One in which I finally tell you the birth story because my baby is almost 2 months old

**Edited: This is the really rosy, watered-down version of my son's birth. I have come to understand that much of the "trauma" (and I was traumatized, as was my sweet boy) was the direct result of policies and procedures and acts of the medical personnel associated with the birth. It took me quite a time to do my research and understand what happened. I believe I have processed it all and mostly healed from it, but there is still so much that makes me very, very angry. I believe we would have been better off if we'd been left alone from the start. I wish a birth class like Birth Boot Camp (or similar) was available at the time, and that I'd've known about it. I wish that I had been given more accurate information by my "care" providers and that I had known I could take more responsibility for my own baby's birth. Someday I will write out what happened through the lens of what I know now, but I am not there yet. I'm just not there yet.**

Fair warning: This is a really, really, really long post.

I admit it, I'm using this blog as an excuse to stall right now. I've been working on a paper for my humanities class for the last few hours and haven't really gotten anywhere, and I need a break. I'll write a bit here and then a paragraph there. Thankfully the baby has been asleep since about 8:30...it's about 12:30 as I start this, so four hours and counting! (I actually woke him up about 9 so we could go pick up Husband, and he went back to sleep in the car seat...he's still there because he's happy.) I need him to stay that way for a while longer, which he might. The other night he slept 6 hours straight. (Edited to add that he woke up about 2:00 to eat. I had one paragraph of the paper left and had just gotten to the point in the birth story where I was officially admitted to the hospital.)

No cute pictures today, sorry.

Jeric is already 8 weeks old. He'll officially be 2 months on Monday. I can't believe how quickly the time has gone. He had a doctor visit the other day. Apparently, my baby is a CHUNK!

Birth stats: 7 lb. 13 oz., 21 in.

2-week stats: 8 lb. 7 oz. (~50th percentile), 21.5 in. (~75th percentile), 36 cm head circumference (between 25th and 50th percentile)

2-month stats: 13 lb. 0 oz. (almost 90th percentile), 22.75 in. (just about 50th percentile), 39.5 cm head circumference (50th percentile)

Yeah, he really fattened up...more than four and a half pounds in 6 weeks! Husband refers to Jeric as "fatty" -- as in "Where's my fatty?" and "Come here, you fatty."

In other news, I started packing today. Kristina and Rachel from the singles' ward came over for a couple of hours to help. That way I didn't have to worry about packing AND about Jeric at the same time. They played with him while I packed and packed while I took care of him. We made a good start.

And here is the long-awaited (yeah, right) birth story. Hopefully I can remember details since I didn't do this sooner...If you don't want to hear all about my cervix, go ahead and skip the rest of this post :) It will probably be pretty long, since I tend to be rather wordy at times (my husband would say all the time).

I had an OB appointment on my due date, Tuesday 1 September. I'd been contracting for a couple of weeks, sometimes a bit painfully and regularly, but I knew it wasn't actual labor. I was feeling good and like I could go on being pregnant for a while longer (though of course I was anxious to meet the baby), which was a good thing because I was feeling like it would be at least the weekend before he was born. I still think that would have been true if not for the doctor...

So anyways, my appointment. I had been sitting at about 1 cm and 70% effaced since 38 weeks, even with all the contractions I had going on. My cervix still hadn't changed by my 40 week appointment. But the doctor (one I hadn't seen before) decided to take things into his own hands and stripped my membranes without telling me he was going to beforehand. As far as I knew he was just going to check me and be done with it but then I felt pain and he's all, "And now I'm stripping your membranes..." and I'm all, "Yeah, I noticed!" I must say that I wasn't too particularly pleased with him. Good thing I knew what that meant or I'd have been really freaked out. And, I'm pretty sure that's what made me go into labor, and I also blame him for the fact that my labor lasted about 25 hours. I don't think my body was quite ready, but I think I would have gone in the next couple of days. Ugh.

That afternoon I ran a bunch of errands (including purchasing a nursing bra...I cut it kind of close, I know!) and made dinner. A new movie arrived from Netflix that evening (Hercules...that movie rocks!) so Husband and I decided to watch it before bed. About halfway through the movie (about 10 pm) I noticed that the intermittent contractions I'd been having forever were getting regular. This wasn't unusual. Occasionally they'd get to where they were pretty steady and five minutes apart, but they never gained enough intensity or got close enough together for me to think I was going into labor. I thought that's what was happening this time (and I was kind of right, since "labor" means that the contractions are actually making the cervix dilate, and this wasn't exactly the case with me). I paid it no mind and enjoyed the movie.

Husband went to sleep right after the movie got over, but I wasn't tired enough to sleep right then. I tried for a while and then decided to get up and do something for a bit before trying again. Normally when I changed activities, the contractions would stop being so regular. This time they didn't. I went back to bed around 1 and tried to sleep but couldn't, so I thought I'd try timing my contractions. They were about 3-4 minutes apart and lasting about a minute each. I also thought they were getting worse.

By this time it was about 2:30. I decided to get up and take a shower just in case we ended up going to the hospital, because then who knew when my next shower would be. Besides, the contractions had gotten to the point where I couldn't have slept through them even if I had managed to fall asleep. I also did a few dishes and straightened up the house a bit before going back to bed around 3:30. I time the contractions again and they were still about 3 mintues apart but more intense than they had been. I woke Husband up to tell him that I might need to go to the hospital in a few hours. I asked him how he felt about the possibility of missing work that day (he was thrilled).

I became too uncomfortable to lie down, so I went and sat in my glider with a book and tried to ignore the contractions. It worked, kind of. For a while. Husband came in about 4:30 and sat with me. By then, the contractions were only about 2 minutes apart and lasting a minute or more, so I was only getting a few seconds of a break between them. At 5:30 we called one of our home teachers to come help Husband give me a priesthood blessing before we headed to the hospital. We arrived around 6 am and got all checked in.

When the nurse checked me, I was dilated to 1.5 cm. I was so disappointed, I thought surely I was further than that. (Pretty sure it's because the doctor stripped my membranes... It made the contractions intense but didn't do much dilation). The hospital's policy is that if you haven't changed in one hour you go home. Well, an hour came and went and OF COURSE I was still at 1.5 cm, though the contractions were still getting more and more intense.

So I got sent home. They gave me a shot of morphine and something else in my hip to help with the pain. They told me to go home and get some sleep (I hadn't slept since Monday night, and I'd gotten up Tuesday morning at 7 to take Husband to work). They said that the morphine would make it so that the pain was bearable and that if it got worse or the contractions got more intense to come back because that would mean I was in active labor.

We got home about 8 and Husband napped, but I just kind of dozed. It wasn't any sort of restful sleep at all because the contractions were too intense to sleep through. I woke up with every single one. The morphine took the edge off the pain for a while, but that didn't last loong. By about 11, I was ready to go back to the hospital.

And guess what? When we got there, at about 11:30, I was STILL ONLY DILATED TO A 1.5. I felt like cursing, which is something I never do. Ever. And don't worry, I resisted. I was just so exhausted from lack of sleep and I was getting nowhere. They told me they'd keep me for another hour and send me home again if I still hadn't changed. I cried. Because, suprise, after an hour I was still where I'd always been. Talk about discouraging.

But, the doctor that was on-call that day became my new best friend. He said that I could stay and to give me some pitocin to help jumpstart dilation. Seriously, he is my hero. I was only on the pitocin for a couple of hours, and that was enough.

At this point (about 1:00) I also asked for the epidural. I feel extremely pathetic for getting it at only 1.5 cm. But, I had been awake for almost 30 horus, more or less, and had been contracting pretty intensely for about 14 or 15 hours and was getting NOWHERE. And if it was going to keep taking forever, by the time I got to a 10 I would be too exhausted to breathe, let alone push, and they might have to do a c-section. So, epidural it was. I need to sleep.

Within an hour I was at 3 cm, and the doctor decided it would be best to break my water and do internal monitoring, because baby's heart rate was dropping with each contraction and they wanted to be able to watch that more closely. At times it would drop to 60 or so, but he always recovered really well and they never told me that they might have to do a c-section. I was able to sleep for most of the afternoon between cervix check and a couple of procedures they did to help baby with his heart rate because it looked like the cord was being compressed during contractions. (At one point they pumped some fluid back up into my uterus to help cushion the cord.) So the details are a little fuzzy.

Around dinnertime (maybe 6 or 7-ish) they checked my cervix and I was dilated to a 7. An hour later, I was almost (but not quite) at a 10. Hurrah!

But, since the doctor that was now on call (my friend from earlier had gone home) was at the other hospital in a neighboring town with several women who were about to deliver, they told me we wouldn't start pushing for a while and just let the contractions keep moving the baby down on their own. That was ok, I wanted to sleep some more. I could tell that I was complete because I wanted to push, but because of the epidural I didn't have to. This was also good because baby's heart rate was still dropping significantly with every contraction.

I was lucky enough that the epidural didn't completely remove all feeling from the lower half of my body. I could tell what was going on, though I didn't have pain and couldn't actually move on my own. This was all nice when it came time to push.

I didn't start pushing until about 9:30. And even then, because baby's heart rate kept dropping with every push, I didn't push on every contraction, only every second or third contraction. It ended up being a good thing I had gotten the epidural, because I didn't have to push every contraction and was able to give baby more time to recover his heart rate. And, if it turned out that they needed to do an emergency c-section, the anesthesia wouldn't have been an issue.

They ended up getting the first doctor (my friend) to come back for me and someone else because the other doctor was still at the other hospital.

Jeric was born at 11:05:59 pm on September 2. The cord was around his neck, between his legs, and around his body. No wonder it was getting compressed during labor and delivery! At first he was pale and haveing a bit of trouble breathing, so they took him to the NICU for a couple of hours and put him on the CPAP for his breathing. Husband went with him while I was getting fixed up. I got to hold Jeric for just a moment before they took him, and we dropped by the NICU on the way to my recovery room and I got to hold him again, but Husband didn't get to hold him until they brought him to my room when he was almost 4 hours old.

Originally, they told us that he weighed 6 lb. 13 oz. and was 21 inches long. The length was right, but he looked to me like he weighed more than that, and I was really surprised because we were expecting a much bigger baby! I was 8'5 and Husband was 9'9, and both of us had siblings who were big babies. I thought our baby would be around 8 lb. Turns out I was pretty close. The next day at his check-up in the nursery, he weighed 7'13 with just a diaper. Later they weighed him naked and he was 7'10.4, so they decided that he was actually 7'13 at birth and someone just read the scale wrong. I'm guessing that they were too concerned with his breathing and coloring to pay much attention to his weight, and I think I'm ok with that. :)

We didn't have his named picked out completely before he was born. We had a list of names that we liked, all of which were fairly traditional, and most of them were biblical. We also knew we wanted to go with a family name for his middle name. In the end, we picked the name that felt right.

So, there you have it. It's really long, I know...sorry. Any questions? I'm afraid it's disjointed and that I left stuff out or was confusing.

It's pretty late and my paper is finally done. I should get some sleep. Thankfully I can sleep in tomorrow -- my class isn't until 2 in the afternoon and Jeric takes a morning nap.

PS -- This post is over four pages long is Word. Whew.

We're moving

In a couple of weeks, we are moving.

I'm not going to tell you the name of the city we're moving to for security purposes, but it's several miles south of where we live now. (If you're curious/want to know more, leave a comment with your email address.)

We can get into our new place on November 1 (it's a Sunday so we probably won't do more that day than drop off a couple of boxes and measure so I can decide how to arrange the furniture) and we don't have to be completely moved out of our current place until November 14, so we'll have a couple of weeks to move everything, clean here, and unpack at the new place. That will be nice, especially since it's a mid-semester move.

And, luckily, it's right off the freeway, so driving times aren't that different for Husband to get to work or school. I'll be driving significantly further to get to my school, but that will only be for a month or so before I graduate, so no big deal.

We're really excited! It's a big step up from where we live now. It's a 3-bedroom duplex.

Things that make me really happy:
1. Dishwasher (hurrah!)
2. Washer/dryer hookups (so we're saving up for those)
3. An actual dining room
4. More counter space and cupboards (unfortunately no pantry, so we'll have to adjust there)
5. Not on the 3rd floor
6. Trashcan and mailbox outside the door (no more hauling the trash to a far-away dumpster or walking far away to get the mail)
7. Two parking spaces that are ours
8. One bedroom for us, one for Jeric, and the other will be the office/guest room (currently, it's one for us and Jeric, one for the office/guest room/most baby stuff)
9. The landlords are awesome, then they have a little baby boy too! He's 3 or 4 weeks younger than Jeric. We are very fortunate.

There's probably more, but that's a good list for now :)

Jeric and his mama

Catch-up Post #6



A few pictures of me and my sweet baby.

Chillin' and so relaxed.

We lay here a lot while Daddy is working on his homework on the computer.

Watching a movie, I think. Apparently Jeric isn't a big fan of Jane Austen.

Big boy sitting up (kind of :) )

He was so tired, he kept waking up and falling back asleep.

Hiding his face, trying to go back to sleep.

I was reading, and he fell asleep :)

Jeric and his daddy

Catch-up Post #5



A few assorted pictures of Jeric and Husband. I think they look so cute together.

A few days after coming home. Jeric was so little!

He was asleep.

Husband has no memory whatsoever of this picture.

Playing.

This freaks me out a bit.

I think Husband was probably teaching Jeric about football.

I just think the baby's face is hilarious here.

What Jeric did during General Conference

Catch-up Post #4



I realize I'm pushing my luck, but this is a short one so I think he might let me finish it... He's been making noises for a while but is somehow miraculously still sleeping.

Sitting on Daddy's lap while Daddy watches Conference.

Daddy is such a nerd.

Sitting with Mama. Look at that fat little face!

Trying to get some sleep.

Jeric's baby blessing

Catch-up Post #3



The baby hasn't quite woken up yet, so here is the baby blessing post, as promised. This could very well be the last post for a few days, but I have 4 or 5 more planned out.

Jeric was blessed on 18 September 2009 at the age of 16 days.

With Grandpa just after the blessing.

Cute little outfit. (Husband says it's sissy, but he doesn't get to complain because he didn't come shopping to help pick it out :) He told me to get what I wanted. And I thought this outfit was cute.)

Those who participated in the blessing. My cousin Nathan, my dad, Husband and Jeric, Husband's dad, and my Uncle Bob.

The three of us. I wore that dress to the temple on the day we got married. :)

With Papa.

With Grandpa and Uncle Robert.

Our family with my great-grandma and my aunt and uncle and their 7 kids.

I like this one.

This beautiful white blanket was made for me when I was a baby by my dad's mom. My mom washed it and brought it out with her when she visited. It is too pretty to use regularly, but I thought Jeric's blessing would be a good occasion.

My other grandma also gave us a blanket and some burp cloths that she made. They are gorgeous and I use them a lot, but somehow I haven't managed to get a picture of Jeric wrapped up in the blanket. I'll be sure to do that soon!

Talking to Daddy.

Sleepy Jeric with Daddy after we got home.

See how cute?