Monday, March 10, 2014

Little man is here!

Today is my little guys birthday. I can't believe he is 1 already.   I have been wanting to tell his birth story for awhile now, so I guess now is a good time. After years of fertility treatments and finally a positive test. I was finally pregnant and loved every day of pregnancy.  From morning sickness  to peeing every 20 min. to trying to waddle around the house and wearing moomoos all day. the day was finally here to have my little miracle.

Saturday March 9th I was a week away from my due date.  I was huge and miserable I couldn't get comfortable and I was ready to have the baby.   I had been having bad back pain all day which I just thought was from my bulged disk and pregnancy. so I took it easy trying to rest and lay on the couch for most of the day. My dad had come over to check on me and the kids around 2pm. He took them to get ice cream and when they came back I went and laid down.  I got up and asked the kids what they wanted for dinner. they both asked for tuna sandwiches and they even volunteered to make them. I readily agreed.  I told the kids I wasn't feeling good after dinner and went back and laid down.
Around 5pm I felt a gush. I wasn't sure what it was since it was a small gush. I thought maybe I peed myself. So for the next hour I kept leaking. I called the hospital told them what was happening and they said they couldn't possible tell me for sure if it was my water or my just leaking.   I was texting and calling Eric trying to figure out what to do. after an hour of this I finally decide to call the Eric and make him come home so we could go to the hospital.

We told the kids on our way to the hospital we weren't sure if my water broke or if it was a false alarm, just to prepare them. by this time it was around 7 pm .  The nurses put us in a room, had me change into a lovely hospital gown! Then I was to be tested to see if it was amniotic fluid that was coming out or something else.  The test was positive.  My water broke and was slowly leaking. I was staying in the hospital!  I called my mom and asked her what she was doing. she told me she had just gotten out of the shower. I told her I wouldn't be able to come to her birthday party the next day and to get some clothes on cause I was having a baby!   Called all my sisters and told them what was happening.  it was real. I was having my baby. Eric was calling his side of the family, tears of joy and happiness was happening all around.

The nurses took all my vitals and found I had very high blood pressure.  They talked to the on call Dr and decided to start an epidural, added magnesium to help with the blood pressure and added pitocin to counter act the magnesium. (the magnesium slows down labor). Then it was waiting time. I was having contractions but not feeling them  so I had no idea they were happening.   2 hours after the epidural was in. it started to wear off. Then I started feeling the contractions. holy crap!!!  They were painful.  I was glad for the experience of feeling the contractions. I wasn't sure if I would have the chance to feel them again, as this baby was a true miracle!

 I had to have a second epidural.  After 5 pokes the 2nd one was in and no more pain. Just a waiting game. We waited all night. meaning me, Eric, and my parents.  The kids had gone with my sister for the night. time was going by very slowly. I watched TV most of the night. tried to sleep but really couldn't    I was somewhat hungry and all I could eat was ice chips.   yum!  I wanted fruit, which was my craving the whole pregnancy.  I progressed to a 5.  and by mid morning I was at a 7.  I had puked several times because of the magnesium.  felt bad that my parents had to watch me do it, it was nasty stuff.  By 4pm on March 10th I hadn't gone passed a 7. the Dr came in and said we could continue to wait or do a C-section.

I was very scared. My normal Dr had not talked to me about what might happen if I didn't progress. come to think of it he didn't talk to me about anything.  I was confused, freaked out, worried, stressed, and most of all wondering what was going to happen.  After a few hours of praying an talking we decide the best thing would be to have a C-section. Once we told the Dr what we decided, it was on.  The anesthesiologist came and and gave me some really good drugs that kinda doped me up.  I felt like I was under water. Everyone left and had my moms birthday party. and were waiting for the phone call and pics that little man was here.

It was time! I was wheeled into the operating room. it was freezing.  I was in a bit of a fog but knew the nurses were transferring my half naked body to the operating table.   I was very aware I was naked from the chest down as I was being prepped.  The anesthesiologist covered my arms and head with warm blankets, to warm me up. I was OK until the curtain of doom come over my head. The curtain to shield me, Eric and everyone else on the opposite side of the table.  I was claustrophobic. I took the blankets of my head and held the curtain away from my face. I was trying not to suffocate. Finally Eric was there.  Thank heaven I wasn't doing this alone.  I heard the Dr ask if I felt him pinching my belly. Nope!  felt nothing. Time to cut me open.

I don't know how long it took them to get my little guy out, but it seemed like forever.  Finally at 7:04 pm   I hear the Dr say here he is. I heard his sweet little cry. It was precious. My miracle baby was finally here. I would be able to hold him and not just imagine it happening. Eric went to be with him as I was stitched back up. He weighed 6 pounds 5 ounces and was 18 inches long.   He was perfect, precious and mine!!   Eric  went to the nursery to watch him get cleaned up.

After I was stitched up and transferred to my original bed I was wheeled into a recovery room. I was still so medicated that I could barely keep my eyes open. I just wanted sleep. I was in a fog of medication. My family came back I was barely aware of them. Then the nurse and Eric brought him in! My precious little baby.  Everyone looked at him and cried.  He was really here.  The nurse brought him over for me to feed him. somehow he latched on and tasted his first drop of nutrients out of the womb. I was in heaven!!  he nursed for about 20 min.  Then everyone  came to say their goodbyes and let me get some rest.

I was then moved to my permanent recovery room, where I spent the next 4 days trying to get in and out of bed and trying to take a shower.  walking to the nursery to visit my jaundiced little guy. and hoping and begging to go home.

I was sooo happy to go home, but was scared that my little guy was now my responsibility.  A whole year has gone by and he is still my perfect, precious little guy. He is crawling everywhere, walking along everything and climbing upstairs.  ooh vey!  He is my responsibility for the rest of his life. what a beautiful amazing experience!!

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Mini Peach Cobbler Recipe:

Preheat oven to 350˚F.


1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
a dash of salt
3/4 cup milk
1 stick of melted butter
brown sugar
1 can diced peaches


Put 1 tsp of melted butter into each regular size muffin tin.

Combine the first 5 ingredients by hand… sugar, flour, baking powder, salt and milk.

Put 2 tbsp of batter into each regular size muffin tin… on top of the melted butter.

Then put 1 tbsp diced peaches on top of the batter.

Sprinkle with brown sugar and then cinnamon.

Bake the regular size muffin tins for 12 minutes.

Let them cool almost completely before taking out of pan.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

5th anniversary!

Today is my 5th wedding anniversary!   I can't believe it's been 5 years since I said I do.  It has been a hell of a roller coaster ride.  from almost the beginning of us being married we had changes, moves, health issues, life changes and just blahness.

On the Honeymoon we had a minor accident and flipped the car on it's side. didn't get hurt!
3 months into marriage we put his house up for sale,
6 months, we sold the house and moved into a rental house
11 months, we bought a house and moved in, the week of Christmas.
1st anniversary we got stuck in a blizzard on our way back from dinner and took a 3 hr drive, going 15 mph to our fav B&B
1 yr and half, E torn his Achilles.
1 yr and 9 months I got hurt at work
2nd anniversary stayed home....I think?
2 yr and 3 months had to leave my job due to my injuries from work.
2 yr and 10 months was Diagnosed with RSD/CRPS due to my work injury
3rd anniversary was under surveillance at our fav B&B( unknowingly, due to workers comp )
3rd  yr fought workers comp, and settled. ugh
3rd yr and 6 months got pregnant.
4th anniversary went to a new B&B, since our favorite one was tainted by 2 private investigators
4th yr and 3 months had a gorgeous baby boy
4th yr watched my little one grow and blossom into a cute little guy with so much personality.
5th Anniversary Stayed home.

who know whats going to happen in the next year.  hopefully it's good things and not bad.
E and I say we have been through so much during our marriage then most people due in 20 yrs of marriage.  it's definitely been a struggle for both of us, but we persevere through it all.

here's to many more crazed, happy, insane years to come!


Wednesday, January 8, 2014


It's the new year and everyone makes their resolutions. weight loss, getting projects done, blah blah blah.  I'm not going to make resolutions, I'm just going to try harder to blog more.  ya ya I know i haven't done a good job so far, but I'm going to TRY harder.  

 I just need to get into a routine and stick with it. The baby has started getting into a routine so maybe that will help.  some days i just don't feel like blogging and others my head is screaming to, but just don't have the opportunity to get to do it.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Shopping for a little one

It's my Sons first Christmas.  I can't believe how fast time has flown by.  it's been crazy.  it seems like just yesterday i was pregnant with him, felling him kick and move around in my belly. now he's crawling around getting his cute little hands on anything and everything he can.

I actually don't know what to get for him.  clothes for sure, because he is growing so fast,  he is in 12 month clothes.  toys?  I am just not sure. I thought about getting him some books sense he LOVES looking at them.  maybe a few stuffed animals to go along with his jungle themed room.  

As I walked through the stores to find him something, I realized that there aren't much toys for a 9 month old.  most are for a baby who is starting to walk.  My little one isn't there yet. I thought of interactive toys, but he doesn't quite understand them.  so maybe I will just get him anything that crinkles, since he loves things that crinkle.

ugh I just don't know..I guess I'll just go walk around a store till something jumps out, screams or gets in my cart.  


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Turkey recipe

Prep Time: 30 Minutes
Cook Time: 4 Hours
Ready In: 17 Hours
Servings: 24
1 (18 pound) whole turkey, neck and
giblets removed
2 cups kosher salt
1/2 cup butter, melted
2 large onions, peeled and chopped
4 carrots, peeled and chopped
4 stalks celery, chopped
2 sprigs fresh thyme
1 bay leaf
1 cup dry white wine
1.Rub the turkey inside and out with the kosher salt. Place the bird in a large stock pot, and cover with cold water. Place in the refrigerator, and allow the turkey to soak in the salt and water mixture 12 hours, or overnight.
2.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Thoroughly rinse the turkey, and discard the brine mixture.
3.Brush the turkey with 1/2 the melted butter. Place breast side down on a roasting rack in a shallow roasting pan. Stuff the turkey cavity with 1 onion, 1/2 the carrots, 1/2 the celery, 1 sprig of thyme, and the bay leaf. Scatter the remaining vegetables and thyme around the bottom of the roasting pan, and cover with the white wine.
4.Roast uncovered 3 1/2 to 4 hours in the preheated oven, until the internal temperature of the thigh reaches 180 degrees F (85 degrees C). Carefully turn the turkey breast side up about 2/3 through the roasting time, and brush with the remaining butter. Allow the bird to stand about 30 minutes before carving.
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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Facebook and negativity

So I have been having a rough time with my disability lately,  I vented a bit on facebook and a neighbor who is also a friend on facebook, texted me asking me if I was ok. I'll cal her Penelope.  I texted back about my frustrations and what nots  about what was going on in my life, we texted back and forth for a bit and then she stopped texting.  About an hour later I receive a message from her saying i am a horrible negative person and all i do is complain about myself being in pain, complain about the snobby neighbors and should think of others.

I was astounded. I thought i was talking to a friend. someone who I was ok to vent to. but i was wrong.  This person who I call Penelope is the same one I talked about in September .    This is the message I received from her.

I'm sure you're not going to like this. I have wanted to say it for a long time, but didn't know how or when would be best. But I think you need to hear it. You are extremely negative. You blame everyone like they owe you something. You put posts on fb like this ward is the worst ward on the planet. (I've never said anything about the ward on facebook, maybe a few posts about snobby neighbors who don't wave to you or say Hi as you are walking your baby around the small block)

It would have been awesome to see some posts that said holy cow! people from my neighborhood that I don't even know came and did yard work with us for a few hours of their Saturday!
A year later, even more than that came and did the same thing when we weren't even home
( I did, but Penelope wasn't my FB friend at that time, this was also 2 years ago)

A lady I never even met helped Penelope give me a baby shower. People came to it that I didn't really even know and gave me nice things. One lady couldn't attend the shower, but she came by before it and gave Penelope a gift for me. As she did, she asked, who i was? ( I didn't know anyone else but the 2 people I knew were giving me the baby shower helped out. I didn't know someone dropped a gift for me and I also knew who most of the "ward" people that came)

When my friend saw my kids walking the dogs one day, she realized maybe we didn't know about the neighborhood fourth of July party that was happening that night, so she ran inside and got the flier and sent them home with it. That was so cool that our whole neighborhood gets together and has such a fun time socializing. (The person who was doing the 4th of July party only gave fliers to people she knew, not to EVERYONE in the neighborhood, i found that out a few weeks later. Yes, i posted a comment on Fb about it. BUT, it was a sarcastic comment. I thought it was very frustrating that my family got a flier about the "neighborhood" thing a few hrs before it started. Wouldn't you??)

One day out of the blue, a lady I never saw before came and brought me a treat because she just moved in and wanted to meet me, her new neighbor! ( Do I have to post everything on fb about my life. NO! Yes, a new family moved in and brought my family treats. yes, I was grateful. The mom of the family and I became really good friends. so I have to post about it? ugh )

It would help if you could recognize how you are being. Like the ward newsletters: I'm mad that no one gives me a newsletter....I'm not planning on going to anything, because I never put myself out there, but I want to be mad at people who didn't give me one. (I was not receiving the LDS ward newsletters, I merely mentioned that i don't get them when I was asked if I saw the relief society activity in the newsletter. I never said I was mad. It's also hard for me to go to things when i have to sit down for a long time.)

I know you will say that bc of your medical issues, that you can't participate. But there is a difference between having a medical problem and having an ungrateful negative attitude. I know you are in pain. I don't even understand how it would be to deal with that for soooo long. I'm just suggesting you not take it out on everyone.   ( because of my RSD I usually don't go to ward things, so sue me. I have never taken my medical issues out on anyone!  Yes, I vent and get frustrated about my life but I don't blame anyone but the dumbass who could have prevented it. )

I vent on my own Facebook page about me hurting or what not, but it's my own page. If you don't like what I post don't be a fb friend. I don't criticize others about what they post on their own FB page. if they want to post political, church, or random crap on facebook, who am I to judge. it makes no sense.

The funny part of this is that I messaged her back saying "I'm sorry i have made you feel like I am a negative person. the experiences I am going through are not always positive."     her response was.."I totally understand. Thanks for responding. Didn't think I would hear from you again. hang in there."
If you understand, then why the hell would you tell me I am a negative person? Apparently Penelope only got on fb when I posted something "negative"

I usually only post pictures of my baby, put random sarcastic posts or stupid things on there.  I sometimes put I am having a bad day or am frustrated but that's my business.

 I haven't heard from or talked to Penelope since this happened. I frankly don't care to, I have also unfriended her.  I don't need her negativity in my life.   If she was a real friend, she would be kind and supporting and help me through the bad days....That is what I do. Maybe that's not normal to be nice and friendly but who knows.