tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134863799072692682024-03-05T08:47:06.970-07:00Mr. and Mrs. PotatoheadWhitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-58087413934234477062013-08-27T15:37:00.000-06:002013-08-27T21:39:07.908-06:00Postpartum DepressionThere. I said it. <br />
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I get it. <br />
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There. I said that, too.<br />
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While I'm in it, I don't like to talk about it, I don't like to draw attention to myself or what I'm going through. After I'm better I can talk more freely. Like now. I'm better. For the most part. There's normal ups and down days in the life of parenting in the middle of nowhere when at times you don't leave the house or see a soul except your husband for days and days on end. Where sometimes you forget who you are and become a bit of a zombie and lose any motivation to do anything other than take care of your kids. Those days still happen. Those are normal, right?<br />
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But the intense sadness, feeling alone, empty, pressure on your chest, wanting to do nothing but curl into a ball in the corner and cry and disappear? Those days are all but gone. They used to happen. They used to happen almost every day, if not every day. <br />
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After I had Naomi I figured these things were caused by the long months of being cooped up inside (since I had her mid-October after being on bed rest for a few weeks before hand). Then having a preemie baby kept me in for a few months. By the time that was over winter was in full swing, it was January and why would I take my 3 month old outside, anyway? I thought that when your husband says something like, "Is the dishwasher clean?" Because he see's the massive amount piling up in the sink he assumes there is a clean load in there waiting to be unloaded. Isn't that why there is a pile-up outside of the washer? Probably not because I just haven't loaded after unloading, so there is an almost empty dishwasher waiting for all of those dirty dishes I haven't even bothered to rinse off because I can't stand to go in there. So, when he asks that question, I hear, "Why haven't you been doing the dishes? What do you do all day? You don't have a job, but I do. So why is the kitchen dirty?" And I cry and cry. He doesn't know what to do with a sobbing, hormonal woman sitting on the floor changing a diaper. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Naomi at 8 months old.</span></div>
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That first year after having Naomi was the hardest of our marriage. It was a cake walk before kids! And it wasn't the kids that made it hard. It was <i>me</i>. It was the PPD that came with the largest adjustment in our life together. <br />
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It wasn't until Naomi was 11 months old that Jaren came in one afternoon during lunch and we had another one of these episodes. The one where he asks an innocent question or makes an innocent remark and I take total offense because I'm feeling quite worthless anyway and I cry and cry. <br />
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We talked about how he feels like he is walking on egg shells every time he comes in the house. He doesn't know what will set me off. He's afraid to ask where I put the remote for fear I'll cry and talk about how I know I'm a terrible housewife for leaving it on the other couch when I know he sits on the big one. It's ridiculous, but it's real. <br />
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I knew I wasn't myself. I didn't know how to get myself back. I didn't know I could. It was when Jaren said, "Something is wrong. This is not you. You are not my Whitney and we need to get you some help." First reaction was that I didn't need to be on any medication. That I could deal with it just fine. Then I saw how tired Jaren looked and how he looked at me like I was a wounded animal. I knew I needed to get checked out for him. For Naomi. For me. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">First time Nae drank more than an ounce from a sippy. On her first birthday morning. Looks like I have a puff on my back....</span></div>
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We went in shortly after for Naomi's 12 month check up and that's when I first talked to my doctor about what was going on. Explaining how I felt, how I would be totally fine then feel like I was buried in a pit of despair the next moment when my baby started to cry. When he first mentioned those words. Postpartum Depression I immediately recoiled inside. Not me! Never me! I'm one of the happiest people I know! I'm an optimist! The glass is always half full! Or totally full most of the time. He started filling in the gaps that I left out with what it all entails; I had to admit he was right on target and he was describing me. <br />
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We decided to forgo medication at first and to try getting out more. Doing more for myself and acknowledging the problem. Working together; Jaren and I, to help me through it. <br />
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What is strange, is only a few weeks later I felt fine. Those moments were almost all but gone. I remember reading somewhere that PPD usually lasts about a year, then goes away. Well, it was almost text book for me. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">At dinner in Jackson Hole on my birthday 2 years ago.</span></div>
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When I was pregnant with Adalyn I was a little worried about it, but felt like I knew how to handle it knowing what it was. I was going to take it one day at a time. Then I had Adalyn unexpectedly early and went through that NICU experience I wrote about a few posts down. That wasn't the best start and I found myself so quickly back in the daily grind of tears and despair. The moments were just as bad, but they were fewer than with Nae. I chalk that up to knowing what was going on, having a baby during the warm, sunny months and having a bright, smiling 2 year old around. I immediately started exercising since I know that is one of the things that directly ties me to my moods. I'm a happier person when I am active, in shape and fit into my clothes. I had to take it easy for the first 5-6 months because I was trying to keep my milk up (I lose it really fast). <br />
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Around Adalyn's 3 or 4 month check up is when I talked to my doctor again about what I was going through. I stress a lot with my babies and their sleep and eating. Adalyn was not sleeping as well (or eating) as Naomi did. I would sit in Adalyn's room holding a pacifier in her mouth while she cried and tried to go back to sleep because she was supposed to sleep another hour! Noami did! So Adalyn should to! Aren't all babies the same? They're not? Yep, found that out the hard way. I would cry and cry and bite my finger while wanting to scream. I would lay on the floor while the swing was swinging and Adalyn was crying and cry and pray. I begged for her to fall back to sleep. Not to mention the pleading for her to eat when she started to refuse to eat, bawling onto her little face feeling helpless because she would cry and refuse. Then I'd bring out the bottle and she would eat happy as a clam! <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Adalyn was 4.5 months old here. This was one of my favorite moments with her. Right after she woke up, I would change her diaper and she would smile, coo and laugh at me. She'd pick her feet up and put them on my cheeks and laugh when I kissed them. It was something I needed after each nap because they were usually when I had my melt downs.</span></div>
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Talking to my doctor about this he said a few things to me. One, babies are different. Adalyn may not need as much sleep as Naomi did. Naomi, who slept for a total of 5.5 hours each day spread out through three naps until she was 8 months old. Then still slept 5 hours spread out through two naps until she was 16 months old! Adalyn only needed half of that. Or less. It took me a few months to figure that out. <br />
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Second thing he told me; the world does not revolve around me. What?! What's that supposed to mean? It means that I am not the only one who can take care of my babies. There are other people who can feed them a bottle, or put them to sleep, make their sandwiches, change their diapers, sing to them, give them kisses, get them dressed, give them a bath... ect. I felt like I was supposed to do it all. Because I made that baby in my womb and I have the title Mommy I am supposed to take care of everything! Aren't I? I chose to bring those babies into the world, so I should be the one taking care of them at the expense of me. That's how I felt. That's not the reality if you want a healthy Mama. <br />
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I want to be a healthy Mama.<br />
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I worked something out with Jaren and his Mom. I knew the number one thing I needed was to get out of the house. So I would run without the kids. I would plan something to do each week that got me into town or down to Idaho Falls. Even though I was by myself, at least I was out and about. That all helped. It didn't totally fix the problem, but it helped. <br />
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The third thing was once you leave your kids with that person, forget about them. What? Impossible. I can't. I leave and I rush to where I'm going to rush through what I'm there to do to rush back home to get them so they aren't a bother to who is taking care of them. Even when that person is their ever-loving Nie Nie. Or their Father. Again with the whole, they came out of me so I have to raise them all by myself, thing. I had to work through that one and realize that I could ask for help, I needed help and I needed to take that help and run with it. I had to tell myself that they were in good hands and that I would be right back. That those people taking care of them love them and will take better care of them than I can for those few hours because they aren't exhausted and stressed and crying because the clean laundry has been sitting right there in that basket in front of the couch for 4 days now. So why don't you fold it already?! Because I just don't want to. I would rather sit on the couch and cry. <br />
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For those who haven't been through this you think, "For heaven sakes, just get off your rear and fold the clothes! Put those kids in a stroller and go for a walk! Take a shower already!" Hearing my baby cry is like a knife to my eye balls. When they are tired and crying I want nothing but to help them sleep. Get that rest they need. Their tiny bodies need to rest so they can grow! She needs to rest so she can eat! It's a vicious cycle. <br />
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So I worked on doing all of these things. I ran, I cleaned, I went on errands by myself. Things started to get a bit better. The turning point for me was making a friend. A friend who understood and who showed an interest in me. Who made an effort to come over and visit and tried to understand my anxieties when she didn't have the same ones. I have had some friends while living out here, but not one like this who is like another me in a different body. She has been one of the biggest blessings in my life lately and I owe part of my sanity to her. Naomi was in preschool, I left Adalyn with her Nie Nie and I went to the gym with Macie and her sister in law. I opened up to my Dad the most and then a bit to my Mom and my Sister in Law Vicki. It was a hard thing to talk about because I felt torn wide open for anyone to inspect and I couldn't stand being that vulnerable at that time. I had friends to socialize with, an outlet for my physical stress in the form of the gym. I went out with girlfriends once every two weeks or so. Jaren would watch the girls, put them to bed so I could go out. It was wonderful. It helped tremendously. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">This summer I ran my third half marathon. Running is a huge form of therapy for me. I feel good while I do it (when I'm not being attacked by dogs) and it helps with the weight loss. I'm still working on Jaren and his focusing skills....</span></div>
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Where it took a year to get better after Naomi it took about 8 or 9 months for it to be all but gone after Adalyn. It is such a surreal thing to me how it all but turns off at some point and the sunshiney Whitney emerges from the shadows. I'm so grateful it does go away. I know for some it does not and I feel for them. I can only recommend these few things. You have to take care of yourself so you can take care of your family. Those Daddies helped make the babies too and they can help as well. There are friends and family who would love to help for a few hours so you can get your sanity and self back. It's a constant battle and constant work. Just because you come home feeling rejuvenated only to be in a pile on the floor an hour later doesn't mean it was for nothing. Because I've found that I have a better grasp on things that whole day and into the next and maybe even the next one. Those down moments may not last as long. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Just a few weeks ago at my parents house in Washington.</span></div>
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I know PPD can express itself differently for people. For me, not once did I have a violent or hurtful thought. Not once, during my darkest moments did I ever even an ounce regret having children. All I have ever wanted in my life is to be a Mother and make a difference in those lives. I'd be in sobs and still thank my Heavenly Father for those girls because I knew it would pass. Things would get easier and I could (hopefully) get back to normal. For me I just dealt with intense sadness, desperation and feeling like I couldn't measure up, that I wasn't good enough. <br />
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As for medication. I think that's between you and your doctor. We decided to see how I did without it while trying these other methods to help alleviate the symptoms and stressors. Next time, if I get it, is a different story because I will have two other children to take care of and be whole for. I have a hard time taking Excedrin for a headache so this was a huge decision for me. <br />
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Postpartum Depression is a real thing and it's okay to need and ask for help. Recognizing it is the biggest obstacle and then discovering your own self-help plan is the next. I know that more than likely with the next one I'll be facing this issue again. Hopefully I'll be better equipped to handle it and it will go away even sooner. I can only hope. For now, I hope I can help those who struggle to know they aren't alone and that they can work through it and get better.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-68975829853247415002013-08-26T22:17:00.001-06:002013-08-26T22:17:29.516-06:00RememberedI find myself thinking often of how I used to journal. At least once a week and often more than that all through Jr. High, High School and a little less in college, but still did it. It fell off to the side after I got married and turned into two to three times a year. Then I started up this here blog and posted 4-6 times a week sometimes! I enjoyed feeling some sort of connected to the world through that and being able to voice my thoughts while living in a world where I have little social interaction while living out here.<br />
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Since having kids I've not been able to keep a very good schedule of writing. My life is different every day. Just when something starts to get comfortable and the same something changes. School starting, nap times changing, farming season beginning or ending, vacation throwing wrenches in things.<br />
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What I see when I see my girls is how badly I want them to know how much I love them. How badly I wanted/want them. How I want them to know me, know the things I went through, the way I thought, that at every stage in their life they can look back and see their Momma went through it, too. So often I think, "What will I talk about?" And I sit down, open up blogger and stare and stare at the white page.<br />
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I just want to be remembered. I want to be an example to my children and I want them to know me. Know me as an 8 year old, 15 year old, 20, 24, and now 27. That comes from writing experiences and my reactions to them. Tonight Jaren went to dinner with his bestie and Naomi came and sat on my lap and asked me to sing Primary songs to her. It was the best experience I have had one on one with her in a long time. It was a special moment and for a while she just stared right up into my tear stained face while I sang. Usually a question like, "Why are you crying, mama?" comes the second she see's tears. But not tonight, she looked into my eyes for 2 or 3 minutes, then laid her head on my chest.<br />
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Having babies is hard for me. The pregnancies and the infancy part is hard on me. Adalyn has been particularly tough. Feeding times have been a struggle since she was born and she is 15 months old now. I am so grateful for both of them; I fear I may only be able to do this one more time. I'm hoping my body allows me two more, but I'm not in control of that.
It's moments like what happened tonight that I want frozen in time. I want to never ever forget and I want my daughter to remember the love we both felt. That I have for her. She immediately told me, "I love you, mama" the second I was done.<br />
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I want my daughters to want to be like me. I want to be that person that allows them to look up to me. I want to be someone they should emulate. I want them to read my past and feel connected to me. I don't think I care if in 70 years no one remembers me except my children, grandchildren, great grand children. I hope it goes further than that. I wish I knew my great great's. I want to make it easy for my descendants to know me. Hopefully I can attain that. Sometimes I feel that's all I need to do in life; raise good, respectful people and document life. I sure take a million pictures; I just need to follow up with words.<br />
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As much as I don't like living so far out of town, I love where I live. It's beautiful all the time, and I love my view of the sand dunes.<br />
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I also love all of the vegetation growing around. My lilac bushes, my big giant tree's in the backyard and some in the front. And.... that's about it.<br />
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I'm not a fan of the winter's here. I don't like how long they are and how cold it gets.<br />
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Especially when the wind blows on top of it being below zero. It was worse when I was in school and was out in it so often, but now that I am inside for just about all of it, it's not so bad. Except that being inside all the time get's old. And stifling. Like right now, end of February I am just itching to run outside, let my kids outside, go for a walk, anything outside.
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And frosted mornings are one of them. I have been meaning to go out and take some pictures, but don't always have someone home to watch my girls so I can walk around the yard. One Sunday morning it was frosty and Jaren was home, so I put on a coat, snow boots and grabbed my camera and took a few pictures.<br />
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Adalyn will be 9 months old in 2 days (started this post 3 days ago). I should probably get down as much as I can remember. This may be totally jumbled and all over the place, but the best way for me to remember and write down my experience is to just type and type and let my mind go. So, bare with me :)<br />
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I had Naomi 2 weeks and 6 days early; at 37.1 weeks. I was a little worried about the chance that she may need the NICU, but figured she would be fine since she was technically full term. We were able to take her right home. Although, she was so small and not strong enough to get a full feeding from me. Having to supplement and the fact that she slept at least 20 hours a day for the first month or so and then slowly went down to 18 hours a day until she was 8 months old was the biggest sign that she was a bit of a preemie. (Although, I now know Naomi just loves to sleep and does so really well. Compared to Adalyn, anyway.)
So when my water broke at 34 weeks and 2 hours I, at first, held hope they could stop the labor. Until I started walking and it never stopped gushing out. Then the contractions started about 7 minutes later and were only about 3 minutes apart from the beginning, before I even got to the hospital.<br />
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I knew she was coming and I knew she would need to be in the NICU. But honestly, I held hope that I would be able to take her home when I went home; three days later. I had heard a few stories of that happening. Six and 5 week early babies going home 3-5 days after being born. I just assumed Adalyn would be one of them.<br />
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When my doctor came into the room while I was in labor, before I was wheeled back to the O.R., he let us know that he wasn't going to be her pediatrician while she was in the hospital. I was a bit sad, because we really like him and I asked, "How long do you think she'll be in there?" HONESTLY expecting a few days when he said, "It's hard to say until she is here, but at least 3-4 weeks." I looked at Jaren and could tell the dread and weight that had settled on my heart had settled on his as well. We were pretty somber after that.
There were so many different thoughts and emotions rolling around during the time I was in labor, I don't think I had any time to sort any of it out.<br />
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With Naomi, after they pulled her out they held her up so I could see her; but not with Adalyn, they got her out and rushed her back to the NICU. I didn't hear her cry for a minute or two and I'm not sure if I took a breath during that time. Once I heard her shrill scream and that she weighed 4 lbs 11 ounces I felt so relieved. More than I thought, and that is pretty good for 6 weeks early. I truly didn't understand what it meant to have a Preemie and all that has to happen before you can take them home. I wanted so badly to see her, but couldn't until I was able to move my toes.<br />
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I went through the recovery room and sat in my room trying and trying to move my toes. At this point it was about 6 a.m. and my poor Jaren was haggard. He had been in there seeing her and all of the tubes and the I.V. and wires and how little she was really had an effect on him. My nurse was really nice (happened to be the same one when I had Naomi), as soon as she saw the tiniest bit of movement from one of my toes she let Jaren heft me onto a wheel chair and take me to see her. Seeing her for the first time was so difficult. I couldn't touch her, because I couldn't get off the chair (she was lifted high and in the incubator), and she was so tiny and hooked to so many things. I felt so bad that I couldn't keep her in longer. Sad that I didn't know I was in pre-term labor for a week. Sad that my pregnancies were so horrible and my body can hardly handle them. Sad that Jaren had to go through all of this. Sad that I couldn't carry a full term baby for him and them.<br />
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It was right here, first time seeing her that the Pediatrician came and told us we don't know how long she will be in, she looks good, she only needed oxygen for a little while. The IV will be in for a while. Don't rush things, baby is having to cook outside of me. Even though she looks done on the outside, she isn't on the inside. All hard things to hear. Then Jaren turns to me and says, "I don't know if we should have anymore...." WRONG THING TO SAY!! And definitely the wrong time. I was a giant mess and cried a whole lot about how we can't say that yet, we just need to see. I have already had to drop the number of kids I would like to have because of my body; the thought that this was it, right then when everything was so huge was a bit too much for me.
After talking to the doctor and each other we have decided to just wait a long while before the next one and see how that goes, then we will know if we can try for four or not. I am already preparing myself for three when I want four, just in case.<br />
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Jaren went home to shower and get Nae's thing to his Mom's while I tried to sleep a bit. He came back that afternoon and wheeled me to see her again, and that was the first time I held her. It was incredibly emotional. She was so tiny and I was so sad that it had taken so many hours till I could hold her and I felt incredible amounts of guilt again for not being able to keep her in longer.
That next morning they let me nurse her. She latched right on and I cried and cried because I knew that was the key to getting her to come home. They were all shocked because she was so early, but let me try to nurse her that day and the next.<br />
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I had her early on a Wednesday, It was Friday when everything caught up to me. I walked me and my wheel chair in and went to the nurse standing at her incubator and asked how she was doing. "Not good. She just had an apneic episode. She stopped breathing and I waited a few seconds to see if she would start up on her own and when she didn't I had to stimulate her. Whenever that happens it is at <i>least</i> 7 days until they can be released. It doesn't matter how well she does, it has to be at least a week." She said all of this in a little of an angry tone. Like it was my fault. I can imagine how scary it must have been to go through that, I don't know how often it happens since the youngest they take babies into the NICU there is 34 weeks. I didn't quite know what to say. I was feeling terrified, overwhelmed, sad, exhausted, deflated and totally helpless. Holding her was so emotional. I was alone, she was so little, the nurses were treating me like an uneducated little girl who needed to get the gravity of the situation. Making me feel like I did this to my baby. Broke my own water and wanted her out SIX WEEKS early. I was already going through my own feelings of guilt about it all. What I could have done or what I did do to make that happen. Feeling so incapable of carrying a baby to full term, feeling sorry for Jaren that his wife has early babies and can't seem to cook them long enough making the first few months very, very hard. I was capable of rational thought; I did what I could, what I knew. I made it to 37 weeks with Naomi, so how was I to know I wouldn't with Adalyn? I went to the doctor the week before when I started cramping in my low back. I knew it wasn't normal, I went in, did what I was supposed to and my water still broke. At least I can have children and carry them as far as I can. It's not all my fault. I have no control over my body. But then again.... had I known, I wouldn't have eaten so much salt. Or any, for that matter. I would have worked harder at staying down (although, I could hardly move as it was I was in so much pain), I would have asked for more help. I wouldn't have nested during that last trimester where I de-junked, cleaned and sorted my entire house all day long. Well... up until I was about 32 weeks because it just became impossible after that.<br />
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So there I was, thoughts like these going through my head. Feeling terrible for Naomi who was having such a hard time having her Mom just up and disappear one night. There to tuck her in, gone when she woke up. She was rather attatched to me at this point. I had just started preparing her for when the baby comes. Talking about how she would go to Nie Nie's house and then a few days later Mama would come home with our new baby girl. I was going to pack a bag with her, we would take it to Jaren's parents house, get her excited about it. But then she was starting to not feel well and was sick and it was another two days until they brought her to me. I still feel terrible about the way everything happened with her. <br />
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Anyway, I had this little tiny helpless baby who couldn't function on her own yet. She had been poked with needles and manhandled and I felt so bad that her first experiences with this world were without me around much, all alone in an incubator, being poked and prodded. I cried and cried and cried some more. Tried not to sob so loud because I was also very embarrassed and didn't want anyone else to hear. When Jaren came a little later and I was eating lunch I was such a mess. I feel bad that he had such a mess of a wife and a sick, sad, homesick toddler at his parents and a preemie itty bitty baby in the Hospital. And he had to hold it together because the three of us girls were messes.
Basically, I look back on the time in the hospital before I was released and it was so hard. That's all I can think to describe it. Alone 90% of the time. Walking 1-2 miles back and forth from the NICU to Mother Baby where my room was, over and over all day and night while healing from a C-Section hours old. I walked a wheel chair, I'm convinced the reason I was able to move so well after only a week postpartum is because I was forced on my feet the second I had my catheter out and only stopped walking to be with the baby or eat or sleep.<br />
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Each time something new came up it felt like such a blow. Such a set back. The feeding tube going in meant that she couldn't eat from me. (I know it was necessary, I totally understand). Each time I went in for the first 4 days or so she was losing weight. They were tsk tsking me for taking her out of the incubator to HOLD her or try to feed her. I stayed until midnight Saturday night, my very last minute able to be there. Sunday morning they told me I couldn't nurse her anymore because she was too weak with Jaundice and fatigue at trying to nurse and keep up her temperature. I could do kangaroo care and that was it. Cue another intense melt down. Feeling guilty for trying to feed her and wanting to feed her when she wasn't strong enough to eat. And how doing so was wasting her away. This was also the day they put in the feeding tube. Which made me sad all over again. Putting a tube in her nose, down her throat, making her gag, into her stomach and then how uncomfortable it must have been just sitting in there. She would pull on it sometimes; get her little finger hooked. Every consoling word, "She wont remember any of it.", "It's actually not that uncomfortable and it's so quick to put in.", "She has to have it in order to grow and get out of here.", "It's actually better because we can get all of the air out of her tummy with it and she wont have gas bubbles." All of it didn't make me feel a whole lot better. I still felt so sad for my tiny baby. And for my toddler at home.<br />
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The highlights of the hospital time, aside from every moment I got to hold Adalyn, especially Kangaroo Care where I was so close to her and I slept, she slept, and it was peaceful. Was when my friend Jessica came to see me and my brother, Nathan and his wife Stephanie. Jaren came by at least once, sometimes twice a day. He was still farming and then had to show Naomi that we both didn't just disappear. She needed him.
My Mom came when I went home and took care of Naomi and the things I couldn't because I was gone so much. When I was home I either slept or held Naomi. But every time I left Naomi cried and cried and begged me not to go. I would tell her I had to go feed our baby so she could come home and then I wouldn't have to leave. It was all torture. The only way I didn't have massive melt downs every 5 minutes was I tried not to think about anything other than what was right in front of me. I focused on what was at hand; "I'm driving to the Hospital. Driving, listening to music.", "I'm going to the NICU to feed my baby", "I'm going to the NICU to feed and do Kangaroo Care with my baby", "I'm going to the bathroom", "Gotta get something to eat...", "Pump what she wont eat", "change diaper, say goodbye, go home", "I'm driving home to be with my girl", "I need to let her know how much I love her", "Holding Naomi, telling her about Adalyn, showing her pictures". But don't think too much about Adalyn. Don't think too much about Naomi and what this is all like for her. Don't think too much about Jaren and what he must be going through. Don't think about anything but what is in front of you.
It went on and on like that for the whole 17 days she was in. Each day was a struggle like this.<br />
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The first time they let me try to nurse her again; after she showed 2 days of weight gain, she would not latch. I tried and tried and nothing. I was devastated. She had been doing so well! I understood the reasoning for not letting me nurse her, but I knew she had forgotten, or just didn't need to work for it because she wasn't hungry. She was being fed strait to her tummy. It was explained to me over and over again that the sucking reflex develops during the 35th gestational week, so I had to give her 4-10 days. But she had been doing it! She KNEW how. So I continued to try. Over and over again for the next 3-4 days. Crying each time she wouldn't. I kept telling her, "Baby, you have to eat. You HAVE to eat from me if you want to come home. And you want to come home, baby, this isn't home. You have a big sister that wants to meet you and she loves you already. And Mama can be with you all the time. I wont have to leave you. You just have to eat, baby. <i>Please eat</i>." Those were basically the exact things I remember saying while trying to get her to latch.
When she did I cried and cried (again and some more) and felt so grateful. With her starting to eat from me there was a teeny bit of light showing towards the end of the tunnel. They continued to tell me not to expect anything. That usually they have babies there till they hit around 39 weeks gestational age (which would have been another MONTH). She was scheduled to come out June 15th (37 weeks)! They were telling me that she wouldn't come home till end of June.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was how she ate when no one was able to hold her. See her syringe ha<span style="font-size: xx-small;">nging at the top of the picture? She was on the bil<span style="font-size: xx-small;">li light for <span style="font-size: xx-small;">a good 4-5 days and even though they <span style="font-size: xx-small;">continued</span> to turn her on it she still developed <span style="font-size: xx-small;">big red spots :<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Once she latched I asked when we could start calculating percentage of feedings. They had explained to me that she is weighed before and after a feeding to see how much she get's through either me or a bottle. Then at the end of a day they take what percentage she received of her daily intake through an external source. Once she hit's around 80% they take out the tube and then as soon as she get's 100%, 24 hours needs to go by and then she can go home. I felt like they drug their feet starting this. And I wasn't able to come for every feeding to make sure she was getting some through me or a bottle. And they were busy, and didn't always try with her. It's easier to just set her food up to drain into her tummy. <br />
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My sister, Lindsey works nights in the E.R. and those nights she worked, if it wasn't busy she would go up for one of the feedings and feed her. It meant so much to me because Adalyn was being loved and held by a family member. She was doing what I couldn't. And it was another feeding she was getting some of externally.
I wasn't pushing very hard. I only wanted them to offer her the bottle and see if she would drink. If she didn't, okay, at least you offered it to her. If she would drink some, but not all, that's okay, at least you tried.<br />
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I didn't keep very good track of everything while I was there. I wish I had written about each day as it went. Her progress, my feelings, how Nae and everyone was doing at home. But, I never had time. And it felt too daunting to type it all in one handed on my phone.
I did, however, write down her percentages of feedings. The first day they kept track they didn't try too much and she took 15% through either me or bottle. The next day Lindsey did a night feeding and I did three of the day feedings and she took 36%. Then they started offering a bottle for a few more feedings and she did 47%. Then all of the feedings got either me or bottle and she did 73% and weighed 4 lbs 15.5 ounces (4.5 ounces above birth weight and the first day I wrote down her weight). Last day of the tube in she took 95% of feedings and weighed 5 lbs .05 ounces. They took the tube out and she came home the next day weighing 5 lbs 3 ounces.
Rule of thumb is once they hit their birth weight they usually are strong enough to do all the feedings through Momma or bottle. That held true for Adalyn. I think she could have come home at least 2 days sooner if everyone had worked a little more with her. I was only able to do so much since I also had a toddler at home who really needed her Mama.<br />
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I would go to the 10 o'clock feeding, then stay and do Kangaroo Care for 2.5 hours where, if my Mom was with me we would have lunch, talk and I usually would nap a little bit. Then I did the 1 o'clock and then went home. I left just before 7 p.m. to do that NIGHT feeding. That's what I did all but 2 of the days where I did the 7 a.m., stayed till 10:30 a.m., then would go back for the 4 p.m. feeding. That allowed me to be home for Naomi's bedtime.
I don't know what I would have done without my Mom. She came the day after I got home from the Hospital (learned my lesson, if I have a NICU baby again I'll have her come the day I have him/her so I'm not alone. Even if I have the baby during the winter when Jaren isn't farming we will still have two kids for him to be around for, so he may not be able to be around much.).<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Meanwhile<span style="font-size: xx-small;">, back at the ranch, Naomi was st<span style="font-size: xx-small;">ealing my cereal and learning how to eat <span style="font-size: xx-small;">both cereal and milk off the spoon. For the most part, it was more licked than slurped. </span></span></span></span></div>
My Mother-in-Law would take Naomi so my Mom could take me to the Hospital for those first few days because I couldn't drive yet and park so far away and walk. Or Jaren would take me and drop me off and pick me up. Once I was able to drive, I would even pick Lindsey up and she would park my car so I wouldn't have to walk and she would come keep me company. We did that a few times. After about a week I was able to both drive and walk myself there and then I mostly did it on my own for the last week.
I kept my nursing pillow there, took my pump and water every time and ate a meal from the Hospital each day. I actually liked quite a bit of it and had this Jello poke cake that was delicious. Oh, and some sort of fudgey chocolate cake. I wasn't too concerned about calories at this point; too much stress. One thing at a time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">She slowly went from being only clad in diaper to a onsie, to pajamas, to swaddled in this with a hat on. With each drop of the temperature more clothing went on, and it meant she was <span style="font-size: xx-small;">maintaining her temp while still gaining weight. Something we had struggled a lot with during the first week.</span></span></div>
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The Friday night before we got to take her home we went to see Bill Cosby at the College. It was nice to have a little date with Jaren after the stress of the last 16 days. Well... more, in reality. We met at the NICU where I had been feeding her. Jaren was able to spend some time with her as well. We went to dinner at a Greek place (that is no longer in business :( It was good) where I got a yummy Gyro. I am always on the hunt for those. Not any around here, anymore. Then we drove to the College, he got out to sit in our seats so they wouldn't give them away and I pumped in the back of the car and hoped no one peeked in the window. A memory I will never forget.<br />
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The show was so funny and it was something I desperately needed. Although, my incision hurt rather badly from laughing so hard and I was constantly thinking about Adalyn in the hospital. I hated every single milli-second of walking away from her little section/room. Every time. And she was constantly on my mind; she wasn't where she belonged and I wanted her home so badly. We had the tickets for the concert months before and weren't going to go, but in the end, my Mother-in-Law wanted Naomi for the night, it gave my Mom a break, too.<br />
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The next morning we went to take Adalyn home.
It took forever once everything was signed and ready because the nurse had to wait for another nurse to come to be with the one other baby that was in there (it was really hard to see so many babies come and go while I was still there. Stuck.). Finally, she just asked the Pediatrician that was making his notes on his rounds if he would be fine watching the baby while she walked us out. It took all of 3.5 minutes. And driving away was glorious. We drove by Smith Park where the Teton Dam Marathon was going on (I try to run that every year, except for then, because of obvious circumstances) and I thought, "next year, my friends.... next year" I'm starting my training in the next week or two for it and I'm dying for the snow to melt away so I can run outside.<br />
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This is a very long, jumbled, emotional post, but that was exactly how that time was for me. I think any woman who gave birth unexpectedly, so early, with or without other kids at home experiences a roller coaster of emotions from very low lows to moderately high high's. When I look back at the pictures or think about it much I usually am in tears (like I was most of the time writing this post). It's hard to understand until you've experienced it and I feel for those who have had to. I cannot imagine anyone who had to go through a longer time with more than one baby there. I feel for them.<br />
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Knowing what I know now, we are waiting quite a while longer to have the next one. My body needs the break and so does my mind. I need Adalyn old enough during my third trimester to be able to do everything on her own. Potty, get into and out of bed, climb onto a chair to eat and totally understand and communicate with me. Naomi isn't 3.5 yet and can do all of those things. I will go on a low salt diet from second Trimester on and as no salt as possible at about 26 weeks on. I'll put myself on bed rest (my doctor may, anyway) beginning of third trimester and then pray and pray that those changes will keep the baby in longer. Now that my body knows it can be done and make the pain go away at 34 weeks, we worry about that happening again. Depending on how all of that goes and how early the baby comes and what the doctor says will determine if I can have that 4th baby, like I hope. I am preparing myself now for only 3 so I wont be so devastated if I am not able to have more.<br />
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It's something else when you aren't in control of how many children you can have; your body is.
It is what it is and I am grateful that I can have children and that they come whole and healthy, albeit small and a little underdeveloped. I count my blessings, which are many.<br />
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over the last two weeks. Last time I jumped right in at 2.5 months postpardum and my milk supply dropped dramatically, so this time I'm being much more careful. I also am storing tons and tons of milk just incase. Because I don't think I'm capable of producing for a year. Or 4 or 5 months. At least as much as she will need. <br />
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Just as a side note; I hate pumping. It's a mean machine. But I need it. But I don't have to like it. Not even a little. <br />
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Okay. I feel better.<br />
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So, Saturday Jaren took Naomi to help him mow the lawn and I took Adalyn in my stroller to go for a walk. I ordered a double jogging stroller and am picking it up on Wednesday so I can't go for walks with both kids until I get it. I've been dying to get outside so I was really excited when I didn't feel totally exhausted and Jaren was able to take Nae. <br />
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I only made it about 30 yards before I couldn't stand walking anymore so I started a very slow jog (turned out to be about a 13 minute mile. I was runnung 9 minute miles when I got pregnant). It felt good to move like that again! I made it just under a mile and a half (halfway back to the house) when I hear a huge gunshot sound and the stroller goes kerplunk. My right back tire had popped! Well... I could walk it back, but that's not going to be fun carrying it because the tread was totally off the rim. And I would have to carry it because it was rocking back and forth really bad and Addi was a rockin which she didn't like; I could tell by all the growls and grunts I was getting. So, I was going to see if I could get a ride back and just be grateful for the workout I got.<br />
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I called Jaren and didn't get an answer. I guessed he wouldn't because he was mowing the lawn - who hears their phone while mowing? So I left a message and then sent a text hoping he'd just check his phone and see it. And then I just started walking. While carrying and balancing the stroller on it's good wheels. It was getting quite hot and Adalyn was in pajamas with feet so I didn't want her to get hot. <br />
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I ended up walking the entire almost mile and a half back carrying that blasted stroller. My biceps and forarms were cramping (think of holding 20 pounds up for 25 minutes at a 90 degree angle without letting it down). Blah. Quite the workout I ended up getting! <br />
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And quite the headache I now have. Sore back and neck and arms. Good thing I have a chiropractor appointment this week.<br />
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After about 2 minutes in the house I heard another gunshot sound and went outside and sure enough the other back tire had popped! My guess is it's been in the garage since last fall and the temp getting cold then hot, cold then hot was making the air in the tube contract and expand and then with the heat that morning - POP! <br />
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So, this week I am buying 4 no puncture tires to replace those on both the single and double Bob. And then the green expanding goo stuff for the front tires (since they don't make no puncture tires that small). <br />
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Because the thought of that happening with both of them in the double makes me cringe. Talk about 40 pounds or more. <br />
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This was before the second one popped. </div>
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Or 3 weeks sooner than anticipated. At my 32 week appointment I was scheduled for my C-Section on June 15th at 37 weeks and 2 days. Naomi came a day before that, so we figured I could do a day more. Now, I meant to do updates and I just hadn't gotten around to it. I was too busy nesting and organizing/sorting/de-junking every inch of my house. Literally. I'm not even kidding. It is quite amazing if I do say so myself. </div>
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(This post was written throughout the last 6 weeks off and on) (And<a href="http://therealmrandmrspotatohead.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-am-unique.html" target="_blank"> here</a> is the story from my last pregnancy.)<br />
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Once I hit about 29-30 weeks I started
swelling and it was worse each week. The pain I was already in got
more painful each day and I was having to spend less and less time on my
feet. To the point that at about 32-33 weeks I could only go about
20-30 minutes at a time, then would have to sit down and put my feet up
because the swelling in my legs and feet were terrible and painful. I
had sciatica pain this time that I didn't have last time. The PSD was
worse and I had low stretching pain that wasn't just round ligament
pain. Basically there was a whole lot of pain around my pelvis and hips
and lower abdomen. </div>
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So,
when at 32 weeks and 6 days I had menstrual like cramps at 9:30 p.m.
for an hour strait I was concerned because it wasn't the same as all of
my other pain and I didn't feel okay about it. The next morning I went
into the doctor to rule out a UTI. I've never had one before and I
didn't have any of the usual signs of one, except for the cramping -
that can happen because of one. Turns out, I did have one, but they
sent me in for a Non Stress Test anyway. The baby was fine, but I was
told my uterus was "quivering", which just means it was irritated. But
that was ruled to be because of the UTI. So, I took my antibiotics and
went about my business. Although, I started taking it even easier
because of more pain and it was just so hard to move. </div>
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I
went into my 34 week appointment at 33 weeks and 6 days (last
Tuesday). The week before I had gained 5 pounds in a week and that week
I had gained 7 pounds. Not good. My blood pressure was rising, but
not alarmingly. That I attribute to the baby aspirin I had been taking
since I was 20 weeks pregnant to reduce the chance of Preeclampsia. It
was recommended by the Perinatologist (pregnancy specialist). I was
supposed to stop taking it at 36 weeks - a week before the surgery. I
was spilling protein in my urine and the swelling was so bad; the
preeclampsia was back. But they were mostly worried about my blood
pressure rising. I asked my doctor, "I've been on the antibiotics for a
week now, when is the cramping supposed to stop?" He said, "Uhhh... I
don't think that is because of the UTI" So, he wanted to get me to 35
weeks and was hoping to not have to take me in for the C-Section until
36 weeks. I was so sure I could make it 2 weeks. Thinking I could just
deal with the pain for that long. I was put on a salt restricted
diet. I had already cut back quite a bit, but I was going to try to
find food with basically none. That night I spent an hour or so looking
up recipe's, pinning them on pinterest and making a grocery list. I was
going to go get them the next day, and get out the baby clothes. And
that was it, because I was supposed to be taking it easy. </div>
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Before
bed I found I lost my plug (if you think it's TMI, sorry...). I
remembered the same thing happening with Naomi, but I wasn't quite sure
if it was it. I got out my what to expect book and read every thing on
it. When I got to the pre-term labor section and was reading all of the
signs and symptoms I realized I had about all of them. I didn't really
know what to think and was trying to decide if I should go into the
doctor about it, but we basically covered everything that day. And I
attributed a lot of it to the UTI and just my overall pain. </div>
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We went to bed at 11. </div>
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I got up at 12:55 to pee. </div>
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I
was kind of in that state of sleepy awareness of the outside world when
I felt like, a pressure pop thing inside around my cervix and then a
whole lot of liquid run out and down my leg. My eyes popped open and I
thought, "<i>Oh no. That's not good.</i>" So, in a very, very calm even voice I said, "Jaren?" He was sleepy responsive, </div>
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"Huh? Yeah?" </div>
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"Will you help me up to go to the bathroom?"</div>
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"Oh... sure" He started getting up to make is way around to me.</div>
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"My water just broke."</div>
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"What?" Still sleepy, but came to me and helped me up. With every movement more water came out.</div>
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<i>No pain. Where is my PSD? It doesn't hurt. </i></div>
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It was 2:03</div>
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<i>Oh no, I'm in labor. I need to make sure there is no blood.</i></div>
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"Will you turn on the light?"</div>
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"What?"</div>
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"I need to make sure there is no blood, will you turn on the light?" </div>
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He turned on the light. No blood. Sigh of relief. </div>
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"You
need to call your parents and tell them my water broke. And call the
hospital, tell them my water broke and I am 34 weeks and a C-Section and
Dr. Watson is our doctor." </div>
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"Okay." He walked out of the room.<br />
<i>I haven't felt the baby move since before bed... but there is no blood, so placenta is okay... she's okay...</i> </div>
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I went to the bathroom and went pee. </div>
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<i>Not much pain. I can walk normally. This is so weird.</i></div>
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A large amount of water on the floor and when I went to clean up I thought, <i>"what am I doing? More water is just going to come out."</i></div>
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I
went to the closet to get dressed. Put on a shirt, then got out some
underwear and pants and all this time with every movement more water
came out. </div>
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Jaren came in and
I said, "It wont stop, it just keeps coming." So he grabbed a towel. I
put it between my legs and just stood there not quite sure what to do.
I couldn't go to the hospital naked, but it seemed so weird to put
clothes on when I was just going to soak them. But Jaren's parents were
coming over and I couldn't not have any pants on. </div>
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"Did you call your parents?"</div>
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"Yes"</div>
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"Are they coming?"</div>
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"Yes" </div>
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"Did you call the hospital?"</div>
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"Yes"</div>
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"Did you tell them Dr. Watson was my doctor?"</div>
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"Oh... No.." He left to go call again. </div>
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Contractions started. A painful menstrual like cramp ones. Mostly in front. Some in back. </div>
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I decided I'd put my pants on. I bent forward and another deluge came.<br />
<i>There's
no way they can stop this... I've lost too much water. I'm having my
baby tonight. She's too early. This is too soon. I need to pack a
bag.</i></div>
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I
kept trying to clean up the water, but everywhere I stepped my feet were
walking in wet stuff. I grabbed my large purse and put my nighttime
chapstick in. I went to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush and
toothpaste. Brush, face lotion, deoterant and then just stood there
looking around trying to figure out what else to take. Jaren comes in.</div>
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"What are you doing?"</div>
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"I'm probably not coming home, I should pack a bag."</div>
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<i>I don't have Naomi's things ready. </i></div>
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"We can do that later, come on."</div>
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<i>I don't have her clothes out.</i></div>
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"Okay."</div>
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<i>Can I have more children?</i></div>
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I
went into the kitchen and grabbed my phone charger. Walked into the
front room and grabbed my Kindle and it's charger. Walked back into the
kitchen and grabbed my antibiotics. </div>
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"Let's go"</div>
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<i>I need my camera.</i></div>
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"I need my camera"</div>
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"Why?"</div>
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"The baby is probably coming. We need pictures."</div>
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"We can get it later."</div>
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<i>You're going to regret this </i></div>
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"Okay."</div>
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I
walked down the hall, went into Naomi's room bent forward to look at
her and a bunch more water came out. It was a steady trickle with every
movement at that point. The contractions were steadily getting
stronger and more painful. I had no idea how far apart. Just hurt all
the time. </div>
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<i>I can't make it stop</i></div>
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I
walked into my room and grabbed my pillow. I felt weird doing it, but
it seemed important. I went into the garage and opened the garage
door. Jaren's parents had just gotten there. </div>
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I
walked down the stairs holding my purse, pillow and towel. I came to
Jaren's mom and said, "It just came and wont stop. I'm sorry." She
wanted to know if I was okay. I told her I was fine, just starting to
hurt. His dad asked if I wanted a blessing. I said, "Oh, yes please."
So we walked to the front door and with every step more water came
out. </div>
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<i>This has to be all the amniotic fluid. I hope she's okay. I haven't felt her move since last night.</i> <i> This is kind of embarrassing leaking in front of his dad. </i></div>
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I
set down the towel on the chair and tried to keep myself under
control. Tried not to feel scared. And only teared up and cried a
teeny bit. </div>
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I told
them both thank you, gave them hugs and went out the door, and into the
garage and put the towel on the seat and got up. The whole while
steadily leaking. Contractions hurting worse and the realization there
was no stopping it and I was fully into labor hitting.<br />
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We made it about a quarter of a mile down the road when we heard the "ding ding ding". <i> Oopse.</i>
The tank was totally on empty. And I had drove into town and back on
that empty tank the day before, so there was no trying to make it into
town on it. Jaren turned around and his dad was behind us and followed
us back to the "yard" (farm yard in front of our house). When Jaren
told him we needed gas he turned on the pump for us and Jaren put just
enough in to get us into town and back. (We have fuel pumps in the farm
yard). <br />
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While he was gassing up I decided to call my
parents. It was such a huge thing happening that I felt like I should
tell someone. But at 2 in the morning I couldn't call anyone except
them. At least I figured my water breaking super early justified my
calling them in the middle of the night. Even though they were in
Washington and couldn't do anything. I just felt like they needed to
know.<br />
<br />
I called my mom's cell phone first before I
realized she probably didn't have it right next to her, turned on. So I
hung up and called the house phone. My Dad answered and this is how
the conversation went:<br />
<br />
Dad: sleepy, "Hello?"<br />
Me: Hi Dad, it's Whitney<br />
Dad: Okay<br />
Me: I'm just calling to tell you my water broke<br />
Dad: What?<br />
Me: My water broke and I'm in labor, I'm going into the hospital<br />
Dad: Oh no...<br />
Me: Will you tell Mom?<br />
Dad: Yes<br />
Me: Okay, I just thought you should know.<br />
Dad: Yes<br />
Me: Lindsey's working tonight!<br />
Dad: Huh? Oh...<br />
Me: Yeah, I'm glad<br />
Dad: Yeah, that's good<br />
Me: Alright, well, I'll keep you updated.<br />
Dad: Okay...<br />
Me: Love you, bye<br />
Dad: Bye....<br />
<br />
I
think he was in a bit of shock. Besides the fact he was asleep I had
just talked to him a few hours before about what happened at the
doctor's appointment and how I felt about it. </div>
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This
whole time I had been texting Lindsey. I first sent her a text while I
was standing in the back hall with my purse and pillow, waiting for
Jaren.<br />
<b>2:15 a.m</b>.<br />
Me: My water just broke. I'm comin in.<br />
Lindsey:
Really?! I'm waiting in the ER admitting. I'm telling the admitting
clerk so she's getting you registered now. Do you need me to go
upstairs? We don't have any patients.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Upstairs is where Labor and Delivery and Mother Baby (where you go after you have your baby) is.) </span> <br />
<br />
Me: I'll go right upstairs. We've already called<br />
Lindsey: So what entrance are you going to? The ER or LDR? The house supervisor will meet you there to take you up. <br />
<br />
Back
to Jaren and I at the pump. As soon as he put in a few gallons we took
off like a rocket. Or as fast as a Yukon can go like a rocket. There
are two ways into town from our house. You can go through Hibbard (an
area outside of Rexburg) or down the Salem Highway. The choice is only a
mile from our house; either turn or go strait.<br />
Jaren: Which way should we go?<br />
Me: the one least likely to have cops.<br />
Jaren: .........<br />
Me: I'd go through Hibbard. <br />
Jaren: Okay.<br />
<i>what would happen if we did run into a Po. </i></div>
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Me: What would happen if we did see a cop?</div>
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Jaren: He would follow us to the hospital.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Me:
I wonder what he would do... He'd be calling in a high speed chase and
then we'd lead him to the hospital. Would he give you a ticket? Take
you to jail? Or let us be because I'm in pre-term labor? </div>
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Jaren: I don't know. (he often wonders how my mind works, and why I wonder so much)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>I
wonder if he'd have enough time to call in a helicopter. Or if the
helicopter is close by.. probably not. Has there ever been a helicopter
chase in Rexburg, Idaho? Would this warrant a helicopter chase?</i> <i> Owwwwiiiiieeeeeeeee.</i>..</div>
The contractions were really
strong and happening more often than I realized. I wasn't timing them.
I didn't think to since I was obviously in labor and I was going to be
having a C-Section anyway.<br />
<i>I can't believe I'm experiencing
labor. I never thought I would ever know what a real labor contraction
felt like. Or what my water breaking felt like. </i><br />
<br />
Back to texting Lindsey: <b> 2:32 a.m.</b><br />
<br />
Me: LDR. We're driving fast<br />
Me: Hope Watson comes in<br />
<i>Hope
it's not some doctor I don't know and doesn't know my situation and
will try something stupid since I'm already in labor. Like a version or
delivering a breach baby. I don't want to explain it all...
Owwwwiiieeee!! </i><br />
<i>I'm really glad Lindsey is there. </i><br />
Me: I'm kind of glad you are there<br />
Lindsey: Got it. I'm calling him to let him know.<br />
Lindsey: I
told them your Dr. is Watson so they should have called him. If not
Dr. Meredith is here. He's an awesome OB Dr. so that's good :)<br />
Lindsey: I'm going upstairs<br />
Me: Ok, good. I think 5 minutes or less we will be there.<br />
Lindsey: Okay sounds good<br />
<br />
<i>Today is Isak's birthday.....</i> (my nephew)<br />
<br />
Me to Jaren: It's Isak's birthday.<br />
Jaren: It is?<br />
Me: Yeah. Lena is going to hate us. First we get married on her birthday, then we have our baby on her firstborn's birthday.<br />
Jaren: She is not going to hate you. <br />
Me: But she had Edyn on Nathan's birthday so I think that even's things out.<br />
<br />
<br />
Me texting Lindsey: It's Isak's birthday<br />
Lindsey: LOL, I know! Are you having contractions?<br />
Me: I'm cramping a lot, hurts pretty good. I assume so?<br />
I
was still shocked and in a bit of denial. Even though I was sitting on
a wet towel and having the worst menstrual cramps I'd never thought I'd
experience. And I get some pretty bad cramps. <br />
Lindsey: Okay we're waiting outside for you.<br />
Me: I'm here<br />
<br />
<br />
At that point we pulled into the little 5 minute parking drop off
spot at the Labor and Delivery/ Mother Baby Unit door. There was
Lindsey and a tall man standing behind a wheel chair.<br />
<i>Oh... I get to ride in a wheel chair. </i><br />
He
came up to the door as I opened it and helped me out. I grabbed my
purse and pillow and asked him if I should put the towel down on the
wheel chair. (I should have just done it) He told me I didn't have
to. So I just sat down.<br />
Me: "It's going to get wet. I'm leaking a lot"<br />
Him: "It's okay."<br />
<i>I don't think he believes me....</i><br />
<br />
<br />
My last image of the outside world as I was being wheeled around
and to the door's was Lindsey getting in the driver's seat and backing
out of the parking spot and Jaren hurrying to catch up.<br />
<i>Oh, that's nice of Lindsey....</i><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Through two sets of doors, up the elevator, through another set of
double doors, around the corner and into the same room I was in for my
NST a week before. There was the gown on the bed and sure enough, I
stand up and left quite the circle on the seat. I told the guy,
"Oopse... sorry about that." He said it was fine. A week or so later I
was walking out of the hospital and passed what looked like the same
wheel chair. I couldn't help but wonder if he cleaned it or just let it
dry.....<br />
<br />
<br />
I put on the gown the whole while dripping down my leg. It was
such a weird gross feeling to be continually wet and not be able to stop
it.<br />
<br />
Flash back to the week before when I was there for my NST:<br />
I
was in the bathroom and had just put on the gown. I started to walk to
the bed and Jaren asked if I wanted my flip flops on. At first I said
"No" until I thought about it and instead said, "Yeah, never know what
kinds of things have been on the floor in here"<br />
<br />
Back to being in labor:<br />
<i>Oh.... now I know what's on the floor in here....</i><br />
<br />
Onto the table<i> - </i>I still hadn't felt her move since<i> </i>before
I went to bed. I was really anxious for the monitors to be hooked up
and on so I could be reassured. The minute the nurse started strapping
those thing's onto my stomach she kicked and then there was her heart
beat on the monitor. I was so relieved. The nurse left us alone and
Lindsey came in. I started telling her about how I left my camera (as I
glared at Jaren) and she asked if I'd like Nate (her husband) to bring
their camera. He rotates 5 days of nights and 5 days of day shifts at
work, so he was staying up all night to get ready for a night shift. I
said YES PLEASE! And she called him.<br />
<br />
<br />
Linds took a picture of us with my phone, I regretted not taking a
few more maternity pictures even though I was massive (I totaled out at
46 pounds weight gain with Naomi at 37.1 weeks and with this one at 34
weeks and 2 hours I had gained 53 pounds - no telling how much more had I
gone another 3 weeks). Every time I'd have a contraction I'd tense up
and not even realizing I was holding my breath. Lindsey and Jaren were
both yelling at me, "BREATHE!!" <i>Oh yeah</i>... it's like I forgot I was supposed to do that. Labor wasn't ever something I thought about.<br />
<br />
<br />
Nate came in grinning from ear to ear and stayed that way the
entire time until I was wheeled out for the C-Section. He was excited
about the baby coming. I felt like I had to tell someone about what was
going on so I posted on facebook about my water breaking. I was also
constantly texting my mom with what was going on whether or not she was
there to read it. Come to find out later she couldn't sleep after she
found out and stayed up wondering what was going on. But never checked
her phone! Silly Mommy.....<br />
<br />
<br />
Here is the texts for that day:<br />
<b>May 23, 2012 3:22 a.m.</b><br />
Me: I forgot to ask you to get a whooping cough booster. And especially since she is going to be so tiny.<br />
Me: I'm in labor. Going to have the C-Section tonight.<br />
Me: Lindsey is with me.<br />
Me: This is kinda weird.<br />
Me: Say lots of prayers for the nugget.<br />
Me: She who is still not named.<br />
Me: Jaren still wont let me do Alice.<br />
Me: Now I've experienced labor. They are 3 minutes or closer apart.<br />
Me: I'm dilated to a 1.5 and 90% effaced.<br />
<b>May 23, 2012 5:35 a.m.</b><br />
Me:
She's here! 4 lbs and 11 oz. and 17.5 inches long! She's in the NICU,
she's getting oxygen and has an IV but she's doing really good and
things look really good. I'll call when I know more. Love you!<br />
<b>May 23, 2012 7:47 a.m.</b><br />
Ma: Oh yeah!!! Cause we've been worried!!!<br />
Ma: Thanks for letting us know :)<br />
<b>May 23, 2012 5:32 p.m.</b><br />
Ma: Whit! Is she named yet?<br />
Me: Yes :) I'll call you as soon as I finish my chocolate cake :D<br />
<br />
<br />
And that was absolutely delicious chocolate cake. I shared a
huge bite with Lindsey because I felt like it wouldn't help my digestive
system if I ate it all, but I regret giving her any. I wish I had ate
the whole thing because it was so yummy. Lindsey works there and can have hospital chocolate cake whenever she wants.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
During this time my contractions were over 2 minutes apart and
we were just waiting. They were calling everyone in that was needed for
the surgery. I felt really bad that I was waking everyone up and
making them get out of bed, get dressed and come to work. The whole
thing was just unreal. I think I was still in shock that my water
broke. I was very aware of the situation and that the baby was coming
but I think having Naomi 3 weeks early and being able to take her right
home was leaving me with a false sense of hope that this baby wouldn't
need to be in the NICU for more than a few days. And then I kept
hearing about so and so having their baby at 34 weeks or 35 and being
able to take them right home or only in the NICU for less than 5 days.
In the back of my mind I nursed hope that when I had to go home I'd be
able to take her with me. <br />
<br />
<br />
And I kept thinking about what this meant for future
pregnancies. I knew already that right at that moment Jaren had made up
his mind that we were done. That terrified me and made me feel guilty
for not being able to carry any further. Logic and experience told me
that my water broke for a reason. I personally think it had almost
nothing to do with the baby and had just about everything to do with
me. That I couldn't be pregnant any longer. My body couldn't take
anymore stress and pain, I'd held onto her as long as I could. And
Heaven only knows what problems I would have had had I carried much
longer.<br />
<br />
<br />
So many thoughts and feelings were roiling around and on the
outside I kept a smile or grimace (depending on if I was contracting or
not) on my face. I answered questions and tried not to cry or be
scared. When Dr. Watson came in and I saw the look of concern on his
face I realized the severity of the situation a little better. I knew
it wasn't okay that I was in labor - that the baby might not be totally
okay, but there was nothing that could be done. I know it wasn't my
fault that my water broke, but it's frustrating that I can't control my
body. I should have rested more, shouldn't have tried to clean and sort
and organize so much. Shouldn't have picked Naomi up as much and
should have eaten better. All of these things will be things I do
differently next time.<br />
<br />
<br />
I think Jaren was taking it all in stride up to that point. As
soon as I saw Dr. Watson I said, "It just broke and wouldn't stop coming
and coming. I'm sorry."<br />
Dr. W: "What are you sorry about? You don't need to be sorry."<br />
Me: "That I woke you up. That all these people have to come in the middle of the night"<br />
Dr. W: (with a bit of an eye roll) "yes, because it's your fault"<br />
<i>It's not my fault....</i><br />
Dr. W: "You know I wont be her doctor for a while, right?"<br />
Me: "Oh... why?"<br />
Dr. W:<i> </i>"Because she will be in the NICU. Dr. Gates will be her doctor."<br />
Me: "Okay. How long will she be in the NICU?" (fully expecting less than a week)<br />
Dr. W.: "We don't know exactly what we are getting, but you can expect at least 2-3 weeks."<br />
<br />
<br />
And that's where it got real. Having my doctor who is always so
optimistic and nice say what I was so scared of made it real. (Come to
find he was being optimistic compared to the NICU doctors and nurses).
After he left that's when I saw Jaren's face. He looked sad. I asked
him if that was what was wrong and he said yes. So then I felt bad all
over again for having a premature baby and making Jaren worry so much.<br />
<br />
<br />
It seemed that once my Doctor was there that there wasn't much
point in making me wait and suffer. At this point my contractions were 2
minutes apart and terribly painful. I couldn't get comfortable and I
felt so much empathy for anyone who went through labor and had their
babies vaginally. I experienced 2 and a half hours of hard labor, and I
can't imagine those poor women who are in labor for 8 hours or more. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I've had a C-Section before. I knew exactly what was coming, but
I thought I was going to have more time to prepare myself. So I was
scared. Scared of the spinal, of getting sliced open and pushed and
pulled and beat up to get that baby out. But all that mattered was
getting the baby out. I sat up on the table to get the spinal in and
everyone was silent while that was happening. Then one of the nurses
says, "Oh, beautiful Whateverhisnamewas. Good job."<br />
Me: "Well, I'm sure glad to hear you say that."<br />
<i>Laughter</i><br />
So
then I am laid back and the get to work putting the sheet over me and
making sure I'm good and totally numb before the catheter - I
specifically asked that they not touch me until I couldn't feel a
thing. And once the contractions went away I experienced a feeling of
euphoria. I didn't realize how tense I had been! I was almost giddy. I
asked them, "Is this what it feels like to have an epidural?" The
total absence of pain?<i> </i>The sheer bliss? The little bit of cookiness? Because I got a little silly.<br />
<br />
<br />
Jaren came in and they got started. I wanted to know if I could
have an IUD with my weirdie uterus. It was one of the things my doctor
was supposed to make note of when he got a good look inside. I held
Jaren's hand and just talked to him. Apparently the anesthetist had
just gone home an hour before and was tucked nicely in bed and then got
the phone call to come back because of me. He was grumpy and not very
happy with me. Hey! Not My Fault! <br />
Right?<br />
Right.<br />
I was glad he didn't take it out on my spinal.<br />
Maybe
that was what the nurse was worried about and when she saw he did a
nice normal insertion and I was going to have a pain free surgery she
exclaimed, "Beautiful! Good Job!" <i> He's not going to kill her.....</i><br />
<br />
<br />
I was trying to listen to the conversation of the two doctors
cutting me open and finding out what my uter's looked like but I
couldn't hear much of it because people were talking around me. But Dr.
Jeppeson who was assisting did tell me that she was really glad I was
having my baby right now, because the date I was scheduled for (the 15th
of June) she was going to be gone and wouldn't be able to see my
awesome uterus split in half. It was a nice bit of funny during a
serious situation. I was glad to have made her dreams come true. I
hope she wasn't disappointed.<br />
<br />
<br />
When they push on your stomach to push the baby down and out it
is terrible. And you are so sore and bruised for days afterwards. This
time it was so high up on my ribs I couldn't hardly breathe.<br />
<br />
<br />
Jaren was watching them pull her out and it was so fun to hear
how excited he was. He took lots of pictures with Lindsey's camera (I
have yet to see any of them because Lindsey has her camera....). When
she came out he said, "Oh, she looks just like Naomi! She's
beautiful!" And then I heard a shrill scream. This wasn't a cry, it
was a bloody murder scream and it was the most beautiful sound I had
ever heard. I can't explain the feeling of total relief that I felt as
soon as she was out. It was like a massive weight off of my body and
mind. I can't exactly pinpoint why.<br />
<br />
<br />
Jaren asked me if it was okay if he went with her. I don't even
know why he asked! I told him, "Shoo!" and off he went. So I laid
there and told Dr. Watson to give me a bit of a tummy tuck (take the old
scar off) and stitch up my abs and do a good job. He did all three. I
was so anxious to hear how much she weighed and when they told me 4 lbs
11 oz I was relieved. I thought it was going to be less. So here I
had a good sized baby for 34 weeks and a few hours and she could scream
and breathe on her own. I can't even remember what her APGAR was. 8 or
9 or 10. Something good. She was 17.5 inches long. One inch less
than Nae and over a pound less.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
They found that my uterus is split basically exactly in half,
right down the middle and only connected by about half an inch or so at
the bottom. So, no IUD (dangit) and no wandering baby parts going from
one uter to the other during my pregnancy. Which was something I was
concerned about.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
After they stitched me up and I went to recovery (Lindsey and
Nate came in and Lindsey told me about her, because she was able to go
see her) I was dying to see the baby. I had to wait until I could move
my toes and legs. I've never tried so hard to move my toes in my
life. It was so frustrating how long it took, but bless my nurses heart
at the faintest sign of movement she had Jaren get me up and help me
into a wheel chair so I could see my baby. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It was while the neonatologist from Idaho Falls was there. He
comes once a week on every Wednesday, so it just happened to be on the
day I had my baby. I could only look at her because she had an oxygen
thingy strapped to her face and up her nose. She was tiny and beautiful
and had a lot of dark hair and I couldn't get the blasted wheel chair
close enough! She was in an incubator and had tubes and an IV and all
sorts of things attached to her. I wanted to take them all off and hold
her and take care of her and take her home. It was the worst, most
helpless feeling of not being able to do a single thing. Nothing. I
couldn't even get close enough to reach my hand in and touch her. We
were told that it was probably going to take up to a week from her due
date till we could take her home. That was FIVE WEEKS AWAY. So
horrible. I understand it all, and that they didn't know what she was
capable of and had to be as vague as possible. But, uhg. I was
exhausted and in shock and starting to feel the pain from the surgery
and looking at my very tiny baby with a tube inside her and I couldn't
touch her.<br />
<br />
<br />
They took me back to my room and I ate breakfast.... or lunch. I
can't remember. But I had to wait for help to get into the wheel chair
before I could go to the NICU and see her. So that day I went back and
forth the few times the nurse was able to take me. Jaren went home to
get clothes for Naomi and take a shower himself. I didn't sleep that
day. At around 5 p.m. Jaren came in to take me to the NICU and I was
able to hold her for the first time. The oxygen dealy was off. She was
so little. And looked just like Naomi, but with a different nose and
more hair.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'll have to write about the rest of the hospital stay later.
And the NICU. This is plenty long enough. That night we named her.<br />
<br />
<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Adalyn Mae</span></div>
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4 lbs 11 oz 17.5 inches long</div>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2KsU-Mx-r78WXyPsF13pK_l7ZaZipRFnCRw3HqVuncBM4ISjSbomtu-B0C9c1OEjLoyEbwkVP285mQ38KXZDWAThz09Vu0Rkw6aGcD9qTY4OS4Ak1m4SIoQT2Ub8QEgj_vShKXxF_r8/s1600/7-6283bwr4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2KsU-Mx-r78WXyPsF13pK_l7ZaZipRFnCRw3HqVuncBM4ISjSbomtu-B0C9c1OEjLoyEbwkVP285mQ38KXZDWAThz09Vu0Rkw6aGcD9qTY4OS4Ak1m4SIoQT2Ub8QEgj_vShKXxF_r8/s400/7-6283bwr4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> <span style="font-size: large;">Another one of these.... Uhhhh....</span></b></span></i></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I just hope they like each other..... </span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I don't have to re-do the nursery.... </span></b></span></i></div><br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-56777812524995516462012-02-02T20:59:00.000-07:002012-02-02T20:59:44.129-07:0018.2 WeeksIt's official. This pregnancy is continuing to be worse than the first. I am so excited for the baby. To have another child. I have been feeling stronger, bigger movements and feel kicks all throughout the day. That is the light in all this. All I think about is this kid. What's best for her/him. So... I continue to force <b>food</b> in my mouth ever hour or so. I fight the <b>nausea</b>; not as often as with the first 15 weeks, but it still comes a few times a day. Some days are better than others, some not so much. I have good energy days where the <b>low blood sugar</b> thing doesn't seem to be so bad and then I have days where it's all I can do to make it off the couch to the bathroom or to the kitchen to make something to eat. Unfortunately, it's a rare thing to find food that tastes good. My fall back snack that I had been eating every day; saltine cracker, cheese slice and pickle slice that had tasted so yummy isn't so yummy anymore. I have no idea what happened. Sunday I made it, took a bite and didn't like it. I forced it all down, but I haven't had it again since. I had some boneless honey BBQ wings from Applebees the other day and it was the best tasting thing I've had all pregnancy. Except for maybe the fajita's from Hard Rock in Florida. <br />
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<b>Cramping.</b> It's getting worse and coming more often. It seemed to mostly come at nights and not last for too long. Well, now it's almost all day and is really painful. The only good thing I think is that I should hopefully be done with so much cramping with my pregnancies since now both sides will have been used and stretched. That's my hope, anyway. <br />
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<b>PSD</b>. It has begun. I noticed a week ago while taking off my pajama bottoms that it felt a bit uncomfortable standing on one leg. Well, every day since I notice it doing different things. And in the last 2 days or so it's been bugging to bend over, lean down or stand up. I'm still feeling okay walking, it's not too bad. I had hoped to have a little more time without it, but maybe because my body has done it all before those tendons and ligaments are all weaker, so it's happening sooner? <br />
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<b>The Tummy</b>. When I took a nap yesterday, I was on my right side and went to shift a little back to the left and something pulled on the right side of my stomach quite painfully. I went back to the former position, but forgot about it and went to shift again and ouch. It's too early for this!!! Then tonight on the couch I yawned and my stomach expanded and the same painful pulling/stretching on the middle/right side of my stomach happened again. I'm only 18 bloody weeks! Not big enough for that. It's too earlyyyyyyyy. Yes, that was whining. <br />
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It is what it is. I've accepted that, I know I was signing up for 9 months of not being comfortable and being in pain for most of it. I will honestly say I didn't expect it to be worse than the first one. But it is. So, I decided that I expect the third to be worse. So, I shouldn't be too disappointed, right? I'm all for waiting for quite a while before number 3. <br />
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<b>Lately I've been really just wanting to know exactly</b> what it looks like inside. Not that I want to see for myself, but I would like a nice diagram or drawn up picture. I need to understand and I need to know the severity of it. There's nothing I can do to change how this pregnancy (or any of my pregnancies) will go, but I just feel better knowing. All I know is the term is "severely bifurcated uterus" But that seems to encompass quite a few scenarios. Tomorrow I go in for my 18 week and find out what we are having (yay!) and my doctor is making notes of things he see's or something like that so he has something to send the Perinatologist. I'm going to Idaho Falls to have an ultrasound by a Perinatologist who comes up from Primary Children's (I think) in Salt Lake. This is the one extra step they are doing this time knowing what we know. I am hoping, but not totally expecting, he/she can tell me something more. If not, I think after I have this kid I'll go into someone who knows what to look for and has a high res ultrasound machine to take a look and give me better answers. Unless my doc can during the c-section. I had one at the hospital here in Rexburg after I had Naomi, but it was just to determine if I had 2 kidney's and had blood flow to those and either uter and ovaries. And I did to all. <br />
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If the trend of "with my girls, I wasn't as sick as I was with my boys" or vice versa holds true for me, <b>this should be a boy</b>. But I wont be surprised if it's not. I don't hold a lot of stock in wives tales or the trend. I want a boy someday, so it would be nice to have one now. I'd have to buy a few things, but not much. And<b> it would be nice to have a girl </b>because I already know I like them a whole lot and I don't have to buy anything and Naomi would have a sister somewhat close in age. So... we'll see tomorrow! <br />
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I vent, I rant, I whine about it all (<b>cause it helps</b>), but I am always so grateful that I can carry a child. That I am pregnant. That things are going well with the baby no matter what is going on with me. It just takes it's toll - the sick and the pain all day every day. Some days I'm in better moods, some days not so much. Today is a mellow kind of mood. Which is why the tone of this post is kind of blahish. Oh, I haven't mentioned that having to eat all the bloody time is putting weight on like I did with Nae. My good start isn't meaning a whole lot. And it's worse since I haven't been able to exercise much. Since I fight for energy all day. Anyway.... maybe I'll talk about it later.Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-67136547508178937112012-01-26T21:07:00.000-07:002012-01-26T21:07:04.980-07:00Low Blood SugarTurns out that's what I've got. Can't seem to raise it for more than a half hour at a time, though. I am supposed to eat often. Like every hour to hour and a half. You'd think that wouldn't be a problem, except that food still isn't super appealing yet. And the stuff that is isn't what would be good for a snack. Like, hot cheetos. Mmmmmm..... I used to go through a bag every other day when I was pregnant with Naomi. When I went through that phase. I think it lasted a few weeks. I'm trying to keep it much more reasonable this time. Like... 1/4 of a bag a day. Or just on the days I eat it. <br />
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The bummer of a thing is that I've done so well with my weight this time. Not even on purpose. I was more sick this first trimester - not throwing up, but incredibly nauseous with all food being disgusting and forcing down every bite. First trimester with Naomi I gained 6-8 pounds. This one: 3. So far I'm at a 7 pound weight gain at 17 weeks and with nae I was 5-7 pounds ahead of where I am at this point. And, I started out 2 pounds lighter than I did with Nae. Smaller than I was in high school. Well, from my Jr. year and on. <br />
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So, I'm on the hunt for low calorie snacks that I can eat often. So far I eat a saltene cracker, slice of chedder cheese and a pickle slice on it as a snack. Ooooohh, so good. I have 8 of them and that gives me about a half hour of energy till I'm ready to drop again. An apple does really well. I've been forcing all kinds of healthy things down. Not that I don't like healthy, because I do, but this pregnancy is just so strange. <br />
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Good news? We find out what we are having one week from tomorrow! I'm excited. Nervous. Not expecting one or the other. Jaren is sure it's a girl, I don't really have an opinion or an inkling one way or another. With Nae, it was on the way to the ultrasound that I felt like it was a girl. We'll see about this one. <br />
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And since I'm on the computer with all of the pictures, here is a picture! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cswU_FrUPDrmgLPUzKePJfgP7JjCfq9HZnixy3fk5UN8kMGMOy7_30jmwfDdI7_ksS-JoOtLA60wuQDqBcFGpu2PPH7wlUijlQLH-0dSRjJUqvWnACvFu_FRheV9FFSoOxZOtM5yJgs/s1600/IMG_0862r4w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cswU_FrUPDrmgLPUzKePJfgP7JjCfq9HZnixy3fk5UN8kMGMOy7_30jmwfDdI7_ksS-JoOtLA60wuQDqBcFGpu2PPH7wlUijlQLH-0dSRjJUqvWnACvFu_FRheV9FFSoOxZOtM5yJgs/s400/IMG_0862r4w.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>This was taken 2 weeks ago. So I was a few days past 15 weeks. Huge, right? But wait.... I'm smaller in the next picture...<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-45393981112378565442012-01-22T21:47:00.001-07:002012-01-22T21:56:49.821-07:0016.5 Weeks - No. 2A few new things. Besides feeling like my uter has decided to <b>fall out</b> of my abdomen and make laying on my right side uncomfortable because of gravity.<br />
Oh wait, that's right, that's news too. <span style="font-size: large;">Baby is on the LEFT side</span> this time. Here, I thought it was on the right - tricky little nugget. So explains that I'm still cramping. I thought I wouldn't cramp so much or so bad since the right side had already been stretched. But we are doing it all over again.<br />
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The <b>cramping</b> has picked up. It's more often and hurts worse than I remember it hurting with Nae.<br />
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The other night, I was getting out of my Pajama pants to get into bed, and I was standing on my left leg and started feeling the pull of <span style="font-size: large;">PSD</span>. A little pain. I thought, oh crud, here it goes again. See, I expected to have it again, but I sure hoped it would wait a bit longer to show itself. My guess is in another month it'll hurt constantly.<br />
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It's the strangest thing. Please tell me I'm not the only one. It sounds weird tryin to describe it but you can only get what I'm saying if you see it in person. And Jaren's been the only one around when it happens. So, I'll feel a little <b>funny</b> sensation where the baby is. Like pressure, like something pushing on my stomach from the inside (since that is exactly what is happening). I'll look down and there will be a <span style="font-size: large;">huge lump</span>. My whole (or as much as can come out) uterus is pushing out/up against my stomach. You can cup your hand around it and it's like holding the baby in your hand. It's been happening more often and that's how I knew it was on the left side. 3:30 one morning when the call of the wild woke me up, I rolled onto my back and felt it, I put my hand on my tummy and woke RIGHT up - LEFT SIDE?!?!!. In my very tired state I was scared and couldn't sleep the rest of the night. In the morning I just realized that we just have to hope it'll stretch to at least 37 weeks like the right side did. That's it. No scary stuff. And it's so nice to know it works! So, I have 2 halves of working uteri. And they both somehow come out of my tummy while I'm laying on my back. It's like a buoy. The kid isn't strong enough to push it's whole body against it to push it up. Right? I've just never heard anyone elses uter's rising. But, after a little while it goes back in. And if it's really out there and I get up or do something that flexes my muscles and forces it back - OUCH.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I felt the kid move</span> for the first time the day before I turned 14 weeks while in Florida. It was a tiny little flutter, but I knew it wasn't gas. It wasn't! And since then I'd felt it every few days, just a little flutter. Then about a week ago I started feeling kicks. Maybe one a day or so. Usually when my pants were pressed up against it. But yesterday (when I finally found chocolate tasted good again, well, dark chocolate anyway (which I don't usually care for...)) it was kicking and moving a ton! It was really nice to feel it so well. It was then I had my <b>emotional experience.</b><br />
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I didn't realize until yesterday that I had been keeping myself as emotionally unattached to this pregnancy as possible. I had wondered a bit why I didn't feel an overwhelming sense of attachment and connection to this fetus like I did Naomi. With Nae it was like that from day one. Well, even before day one, really. When I found out I was pregnant with this one I cried and cried. Tears of gratitude and relief. Since finding out about my "condition" I've worried about being able to get pregnant again or being able to get pregnant again very easily (it took 2 tries with Nae). So, when we got pregnant on the first try I was immensely grateful and relieved. But then I was scared. Scared of a miscarriage, which so many women have and is very common with someone with my innards. So, I've kept myself as detached as possible so if it happened I wouldn't be as devastated as I would have otherwise. Now, I don't think I realized this fully until yesterday. That's why I've waited as long as I have to make the pregnancy public. I was sitting down, changing Naomi's diaper (usually where <span style="font-size: large;">epiphanies</span> happen, right?) thinking about how I was finally really feeling excited about the baby. And thinking in more detail of it and what it means and what it might be like and what it would be like when it comes and picturing my life with two kids. I realized that I was holding so much back for fear of miscarriage and with feeling the baby move so much that fear went away. Well, mostly. I'm still nervous, but I'm a few days away from 17 weeks and am feeling mostly safe. It just feels nice to feel this way again. And to understand why I haven't been as emotionally moved (I cried about every time with Nae) when I hear the heartbeat. It's more a feeling of relief and I say, "It's still alive!" And you know, my ogre mood I'd been in lately has mostly dissipated. <b>I'm a bit more of a happier person. </b><br />
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Onto one more nugget of information. With Nae I often felt <b>dizzy</b> and <b>lightheaded</b>. I'd stand up and immediately have to sit back down again or flop on the floor until the blood returned to my head. Then I'd get up and get whatever I needed to get done done, but I felt better and there wasn't any lingering stuff. I even do this sometime while not pregnant. Mostly in the shower (we have a tiny square thing that doesn't let any steam or heat out). Well, it was getting so bad in the shower that I was basically showering on the ground because I couldn't stand and raise my arms over my head for more than 30 seconds. I moved to our hall shower that is a tub shower - so the heat can move out. I haven't had bouts of "gona pass out, sit, sit sit sit!" that were too bad. But, the last few days I've noticed that I'm getting really tired really easy. Not, like, I'm sleepy tired, but like, I can't lift my arms up tired. I'll have to sit for a while, it was really hard to stand in the kitchen to make a meal. Then yesterday all morning I couldn't take more than 10 steps without being out of breath and needing to drop to the floor or I'd pass out. I couldn't say more than 2 sentences without leaning on the counter and breathing like I'd just sprinted for 5 minutes. Needless to say it was a bit <span style="font-size: large;">alarming</span>. We live in a split level, I could make it up the first set of stairs and halfway up the next before sitting down to catch my breath and let the blood move to my head again. I can't lift my arms above my head without dropping to the ground till I knew I wasn't going to pass out.<br />
We looked it up and we thought it was low blood sugar. So, I was eating a bit more fruit and I felt better after lunch and then didn't feel so well a while after. After my nap I ate my favorite snack of saltine crackers, cheddar cheese and pickles and felt a bit better. Better enough to put fish sticks and tater tots on a pan for dinner. The first time I've ever done that. But it tasted good, so oh well. Talking to my sister in law, Vicki, she mentioned she had iron deficiency and is taking iron supplements and felt the same way before they diagnosed it. And now she's feeling better. She's also expecting.<br />
Today I've been struggling with the out of breath and getting light headed/dizzy again. But not as severe as yesterday. After waking up from my nap I felt especially bad. Not only super weak, but also a bit nauseous. I grabbed applesauce (which I hate) thinking if it was low blood sugar this should take care of it. I ate it, and nothing. I felt more nauseous and still felt dizzy and weak. So, then I thought, if it's iron I need meat. I made half a sandwich (with pickles, because I can't seem to get enough - wasn't a craving I had with Nae, but Oooo so yummy now) and ate it. Afterwards I felt like I had more energy, not as dizzy and the nausea went away. For a while, anyway. Seems a constant struggle. So,<b> I'm making an appointment tomorrow</b> to have them take my blood and tell me what the heck is going on. I can't live like this. I can't carry Naomi for more than 5 steps. I can't play with her. I can't get anything done because I can't stand in the kitchen for more than a few minutes! Dishes - ugh.<br />
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So, I'll post about my results tomorrow! And yay for feeling life; exuberant kicking, wiggling life. Yay for better moods and yay for my daughter who brings me so much joy. And frustration.... some bad habits... that's for another day. <br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-78566919165634581132012-01-13T21:17:00.003-07:002012-01-17T21:02:43.001-07:0015 Weeks - No. 2Here it comes again, another baby. Planned? Yes. Excited? Yes. Although I've kind of reached a limbo state. Finally starting to feel well and get a bit of energy back just as my stomach muscles are starting to hurt a little and my belly is getting big kind of faster than I thought it would be. Not to mention the girls hurt from day one worse than I ever remember (besides clogged ducts) them hurting. And have every second of every day since. I can't even lay on my back for more than 30 minutes without getting up and wanting to cry a little. Not even mentioning laying on my side.... <br />
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Last pregnancy I didn't have headaches, it was a miracle. Literally. Because I get head aches for as long as I can remember. I remember going to the nurses office in 5th grade and asking for Excedrin. They told me they could only give me Tylenol. Pansy medicine..... Come to think of it... what was I doing taking Excedrin at 10?!!! Maybe I was older... Anyway, 4 wheeling accident at 17 and they came more often and much worse. So, to say I had not one single one from the moment I got pregnant until I had Naomi and got a spinal one from the Spinal thingy is a miracle. I'm not so fortunate this time. And Tylenol does squat. It's made it a bit less fun. <br />
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Also making it a bit less fun is the sickness that is much worse this time around. And exhaustion the likes I never knew possible. Except with 5 month old babies. Seriously, I would go to sleep at 10, Naomi wakes up at 7 a.m. (9 hours so far) and I'm still in a coma so Jaren (the sweet wonderful man that he is) takes her out, puts on a show, gives her a banana then comes in to take a shower. I sleep for another 30 minutes to an hour with this. So, we are up to 10 hours. Then, about 10-10:30 I've lost any steam I built up with my 10 hour slumber. Another show comes on and I get my pillow, tell Naomi that Mama is tired and taking a rest and get anywhere from 30-60 minutes of sleep in between having toys shoved in my face or having to switch a show. I wake up and feel like I can run a half marathon and then about 12:30-1 p.m. I'm down again. Thank heavens Naomi goes down for a nap just after 1. So then, do I. For at least 2 hours. That's anywhere from 13-14 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period! Every single day until I left to Florida on the 2nd of January and had to stay awake if I wanted to see the parks. And for the last 2 days I haven't been so sure I even need a nap. Although, I still feel really tired and have taken them anyway. Still getting 8-9 hours of sleep at night. <br />
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Onto the sickness. With Naomi it was something that was constant, but not always horrible. And I was able to eat and fix it. Well, for a while, anyway. I craved things and not all food tasted bad. Most of it actually tasted good. Except sweets; those were yucky. Never threw up and it ended around the second trimester. This time? Really bad nausea constantly. Food helped for about 20 minutes and then it was back. It felt like I was on the verge of puking at any second, although I knew I wasn't. This time I took anti-nausea drugs that helped the second they hit my tongue. Food was disgusting. All of it. Nothing sounded good or tasted good. It was maybe once a week if I was lucky that I thought, "Hey, this doesn't taste so bad!" And then I was fighting a gag reflex with each bite. I forced the food down because I knew I needed it and because not only was I fighting the nausea without it, but I also had hunger pains. I didn't puke at all until some sort of super bug that was like the 24 hour flu but only 8 hours long and totally completely miserable and violent at Thanksgiving. But I decided not to count that because it was caused by a bug, not the pregnancy. Until last Saturday in Florida when I ate some pancakes that were so gross, but the only food I had around me super early in the morning (which is my sickest time of day). About two hours later my body decided it didn't want that nasty tasting stuff going through my digestive system. Lucky baby. So, my clean record is ruined. But, again, last 2 days I've done better. I'm feeling hopeful. Oh, and I have to remember to talk about my Harry Potter Land experience. <br />
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What's different this time now that we know about my "severely bifurcated uterus"? Knowing the baby will come at 37 weeks. Maybe even a few days past that. And by C-Section, which I'm not excited about, but am okay with. The risks are too high otherwise. And I'll have more ultrasounds (I had quite a few with Naomi, too) than normal. I'm going to a specialist at 20 weeks in Idaho Falls with a Neonatal Specialist person from Salt Lake - one of the big hospitals there who comes down a few times a month. A high resolution ultrasound to make sure everything is looking like the rest of the pregnancy will go okay and the delivery and the baby looks okay. Other than that it's just the biggest relief to know this time around why I'm cramping and why things will hurt so early and so much worse than my friends. Why the kid is always on one side and not moving and breach and everything else that doesn't fall into a normal pregnancy. It scared me so much last time knowing things weren't normal and not knowing why. I've been cramping this time (with nae it was constant and annoying) and it's not as often, but it's more painful when it does come. But this time I'm not thinking I'm losing my baby every time. I'm expecting the PSD, rib pain, cramping, pain, bed rest, ect... I will say that I'm glad I waited as long as I did, so Naomi is older and doesn't need as much as she would have 8 months ago. Although, going through this this time has made me think I'm waiting even longer between 2 and 3. I need the kids older and if the next one is worse than this one.... I just need lots of time between. I'm not expecting it to be, but I'm not going to expect it not to be either. <br />
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My emotions have been crazy. I'm crying over the littlest things. Commercials, watching Naomi, watching Jaren, thinkin too much in my head. I'm not as happy and carefree as I usually am. At least it doesn't happen as often. My mood swings lower more often than normal for me -since it's almost never low usually. I can't seem to get out of the funk once it hits. I'm just kind of mellow and blah. I hope that goes away because I'd much rather be in a fantastic mood most of my days. <br />
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One more thing. I've been having a lot of low back ache/pain for the past 2 weeks or so already. Not the best sign of things to come. And my stomach muscles in one spot on my right side of my "6 pack" (once was, but not so much anymore) about 2 inches above my belly button hurt. Just thought I'd document that. I'm going to look back at my last pregnancy stuff and see if I mentioned any of this happening and when. <br />
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I'll post some pictures soon. :)<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-30972832741292992122012-01-12T21:51:00.000-07:002012-01-12T21:51:15.405-07:00Bananas<span style="font-size: large;">Things that are driving me Bananas:</span><br />
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<ul><li>Feeling restless, but having no desire to do anything productive</li>
<li>Nae's patience is shrinking, she used to wait 45 seconds to a minute and a half into explaining what it was she wants before throwing a fit. Now she doesn't even try to explain; just throws fits</li>
<li>Sweets; when will they taste good again? I figured out vanilla ice cream tastes good - yahoo!</li>
<li>not having a garbage disposal: makes my drain stink, have to empty those gross food strainers and my garbage is horrific. </li>
<li>Naomi waking up at 6:30 EVERY morning since we've come back from Florida. </li>
<li>Naomi waking up once every night since we've come back from Florida.</li>
<li>Christmas is still up and lights are going out on my tree; it doesn't even look kind of magical with only half randomly lit.</li>
<li>Not having exercised since November. I think I should start again.... but I just don't feel like it.... but I know I should... but I'm tired... but it would be good for me... but my hips will hurt.... (this argument happens every day)</li>
<li>Food still not tasting right or very good</li>
<li>Having to pee every 45 minutes</li>
<li>Not washing my face at night because I'm lazy</li>
<li>clenching my jaw while I sleep at night. I think there is some grinding, too. I wake up sore and with a massive head ache.</li>
<li>My head aches! For Heavens sake go away! Tylenol is pansy medicine that doesn't help squat.</li>
</ul>What you may not know, but have guessed is that I'm pregnant again! Wahoo! Yahoo! Yay! Yikes... this one has been worse than the first so far. I'm finally (as of yesterday) not feeling so nauseous all day long and today is the first day since November that I didn't feel like I HAD to have a nap. But I took one anyway. I can't believe how fast my belly popped out and I had to unbutton my pants. I kind of can't believe how long I kept it a secret. Although, if Christmas and then our Florida trip hadn't happened during this time I don't know if I could have lasted as long without something to distract me. I'm 15 weeks, due July 4th, but since I can't carry a baby full term I'll have it mid June. I thought, "Oooo cool due date!" But, it doesn't mean much when you can't make it much past 37 weeks. <br />
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Anyway, I'll hopefully post more in the next day or so with more info. Maybe this means I will post more? I hope so!!!<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-13009648848322846812011-08-01T15:17:00.000-06:002011-08-01T15:17:18.973-06:00Currently, In the Life of WhitneyI am now 25 as of yesterday. I feel so grown up. I can rent a car all by myself! Last year I had to have my brother in law put his name on it because I wasn't old enough. Although, I'd been married for over 3 years and had a kid and had the money to pay for it. I felt silly. But now, I'm bound no more! I'm free to go anywhere I want! Well... almost anywhere. And if Jaren's with me it never would matter since he's been a grown up for lots longer than I. Although, he's leaving his 20's this year and he seems to be taking it personally. So anytime I mention feeling old I get quite this withering look.... <br />
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I've also been training for a half marathon that's coming end of this month. The training was going well until about 2 weeks ago. Each run started to feel like it was dragging and felt difficult. I bought new shoes and they really aren't agreeing with my feet. I have blisters on each of my fourth toes (the one's next to the pinky's). Right on the outside. Painful. A new blister on the insole of my left foot, an ankle that hurts and now after each run my KNEE'S hurt. They used to not bug me so much. And it feels like I'm just pulling and pulling myself along. It's discouraging. Friday I did 11 miles in 80 degree's and it feel terrible. My time was HORRIBLE and I didn't enjoy it. Now, that's not what I signed up for. But texting my sister in law, the marathoner, Lena, mentioned I might be burning out. I realized I've been pushing myself quite a bit for quite a while. I think I need to cool it for this week. So, I'm going to try to do 5 miles 3 times, then a 10 mile Friday instead of 5, 6, 7, and then 12 like I had planned. I hope it works. I want to enjoy my runs and enjoy this half marathon. Good luck to me.<br />
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Naomi is hilarious. I need to video and take millions of pictures because I think anyone struggling to find happiness in life just needs a toddler. Well, I guess a toddler and a massive dose of patience. Because she can test mine quite a bit. But, it seems every day she is doing something more and more funny. Like waking up and saying, "Help! Help!" over and over from her crib thinking that will get me in there faster. Or holding her fork in her mouth, then stabbing it down into her food trying to spear it using no hands. Or putting 15 animals on a little people train (I took pictures, they'll come someday - it's quite impressive). Or making everything kiss. A vulture and a seal, a bulldozer and a garbage truck, a puppy dog and a bunny. Or, yelling, "POO! POO!" around the house. Repeating what we say, "I do." "Cute." "Stinky!" "Alright" "Otay" Dancing and sitting on animals and jumping and scooting on her bum. The other day she was looking at a Disney Princess book and pointed to Belle and said, "Mama" I was like, "Ohh, that's so sweet, thinking I'm Belle" I was just telling her how she would be my favorite always when she turned the page and pointed to Sleeping Beauties Fairy Godmother and said, "Mama" Well... then she turned the page again and pointed to the crocodile on Princess Tiana's page and said, "Mama" and LAUGHED. Alright, she lost it. Then she looks at me, smiles and says, "Ow whow" Which is , "Love you". So, I forgave her. As long as she doesn't call the crocodile Mama again.<br />
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This week I'm trying to do 637 things before I take off to Washington for our mostly annual Oregon Beach trip. This will be the first uber long drive with Naomi. 9 hours without stops (so, 10.5-11 with them) the first day. Then a few days later 7 hours without stops (so, probably 9 with them) to the beach. Then 7 hours back to Washington some days later, then I'll split the trip home (by myself) by stopping in Boise, then heading the rest of the way home (by myself) the next day. All in all I'll be gone for almost 2 and a half weeks. We still don't know if Jaren can join us at the Beach. I sure hope so, because that's a long time for him not to see his baby. Or babies.... :)<br />
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But I'm really excited about spending so much time with family. And nervous because Naomi seems to have some sort of phobia of children. Not all children, but lots. And people she doesn't know. I'm hoping this will break her of it, because it drives me CRAZY bonker bananas. <br />
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Oh, good news is she eats EVERYTHING. She'll at least try everything and eats just about all of it. She tried broccoli yesterday and seemed unsure of it, but still took a few bites anyway. She still wont touch dolls or anything girly except necklaces and chapstick. She loves anything with wheels and animals. Hard or stuffed. Mostly stuffed dogs. Still loves Dora, Bubble Guppies, Baby Signing Time and her favorite song will probably always be Wheels on the Bus. Oh, and I'm her favorite person. Still :) I kind of love it. And I don't think I'll ever teach her the word, "Mom." I like the sound of, "Mama" too much. I hope she's 16 and says, "Mama, can you make spaghetti tonight?" Or, "Mama, Jameraqui asked me on a date Friday, can I go?" Or, "You know hot pants went out of style in the 90's, MAMA" <br />
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One thing that's nice about burning hundreds and sometimes thousands of calories 4-5 times a week is that I eat whatever I want and I never gain more than a few ounces, only to lose them the days I run. But I still can't figure out why I still have more stuff in the love handle region now than I did before I had Naomi and I'm running like a crazy person. I'm just hoping that someday I can find a way to get that to go away. Probably not till after the next kid. Oh, and no babies coming anytime soon. We keep decide to wait to start trying. Lots of different things. I just hope they are less than 3 years apart. We'll see, though. Can't say I'm too disappointed when I have a headache that makes me want to bury myself in a glacier and I can take Excedrin. Like today. Which is why I'm writing this, because I'm mad hopped up on caffeine. And now I'm off to switch and fold laundry. <br />
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Toodaloo! <br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-3995535342984302572011-07-02T22:33:00.000-06:002011-07-02T22:33:36.136-06:00Don't Start With MeOoo I'm in a mood. <insert cranky="" face="" fed="" here="" up="">. </insert><br />
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Just a whiny exasperated mood. There are no roses in this post. No shiny happy people. No sunny beaches. No hot bubble baths with a good book. No wonderful date nights with your husband.<br />
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Dangit.<br />
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My day started off alright. Planned on going into town so I could run on some hills since the 10K on hills kicked my trash and I died. And I don't want to die in August when I run a half marathon where there are still lots of hills. <br />
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I planned on starting around 8:30-9 a.m. You know, before it got too hot. Well, I didn't get to my sister's apartment till almost 10, then she talked to me for 15-20 minutes and finally I was able to get started. And by that time it was at least 10:30 or something. I don't know. I didn't look at the dumb clock.<br />
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Picture this: 80 degree's, no wind, not a cloud in sight, I know some of you are drooling and getting out the mental boat to put in the mental lake to do some mental wake boarding. Well, put the darn boat back on the mental ramp and park it will ya? Because I ran 8 bloody (is that a swear word? I keep hearing it might be across the pond, but I like the sound of it. I guess I could say something like... smelly, or itchy or caboodley, or fanninnilily, or cotton-pickin (from Elf, eh?)) miles, with 6 of them being on hillyness and I died.<br />
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That's right, I'm not really here, I died. Whitney, who would have been 25 at the end of this month died. <br />
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Ok, then I came back to life. But really, I hit about 7 1/2 miles and decided I've never felt so incredibly drained ever. <br />
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Picture this: a girl in a purple tank top jogging, red faced, looking like she's giving her all, then from behind comes a woman walking, pushing a double stroller with a baby on her back and a kid hanging on each leg and she passes the purple tank top, then does one last look back before she is out the front of the screen. <br />
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That was me the last half mile. Your grandma could have waddled past me, but I was sure not gonna stop jogging! <br />
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So, I stagger up to Lindsey's door and I lightly knock (because my brother in law is sleeping). No answer, I try the handle - nothing. I knock a little louder. Nothing. I knock louder. Nothing. I yell through the door "OPEN UP! I'M DDDYYYYIIIINNNGGG!!!!" (I'm not making this up). Nothing. I walk to the window, bang on that. Nothing. I walk back to the door, "Lindsey! I need water!!! I'm DYYIIINNNGGG!!!" Nothing. So then, I look at the parking lot, because I swear I saw her car. There it is.. and.. wait... why is my car so far away? Why is Lindsey's car so far away? And Nate's? Ohh... wait a minute. <br />
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WRONG BUILDING.<br />
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See? Heat stroke or something. Delusional. I went to the wrong building. I waddle to Lindsey's door, lightly tap at the door and 2 seconds later the door opens and Linds says, "I didn't even lock it after you left."<br />
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So I stumble in, drink 3 gallons of water, eat one of her bananas, steal a gatorade, use her face wash, change and head back out the door.<br />
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I had a million errands to run. One of which was picking out paint to paint my upstairs. Now, my feet are killing me from the run and since I died and came back to life my left eye is twitching and so I enlist the help of my interior designer sister-in-law who has a paint-color-wheel thing and we figure out which color to do the entire upstairs and which color to do my one accent wall. The guys were taking fooorrever mixing my paint. So I say, "Hey, I'm going to run to Big 5 real quick, I'll be right back." Ok, they say. So I go buy my yellow version of the purple tank I was running in because it's my new favorite piece of exercise clothing and one is not enough. <br />
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I come back to Ace, and see one of my paint cans sitting on the counter and the other wasn't. So I wait, someone comes by, asks if I need anything. I tell him I need paint can number two, he finds it in the mixer and I say thank you Mr. Kind Sir and pay and leave.<br />
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So, I'm just plum spent.<br />
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I get home, unload, thank my Mother in Law for watching my nugget, and then the nugget get's a little fiesty later and I'm just plum spent. Jaren's not home, feels like he never is these days (oh, wait, it's 10 p.m. and he STILL isn't home.) I haven't showered, I feel disgusting, my feet hurt, my left eye is still twitching from my near death experience and Naomi is throwing things. From behind. She get's quite the distance covered that way, let me tell you. <br />
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Jaren came home around 6:30, I made dinner, we ate, he said, "go take a shower, honey. You really stink. And would you do something about that left eye twitch? It's really unattractive." So, he takes Naomi down stairs and I shower and I'm done, and Naomi wants to sit on my lap while I try to pluck my eye brows and Jaren says, "Well, this has been fun, I've got to go check water or something. See you all later." So he leaves me juggling tweezers and a wiley little nugget. <br />
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I get her ready for bed, put her down and this whole time I have a massive pounding head ache - I'm convinced it's from heat stroke. Or the near death experience. Or both. Along with the eye twitch. <br />
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So, she's down at 7:30 - HALLELUJAH! I don't remember the last time I put her to bed that early. But I'll just say that because of it, my eye stopped twitching.<br />
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So, I get ambitious, pull out the paint cans, open one, paint a square on my accent wall. Open the other and - WAIT ONE COTTON PICKIN MINUTE!!!! It wasn't MIXED!! Those fanninnilily boys thought that when I walked away, they could too! Without mixin my paint! UUUUGGGH. So, I have to mix my self, do I? So... I do. But it wasn't any fun, let me tell you. Walkin around shakin a thing, talking on the phone to my sister-in-law. Rollin the can on the floor, it get's away from me and slams into my shin. I have a bruise. Itchy can. <br />
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I finally get it mixed, I put it on the wall - look at the accent wall and what?! Wait one caboodley minute! The accent square is cobalt blue!! Or maybe it just looks that way because of the brown walls next to it and under it? Oh man, I don't know. All I know is I can't have a cobalt accent wall. Can't wait to hear what Jaren says when he see's I desecrated his wall. <br />
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So, I need to find a different color for my accent wall - I like the one on my other wall. I have to tape my entire upstairs, get Jaren to caulk along the ceiling because it's not been done in the over 4 years we've lived in the house and I'm tired of lookin like a hillbilly. <br />
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And. HE IS STILL NOT HOME. It's been this way since April. He's got more ground he's running and is trying to get that running like all of the rest of it. There are lots of break downs everywhere, I get it. I get the why, but I'm starting not to care. There get's to be a point where I'm tired of being a single mom and tired of Naomi going 3-4 days a week not seeing her Dad at all. And I'm in a mood. And I died today. And my left eye finally stopped twitching. And I have a cobalt square on my accent wall. And my feet feel 73 years old. And I have a sunburn on my neck. ONLY MY NECK. And my bedroom is a mess. And my bathroom is a mess. And I'm tired. And Jaren isn't home. <br />
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And he gave everyone the day off. He says, "It'll only be 6 hours out of the day. Instead of... 14." Oh. Fantastic. Yeah, I know, someone has to do it - why not the boss? Look, I'll feel better tomorrow and I'm so grateful for all he does for us and everything we have because of all of his hard work. But I miss him. And Naomi misses him. And so when I'm in a mood - like today - I just don't care and I just want him home. Dangit.<br />
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This is the end of my giant rant. Tune in next time for shiny happy people.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-74133913190805607752011-06-17T22:01:00.000-06:002011-06-17T22:01:33.043-06:00Half Marathon VS. 10KI ran in the Teton Dam Marathons 10K last Saturday. Remember last year? I did the half marathon and enjoyed it quite a bit. I had also been running for five months previous and spent 2 and half of that officially training. I was totally prepared. And I laugh at how I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to do it.<br />
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This year, I waited too long to start training. Well, running again because the saddest thing is that I hadn't run for more than 3 weeks strait at a time since I finished that Half Marathon last year. April rolled around and I kept thinking.. <i>one year ago I was running 6 miles without stopping</i>. Then May rolled around and I thought...<i> one year ago I was running 8 or 9 miles without stopping</i>. It was depressing. But, I put off running because I kept thinking, <i>I might be pregnant by June and running would be much harder.</i> So I didn't get myself out the door to run. <br />
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Well, beginning of May came around and Chelsey, one of my friends asked me to run the Teton Dam 10K with her. By that time we had already decided to continue waiting to start trying, so I knew I wouldn't be pregnant. So, I started running again. I had only been running for four weeks by the time last saturday rolled around. What's amazing, is that 2 weeks before the race I was running and had meant to run 4 miles and felt so good I ran 5 and a half. I was so happy that my body jumped right back into it. Then Monday happened (Memorial Day) and I ran 3 miles and felt like poo. Wednesday, felt even worse - Thursday same thing. By that time my throat had started killing so I knew I was sick. <br />
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I never kicked the cold/sore throat (Strep? who knows) by the time the race was and so I ran that 10K (4 miles up hill and only 2 flat/downhill) and didn't enjoy it. I mean... I enjoyed it, I find I really enjoy a race although, I'm not really racing anyone, my goal is to run the whole thing without stopping and hit around a 10 minute mile. <br />
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<b>The results?</b> Last year I ran 13.1 miles with a 10.14 minute mile. This time it was 10.21 minute mile! What the?! I ran less than half the distance and it took longer!!! I realized that I need to do better training, run for more than 4 weeks before a race, <b>RUN HILLS</b> and do interval stuff. <br />
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<b>How did I feel?</b> Like poo. I wished I had gone to the doctor the first morning I woke up with my throat in shreds and my voice gone. I enjoyed the experience but after I crossed that finish line I didn't not feel the euphoria I did last year. Last year I was inexpressibly happy and felt so good that I had accomplished that. I was ready to do it again the next weekend. I smiled the whole day. This year I was like, <i>"Oh, so glad that's over." </i><br />
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<b>Lesson learned:</b> Train, intervals, hills and DON'T GET SICK. <br />
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I also decided that barring I'm not too pregnant or haven't just barely had a baby I will run in that race every year. Even if I am 8 weeks postpartum and only do the 5K. Although, they give you the really nice running shirts if you run in the half or the full. If you do anything else you just get a cotton T-Shirt. So, I'm aiming for the half if not the full (someday) every time so I can get the nice running shirts every time! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are some last years and this years:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last year</span> this was the picture soonest to the finish line. Jaren showed up about 15 minutes after I was done...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhZCwR0BSFJB5vuXk9Gtr0vx3tphvXIf-ul0OsMwXXwX3t5k9UpzAva0fLqjFDyTIGLMbjaosf3W0LQ9JdjJF3BUC-bkUoTIk7-xG4W1i0EdE9akjKs2eztctFHU2LYF1v1momzNIfZ8/s1600/IMG_8034r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhZCwR0BSFJB5vuXk9Gtr0vx3tphvXIf-ul0OsMwXXwX3t5k9UpzAva0fLqjFDyTIGLMbjaosf3W0LQ9JdjJF3BUC-bkUoTIk7-xG4W1i0EdE9akjKs2eztctFHU2LYF1v1momzNIfZ8/s640/IMG_8034r4w.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This year: </span> So he made sure to be there super early this time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlzFZ-jHtmdvjr76d3ggMiURNRfh0AmCo6HQDf5AYP-PocI51eEsGyBtJFIhKyxfKC9VbCkLbk4adPIZBKiPt4JXnEX1uOVuWv9yPGjWjKNs63XLhTdBQYI1U-ZFxU6wbP1RF-44Fu-c/s1600/11-2779r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlzFZ-jHtmdvjr76d3ggMiURNRfh0AmCo6HQDf5AYP-PocI51eEsGyBtJFIhKyxfKC9VbCkLbk4adPIZBKiPt4JXnEX1uOVuWv9yPGjWjKNs63XLhTdBQYI1U-ZFxU6wbP1RF-44Fu-c/s640/11-2779r4w.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Year</span>: (since I didn't have any of him right after wards last year, here is this years)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54P8HC0spSQwgitUF8JUGjhv8Oa-pfrj82pwOwsuhvxWrdAg_9MxZxJz1pZB8jWhjGrn0ccVNY1HR7RI-9BWZLbjb8v-MQQDoqZi-FquZk_JrtJFtb8369wv5E8Nb3PLbnyOafckoTUg/s1600/11-2835er4w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54P8HC0spSQwgitUF8JUGjhv8Oa-pfrj82pwOwsuhvxWrdAg_9MxZxJz1pZB8jWhjGrn0ccVNY1HR7RI-9BWZLbjb8v-MQQDoqZi-FquZk_JrtJFtb8369wv5E8Nb3PLbnyOafckoTUg/s640/11-2835er4w.JPG" width="484" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This year</span>: Lindsey came!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CFRF5uYl3fcq79NApeQqtt1u_0pOaDdJzh_cXD3QMZuIcdWwA6w06_-Ev7gxWPcMBM-1peiYST5XzKeVWwe6FLkjwfhgqQhFy6n_Gdn0adH0hbTJkh4E6Xr3AN7w5J3SAwdyZyTOmK4/s1600/11-2782er4w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CFRF5uYl3fcq79NApeQqtt1u_0pOaDdJzh_cXD3QMZuIcdWwA6w06_-Ev7gxWPcMBM-1peiYST5XzKeVWwe6FLkjwfhgqQhFy6n_Gdn0adH0hbTJkh4E6Xr3AN7w5J3SAwdyZyTOmK4/s640/11-2782er4w.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last Year:</span> I got a medal! I think they only go to the Half and Full Marathoners, because I didn't get one this year. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzvL-N4nTi5a0DQCA3kp0R9CpYWO4hhAaT_zIvX_CY_ktg3r2QZmJJsqhVfqk2TF-iO5BdxAW-lH3XhtpXbitejn1vrH5-IUfdthldkWx-mkOFfkkhBcOcBEOOQjMQBVP9nH4hiwOhNg/s1600/IMG_8089er4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzvL-N4nTi5a0DQCA3kp0R9CpYWO4hhAaT_zIvX_CY_ktg3r2QZmJJsqhVfqk2TF-iO5BdxAW-lH3XhtpXbitejn1vrH5-IUfdthldkWx-mkOFfkkhBcOcBEOOQjMQBVP9nH4hiwOhNg/s640/IMG_8089er4w.jpg" width="426" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Year</span>: no metal :( </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uslejKBuDTtUNEoDzYVgwTdiuRXa0IKkKwD5aIRpwPEP-6fyfVc-6626X6xxHCRG8OFHSkQlS2KCU4pilKhpybIGdGHqqHq4uXMURsOLqaqsPQpVQSmDPcOMEOL6qD_gHb0kY_FKYAQ/s1600/11-2820bwr4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uslejKBuDTtUNEoDzYVgwTdiuRXa0IKkKwD5aIRpwPEP-6fyfVc-6626X6xxHCRG8OFHSkQlS2KCU4pilKhpybIGdGHqqHq4uXMURsOLqaqsPQpVQSmDPcOMEOL6qD_gHb0kY_FKYAQ/s640/11-2820bwr4w.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Last Year:</span> Number</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTmehQ5dNzUcOUaWmrL9vi2jCcB7ckFHRXsG6G4XcgzgPo8K4hOjDe71FLPQ2hPNBAZoigE7jjoWi1lAh73JVR5k9w8um5hlO6QtQlvZU9znSerTOFWDlcAEHTAe8O-ETn4dFnZEpD_E/s1600/IMG_7979er4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTmehQ5dNzUcOUaWmrL9vi2jCcB7ckFHRXsG6G4XcgzgPo8K4hOjDe71FLPQ2hPNBAZoigE7jjoWi1lAh73JVR5k9w8um5hlO6QtQlvZU9znSerTOFWDlcAEHTAe8O-ETn4dFnZEpD_E/s640/IMG_7979er4w.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Year: </span> Number (last years was green (for halfers) this year was orange (for the 10K)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrxlNu4n0lDNT3LWC4kkjbGtduBgtwpTH5ZJ8IDwKbeIfrOWSLTX11qxcX2-RfaGZjhIyw1anmSfNQp-THXr-LafhvUYIpOEcfZ0fHBQ-bVYVjsyb847TniooMlSPFB4V5Qnd88fOITI/s1600/11-2829bwr4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrxlNu4n0lDNT3LWC4kkjbGtduBgtwpTH5ZJ8IDwKbeIfrOWSLTX11qxcX2-RfaGZjhIyw1anmSfNQp-THXr-LafhvUYIpOEcfZ0fHBQ-bVYVjsyb847TniooMlSPFB4V5Qnd88fOITI/s640/11-2829bwr4w.jpg" width="426" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last Year</span>: Family Picture! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiws3PtBnMs06OAnRkLrMfFm29PlGkJJ1KcaLVCxRRpyHcle2f7CjurwD2f67JQb_W89PpOhQB0yGFTNYPIFPfgw4s8skByvnzQYChTFDJHKs3hpUKGIURrLusp_CQrilcn6q_19JM834c/s1600/IMG_8067er4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiws3PtBnMs06OAnRkLrMfFm29PlGkJJ1KcaLVCxRRpyHcle2f7CjurwD2f67JQb_W89PpOhQB0yGFTNYPIFPfgw4s8skByvnzQYChTFDJHKs3hpUKGIURrLusp_CQrilcn6q_19JM834c/s640/IMG_8067er4w.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">This Year:</span> Family!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVT8k3NXSeLJ0Yy2sUHkTiYYimFJKWc3XiwxzUBJUPLtikrs01JEPmE56dQ4OCWC8edLScWqUG9Hk5JuIOMdD-SHWh9M921CZf2yfVDUnWhoJJSbcogFJ3DhbZ_iZnXQbIgTw_3HDq5g/s1600/11-2832er4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVT8k3NXSeLJ0Yy2sUHkTiYYimFJKWc3XiwxzUBJUPLtikrs01JEPmE56dQ4OCWC8edLScWqUG9Hk5JuIOMdD-SHWh9M921CZf2yfVDUnWhoJJSbcogFJ3DhbZ_iZnXQbIgTw_3HDq5g/s640/11-2832er4w.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Last Year: </span> The Nugget</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqk5mULBK1keYoDSc1WS45sdHwiNlmQ1jI1P39QKDj8zffHK2eYOosT25xB3eYw9ztrHZwgVg9YB6rlexjhd0K4XdHZujceapOcjPrZyqdmEicm8a4zsDLse1ABYZPbu2_l7nKfmh7uPQ/s1600/4-7762r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqk5mULBK1keYoDSc1WS45sdHwiNlmQ1jI1P39QKDj8zffHK2eYOosT25xB3eYw9ztrHZwgVg9YB6rlexjhd0K4XdHZujceapOcjPrZyqdmEicm8a4zsDLse1ABYZPbu2_l7nKfmh7uPQ/s640/4-7762r4w.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">This Year: </span> The Nugget!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsBoHEnp2qj8bvTjpcDGtNOZKQuMzrb5LjgysO-O1zsKFB_nK_jx4Ijh1UE6vF2jsBl_FtBJMFD8bwlKlolWx-CR92XPkMXmzL4q20QaBqevzjthwm-l4RBME2btr5Ro5JkNU80RY5bI/s1600/10-2840r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsBoHEnp2qj8bvTjpcDGtNOZKQuMzrb5LjgysO-O1zsKFB_nK_jx4Ijh1UE6vF2jsBl_FtBJMFD8bwlKlolWx-CR92XPkMXmzL4q20QaBqevzjthwm-l4RBME2btr5Ro5JkNU80RY5bI/s640/10-2840r4w.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I just want to leave you with a picture of the year 2030's most beautiful woman in the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX6bNvWyyWsxkYL0PoLODskKtXetYUUQb_YKZgSAinvM05AdV1LImVoY1qg6gfOtjJU-0IwOZnHCmRN90DKylWdCFvcMnthmeN_dFXmzeXUrPzsXUfDKHav7RafKymA0ChvVmkHnt3Qw/s1600/15-2989bwr4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX6bNvWyyWsxkYL0PoLODskKtXetYUUQb_YKZgSAinvM05AdV1LImVoY1qg6gfOtjJU-0IwOZnHCmRN90DKylWdCFvcMnthmeN_dFXmzeXUrPzsXUfDKHav7RafKymA0ChvVmkHnt3Qw/s640/15-2989bwr4w.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-80887570294484547002011-06-02T15:27:00.000-06:002011-06-02T15:27:41.345-06:00GratefulTomorrow Jaren and I are driving to Washington to go to my Grandpa's funeral. I feel like my thoughts and feelings are all over the place. Losing my Grandma a year ago was incredibly hard. Not that I ever worry about where she is, because she's better off than me, that's for sure. But I just miss her. And it was sad for what my Dad lost and what my Grandpa lost.<br />
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When I was 10 my Grandpa (my Mom's Dad) passed away very suddenly to cancer. We found out one day and a few weeks later he was gone. I don't remember a lot about him. I was young, and a girl and he loved to fly fish and took my brother, Nathan out all the time. I don't feel like I ever got to know him - but most of those things are supposed to come later. Right? What kind of a conversation could he have had with a 10 year old little girl? I'll tell you what, especially from me, "I really like Bobby, but he likes Vanessa and I just can't figure it out because we are <i>MADE</i> for each other!!"<br />
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When I was 9 my Grandpa (Dad's Dad) had a severe stroke. It left him having to learn how to eat, drive, talk and do just about everything again. Even though I don't feel like I really got to know him (more than his mental capacity could allow) either I am so grateful he didn't die then. Because the memories I have of growing up and going to their house are wonderful. He was always so excited to see me and ALWAYS remembered me. Even when I went away to college or came back huge (dramatically different than any pictures) pregnant. He had to have at least 2 hugs and made me kiss each cheek :) I would sit and listen to him tell me about "the boys" and "the cows" and anything else that was going on with the farm. For the most part I always knew what he was talking about. He would pull out old photo albums and yearbooks from when he was in high school and growing up. I would sigh and realize I was going to be there for a while (I had seen and heard the stories countless times), but always would enjoy every second of it. It made him incredibly happy to be able to talk about the things he knew and experienced. It was so important for everyone to understand "I was smart" and he would point to his head. He would say, "I had all the ladies, but one, only one... mama" (which was my grandma). She would roll her eyes, smile and say, "Oh, Garn."<br />
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His passing isn't necessarily sad for me. It was time, he was 89. He didn't have the best quality of life and my Grandma was no longer here. All I could think about was how he could be whole again and be with my Grandma. And his Mom, who died when he was 8 months old. I am going to miss him, his company, his stories, his smile, and how he always always told me he loved me. "Oh, I love <i>you</i>" as dramatically has he could say it. I felt special in a sea of over 50 grandchildren, he had to have my picture up so he could see it while he was sitting in his chair. He would point to it and say, "that's my girl" I know all of us granddaughters were "his girls" but it still made me feel special. <br />
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I still really miss my Grandma. It wasn't until I graduated from High School and started working on the farm regularly and would go to her house for lunches and naps that I feel I really built my relationship with her. And she always was so interested in my life. So concerned with who I was dating, were they nice? She was excited to find out that one of her best friends was related to Jaren (his Grandma's sister). And she could find out everything she needed to know about the family. And it was all good, so she told me I could marry him :)<br />
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Thinking about them, about everything I know and the time I spent with them I am left feeling incredibly grateful for the time I was able to spend with them. That I was able to know such wonderful people. That I grew up in the same town, saw them every Sunday and during the week. Grandma came to some of my games and performances. I know not everyone get's to grow up around their Grandparents, but I lived a few miles from one set and 30 minutes from my Grandma. I am grateful for my family, who sacrifice so much without being expected to. My Dad and Uncle who rotated every other night for the last year staying with my Grandpa, helping him with everything he couldn't do so he could stay in his home. Where he was happiest and most familiar. April 14th last year my Grandma went into the nursing home and passed away just over a month later. April 14th this year my Grandpa when into the same nursing home and passed away within 4 days of my Grandma's 1 year date of passing. <br />
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I'm so looking forward to this weekend and learning more about each of them through my Aunts and Uncles. I cherish the stories.<br />
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I hope that I can reach into my 80's and look back at my life and legacy like they did. With a full, happy life. It's hard to say goodbye now, but I know I'll see them again and it's such a great comfort to know that they will be there to greet me when it's my time.<br />
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As soon as I get my external hard drive to work on this computer I'll have some pictures of my Grandma, too.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-31028742218978901122011-05-26T12:06:00.000-06:002011-05-26T12:06:04.597-06:00Lately<ul><li>I've been reading, but not as much as a few weeks ago</li>
<li>I've been working on pictures again - taking and editing and sorting. Feels kinda nice</li>
<li>I've started running again. Decided to train for the Teton Dam 10K. Not a half marathon like last year - I wish I had started training 4 weeks sooner so I could have run that.</li>
<li>I've been surprised and happy how easy it's been to get back into shape. For the most part, anyway.</li>
<li>We've been talking and thinking about baby number 2.</li>
<li>I've been thinking more and more about baby number 2. Maybe I'm ready? Maybe I'm not?</li>
<li>Naomi has been the sweetest thing since her top two K-9 teeth have come in. I knew she was in there somewhere</li>
<li>Naomi has discovered her love for salt and vinegar chips</li>
<li>She still takes 2 naps maybe once a week, but mostly down to one these days.</li>
<li>She is trying to say so many words, I only understand most of them because she points while saying it. </li>
<li>I love it when she says "Mama" The tone she uses :)</li>
<li>Jaren has been working like crazy. It seems every year I see him less and less during farming season. </li>
<li>I've been buying loads of home/home decor magazines and have been cutting out things and writing down ideas because I want to be prepared when the day comes to build. Someday in the next few years. I hope.</li>
<li>I have been making quite a few trips to Twin Falls to see Nathan, Stephanie, Conner and the recent addition - Jayden.</li>
<li>I have also been working on a "Quiet Book" for Naomi for church so she will be distracted enough to stay in Sacrament meeting. I'm tired of taking her out in the hall!</li>
<li>I can't seem to enjoy folding and putting away laundry, but I love my new washer and dryer!</li>
<li>Naomi has finally overcome her fear of the windshield wipers</li>
<li>Naomi has picked up a new fear of yelling/screaming. Any yelling/screaming on T.V. get's a whine and a drop down to the floor with her head shaking "no" over and over till it goes away. Ugh. I don't know where it came from.</li>
<li>I have found running with a stroller is 5 times harder than running without one.</li>
<li>I have felt a bit socially deprived. I miss hanging out with friends. </li>
<li>I have been obsessed with Mindy Gledhill's album Anchor. Fantastic. Beautiful voice. Saw her in concert and it was better live than on the album.</li>
<li>I have been eating loads of dried apples. Yum Yum. My Daddy's dried apples to be exact. </li>
<li>Naomi discovered another love: Red Peppers. To my surprised and delight. </li>
<li>I have been trying to go to bed in the 10 o'clock hour.</li>
<li>I have been trying to decide if I want to cut bangs again or not. I hate that they get in my eyes. I'm trying to decide if I look old without them. </li>
<li>I have been trying to get myself to blog. Hopefully I can do at least once a week, then build up from there. I miss it.</li>
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-49996419966655929062011-02-17T09:33:00.000-07:002011-02-17T09:33:31.308-07:00Vintage<div style="text-align: center;">How old does something have to be to be considered "vintage"?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Back in High School I was at my Grandma's house and my sister and I were trying on my Mom's wedding dress. Turns out she is kind 4 inches shorter than I am so the waist hit at an empire level and my Mom was tiny, and I didn't want to rip the dress. But, in the spirit of trying things on my Grandma brings out one of her Mom's outfits. I often hear how she was always so well dressed and in every picture I've seen it sure appears so.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">But for some reason I didn't try it on. I think I was too afraid it was too small. So, I went home and put it in my closet. I was always sure it was just too small and wouldn't fit me. So I never tried it on.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I have been looking for a nice skirt that hits at the waist and goes down past my knee's. I can't seem to find one. But then I remembered this whole suit set I have had in my closet for the last 7 years. A whole tailored set: suit pants, vest, jacket and skirt. I pulled it out and finally looked at the faded tag. Size 6. What?! Why didn't I look at it sooner??</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">So I put on the skirt and I'm in love.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17nEMeuoBG0M89bEXKK-HkU-DdfbLckGDqkZ7u4oAzss4Ih3e5Aee9LHUO9un7Qz8sR7X-n2FJgDiox-da-np6fRQlu5qdWLpha9um44Ad_8RtIBMOviiqiIsrzyTIC6UxjDJwgGYEcA/s1600/5-9441bwr4w.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17nEMeuoBG0M89bEXKK-HkU-DdfbLckGDqkZ7u4oAzss4Ih3e5Aee9LHUO9un7Qz8sR7X-n2FJgDiox-da-np6fRQlu5qdWLpha9um44Ad_8RtIBMOviiqiIsrzyTIC6UxjDJwgGYEcA/s400/5-9441bwr4w.JPG" width="266" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The sad part? I took it to wear to church over Christmas at my parents house and had just finished changing Naomi's diaper and went to get off the bed and did a bit of the splits and "rrrrrriip". Gasp. Tears. Run around like a crazy person trying to find needle and thread. So, I sewed it as best I could in the 3 minutes before we were supposed to walk out the door. But I still need to go seam rip it again and do it right on my sewing machine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Isn't it beautiful? Well, I think it is and mostly probably because it belonged to my Great Grandmother. She passed away in 2006 and I don't remember a lot of her. She had Alzheimers and by the time she couldn't remember who I was I was around 10 - 12 years old. But I do enjoy the stories my Grandma tells me about her in the nursing home :) And anything I learn about her past. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wasn't she beautiful? I love this picture. And Grandma... I'm sorry I ripped your skirt because I'm stupid sometimes and don't think that some fabrics don't stretch. I hope it wasn't your favorite. Don't worry.... I'll fix it.</div><br />
<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-38661919158665393562011-02-14T20:27:00.000-07:002011-02-14T20:27:57.710-07:00Bucket ListMy friend, Paloma, left a comment on my post below about how a pair of those fantastic beautiful shoes were on her bucket list. It got me thinking.... a bucket list! What a great idea. I'm making one. So here is my first few things (in no particular order) (and some may be done already):<br />
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1. Visit the Harry Potter Theme Park.<br />
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2. Go on a Caribbean Cruise. <br />
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3. Surf in Hawaii (CHECK!)<br />
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4. Skydive or bungee jump<br />
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5. Visit New York City<br />
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6. Eat at the top of the Space Needle<br />
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7. Own a pair of Christian Louboutin Shoes<br />
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And that's it for now! I think this will get pretty long at one point. I can't forget the things I've already done, but should be on there anyway. <br />
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Oh, and <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Happy Valentines Day! </b></span> Jaren came home with chocolates and a dozen, long stemmed red roses that are more beautiful than any that he has given me before. And what did he want for his Valentines dinner? Risotto? Chicken Cordon Bleu? New York Steak? Fettuccine Alfredo? Anything dinnery and something specialy?! Nope. Turkey bacon sandwich. So, of course I smoked up the house and burnt the bacon. But he still said it was delicious and exactly what he wanted. Ahhh, he's the perfect Valentine. <br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-7543372279669907882011-02-09T08:17:00.001-07:002011-02-09T08:26:02.523-07:00If I Had 7,387.49 Dollars<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I would buy these things on my (mostly)frivolous wish list:</b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">$399.00 </span> </b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bose%C2%AE-SoundDock%C2%AE-Portable-digital-system/dp/B000V2FJAS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1297192331&sr=8-1"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bose Sound Dock.</span></b></a> </div>I love music. I listen to it all the time. My daughter is evidence enough since she has been dancing since she was 7 months old and could sit up and bounce/sway/move her shoulders. Currently I am toting around a pair of old computer speakers and my iPod. Works alright, but doesn't have the sound or the look this much prettier choice has. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$164.99 <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Apple-Graphite-Generation-NEWEST-MODEL/dp/B002M3SO0G/ref=sr_1_2?s=electronics&ie=UTF8&qid=1297192677&sr=1-2">16 gig iPod Nano - Pink</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Again, I love music! I am currently using my 4 gig Nano that I bought with 4 months worth of tips back in August of 2006. I paid $250 for it and I can't believe how the price and style has changed. I love this new model since it's perfect for running and I wont have to have the tan-line from my arm band that I have to carry my current iPod in. Not to mention I can get it in pink. Or Graphite since it looks gold and it's fantastic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$695.00 <a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod32850080&ecid=BGCIFroogleFeed&003=5842946&010=X082E&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=X082E">Black Pump - Christian Louboutin</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Since it seems that in any given month I am dressing up in dresses and heels 4-5 times I want timeless staples. And that would be some black leather pumps. I love shoes and when I'm in a dress I prefer heels. Since chances are more likely I'll never be able to afford a pair of these I could settle for the below example.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$89.95 <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/steve-madden-caryssa-pump/3110515?cm_cat=datafeed&cm_ite=steve_madden_%27caryssa%27_pump:299264_3&cm_pla=shoes:women:pumps&cm_ven=Froogle&mr:referralID=NA&mr:trackingCode=8632EF6E-1968-DF11-9DA0-002219319097">Black Pump - Steve Madden</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cheaper, not as luxurious and comfortable and beautiful, but $600 cheaper, so who cares? Me. Oh well, I can dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$795.00 <a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod32500297&ecid=BGCIFroogleFeed&003=5842946&010=X082D&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=X082D">Red Pump - Christian Louboutin</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really like paring red shoes with black and white outfits. I have quite a few black and white outfits. I don't know why the red is more than the black, but if I was ever able to afford the black I'm sure I'd be in the position to afford the red. And they would last me forever - my entire life and then some, right? Would that justify it? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$89.95 Red Pump - Steve Madden</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here is the much, much cheaper (but not as beautiful, comfortable and not even real leather) option. Right now I am using an open toed pump that I bought for $10 back in September of 2006. They have a few scuff marks on the sides but otherwise are alright. Oh, they are horribly uncomfortable. I'm ready for an upgrade. How about a $785 upgrade? I know, stop rolling your eyes. Or maybe you're nodding your head and drooling?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$89.95 <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/steve-madden-russhh-pump/3135695?origin=related-3135695-0-0-2">Nude Pump - Steve Madden</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nude is supposed to go with everything and there are a few things I have that I don't exactly have the perfect shoe for. So, I'm on the market for a Nude Pump. And I really like the look of the hidden platform. Which most of these options have.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$580.00 <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/brian-atwood-maniac-covered-platform-pump/3151907?cm_cat=datafeed&cm_ite=brian_atwood_%27maniac%27_covered_platform_pump:339327&cm_pla=shoes:women:pumps&cm_ven=Froogle&mr:referralID=NA&mr:trackingCode=D9E87A67-0724-E011-AB84-001517B1882A"> Nude Pump - Brian Atwood</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had to. I believe I have a fetish with expensive beautiful shoes the same reason I have one with jeans. They are better made and are more comfortable. They also last longer - assuming you care for them properly. I don't have any of these expensive heels, though. I do have really nice jeans (although I am proud to say I have never paid full price for a pair) and can testify of their value.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$895 <a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod50660044&ecid=BGCIFroogleFeed&003=5842946&010=X0EKZ&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=X0EKZ">Nude Pump - Christian Louboutin</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I know I'm looking for regular timeless pumps, but this is beautiful and I think I'd do it instead of the others if it were ever an option. I think someday when we are ever somewhere where I can try a pair of Loutoutin's on, I will. And I'll blog about the experience. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18weWKEgGwj-Jx2EnzLT5i9u_enmGC4ZPDcYPY1x0e8H96a1gxRlbptzG5laOASr0Yws9qau7sGDuV4_DEgubmHDyGq1uQXQ4vTLmvqfy6r9y7eJFrlY-PhWtdRDZXwe6V77nl6H0ClE/s1600/Canon+Mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRhxf6BCuJ893Xj6yTvnrxBMFXuVChmFeOq5XAhede6JhJgt1CdgIb03yCY4-BhthFnHJRcB274k8-gRHytL5u9KLOd7LnnQvrXMf43amZSG7L5bVp8oTjMX8CBiOdNJZcMADI7Zxc0E/s1600/Canon+Mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRhxf6BCuJ893Xj6yTvnrxBMFXuVChmFeOq5XAhede6JhJgt1CdgIb03yCY4-BhthFnHJRcB274k8-gRHytL5u9KLOd7LnnQvrXMf43amZSG7L5bVp8oTjMX8CBiOdNJZcMADI7Zxc0E/s320/Canon+Mark.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$2,306.50 <a href="http://negrielectronics.com/canon-eos-5d-mark-ii-body-black.html">Canon 5D Mark II</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't even think I have to explain this. But the picture taking quality, the options, the high ISO - everything about it makes it loads better than my scrony t1i. It's a purchase I hope to make in the next year - assuming I can save enough and book enough clients to make the money. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$1419.00 <a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/Canon-EF-16-35mm-f-2.8L-II-USM-Ultra-Wide-Angle-Zoom-Lens/10930650?sourceid=1500000000000003142050&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=10930650">Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8L </a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want a wide angle lens. I wouldn't mind the fixed 35mm as I really love my fixed 50mm, but I want the zoom this provides. I've found that with taking pictures of kids you need to be able to be further away and at a moments notice catch an expression closer up. I would probably buy this before the camera body above - which would mean putting it off for longer than a year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$179.00 <a href="http://shootsac.com/shootsaclensbag.aspx">Shoot Sac </a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Currently I'm using a bulky camera bag backpack thing that I have to take off my shoulder, unzip and pull out the lens I want to use, then change the lenses, put the other back in, zip it back up and put it back on my back. Time consuming and inconvenient and costly since I lose shooting opportunities. I have heard good reviews about this bag -so it's on my list of priorities. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$395.00 <a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod124850001&ecid=NMALRFeedJ84DHJLQkR4&ci_src=14110925&ci_sku=X0R29">Black Studded Boot</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm looking for a black boot with around a 3 inch heel to wear with jeans. I've been on the look out for a while now, but haven't found anything that strikes my fancy enough. These are beautiful and would work great. But if I had $400 to spend on shoes, I'm not totally sure if I would choose these. Although, I would use them more than any of the pumps that are on my list.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>$139.00 <a href="http://www.amazon.com/kindle-store-ebooks-newspapers-blogs/b?ie=UTF8&node=133141011">Kindle</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love love love to read. The library here is found wanting and I can't afford the amount of books I want to read. Since books only cost a few bucks with the kindle I wouldn't feel so bad buying a book that I'm not exactly sure I'd want to read again. Since I re-read books every few years I don't mind buying a book if it's good enough to re-read. The only problem is buying one that I don't want to have in my library and not being able to return it. It's a waste. With this it would be alright.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this, ladies and gentlemen concludes my current lust list. What is on yours?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-81638880738856587852011-02-06T22:43:00.000-07:002011-02-06T22:43:39.811-07:00TherapeutingI didn't make any resolutions this year. I did it on purpose. Well, I thought about it, but I let it slip by, then I was two weeks into the new year and decided "oh well". <br />
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You see, I do really well with one of my 5 plus resolutions all year, but the others fall away eventually. I don't want to be a failure this year. So I decided to not set lofty goals for a whole year. I'll do some as I go and if I don't keep up I'm not too worried. Because a week ore two or a month later I usually pick back up where I left off. <br />
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So, here I am over a month into 2011 and I have decided to come out of hibernation. My hibernating consisted of playing with Naomi, reading, making a headboard, ironing all of Jarens 17 shirts, watching Prison Break, reading some more, cooking, reading again, Naomi, Naomi, sleeping, reading, occasional cleaning, laundry once a week and even more reading. <br />
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I haven't even been taking pictures. What kind of mother am I?! But I have been videoing so don't get your panties in a bunch. Or knot. However that works. <br />
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I decided I'm going to start therapeuting. <i>What is theraputing</i>, you ask? Well, it's doing things that are therapeutic to you. Or ends with the resulted feeling like you've been lying on a couch talking someone's ear off about all of your worries and troubles so you leave feeling elated, light, happy and effervescent. <br />
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Here are my therapies:<br />
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<b>Write:</b> because if you've read more than one post you know I like to talk. You may also know talking makes me feel better. So I'm going to blab all I want here and not feel bad if I don't post a picture or if no one reads. Because I feel better. But I do like comments...<br />
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<b>Exercise:</b> Because I feel free. I love being in shape and shame on me for not keeping up with an exercise routine for more than 2 weeks since JUNE. I started running again last week and as long as I do it 3-5 times a week I'll be happy. <br />
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<b>Clean: </b> the actual cleaning is <b>NOT</b> therapeutic for me. In fact, I really don't care for it and I have to be in a really special mood to get going. But the end result is what makes me happy. And it makes Jaren even more happy than it makes me and that adds to my happiness. Right now my house is disgusting. I'm not going to get it all done in a day - or a week. I'm going to pick a small thing each day and maybe over the course of the next month my house will sparkle. Literally. And maybe even I'll pick up a good habit of staying on top of it all. (Again, I'm not getting my hopes up).<br />
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<b>Naomi: </b> I'm going to take more pictures and video even more. Because she is awesome. And really whiny right now because she is getting 2 pre-molars and 2-4 k-9 teeth. And she is a dancing machine. And blabbers. And I need to entertain her and help her to find more things to entertain her other than Dora, Baby MacDonald and Baby signing time. Not that any of those are bad choices to spend one's time, but I would rather her run around and laugh and play. And I need to get her pooping regularly. Poor thing. It's a good thing she likes Prunes. Oh, AND I need her to feed herself! UGH. AND I need to figure out how to wean her off a bottle because she is quite attached. QUITE. <br />
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So. Here I go.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-2567923522285345572010-12-04T21:51:00.000-07:002010-12-04T21:51:26.576-07:00I Am Thankful For...<span style="font-size: large;">Garbage disposals.</span><br />
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Aren't they wonderful? You can stick your plate right in the sink and rinse it off. Not worrying about food getting stuck in your drain and then the stink. Or cleaning out those drain strainers (which is gross). And you limit the amount of food that you put in your garbage under your sink. Because if after almost every meal you'r scraping your plate in the garbage, it begins to stink. And then every time you go to put anything in your garbage you hold your breath and open and close the door so fast. Except for when you forget and you get a lungful and then immediately push out the air and run away as fast as you can somewhere else.<br />
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Now.... if only I had one.....<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-25584661762775036442010-12-03T16:19:00.001-07:002010-12-03T16:22:33.214-07:00So, We Were Still Snowed InThe next morning I went out and took some pictures of some drifts and the road. I kept looking down the road thinking I was going to get ran over by some trucker going 70 mph. Or at least a snow plow. But none came. Not until around 1:30 p.m. were we even kind of rescued. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqlh0kFA3y7fJS3FABltqqDxCckaNWEApQhUJ4j_F7djbzmZFIT02AOp7U7vH3PezgD8B-EVniLJMoAQmnj8NVc7MW69nJsMwjsSpzLNcKmJbnj9wx0qrJ9D_c9MR-_bJiJrkiui85Z4/s1600/24-9352r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqlh0kFA3y7fJS3FABltqqDxCckaNWEApQhUJ4j_F7djbzmZFIT02AOp7U7vH3PezgD8B-EVniLJMoAQmnj8NVc7MW69nJsMwjsSpzLNcKmJbnj9wx0qrJ9D_c9MR-_bJiJrkiui85Z4/s320/24-9352r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Here is the road. The only reason you can tell is the telephone polls and about 15 minutes before I came outside some nutso had his truck in 4 high and rammed his way through. Lucky for him the snow had settled through out the night - if he had tried that the day before he would have been stuck. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUbNaeTp_C3ZSTirv6JUkXX8N_Jb5Sc5RtSO_oRTSLChriJCjPFns23lJvvY6jkOj5z0gscr8Mjfdf4at9pJqX_ux7fNw2EcdG9Hha3IXsOwFy1hyphenhyphenZg4BAYqKTgG6AXeftLt_3YRd-zw/s1600/24-9389r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUbNaeTp_C3ZSTirv6JUkXX8N_Jb5Sc5RtSO_oRTSLChriJCjPFns23lJvvY6jkOj5z0gscr8Mjfdf4at9pJqX_ux7fNw2EcdG9Hha3IXsOwFy1hyphenhyphenZg4BAYqKTgG6AXeftLt_3YRd-zw/s320/24-9389r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Kind of like the guy that tried after him was stuck for over an hour until a neighbor came and helped him out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5SC1AwZWuiCRVEqp2ytxD9KZegXQQzYoNOg-3hb6HPnqTUFvca16ESsfd3Y3UcMYV1wYaxPpEq25C0FrHTjsEsfEuT3kpGe9iv3xrqfMlO1v4qNSAI_9GSms2g1hndikUTTi9Epvou8/s1600/24-9393r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5SC1AwZWuiCRVEqp2ytxD9KZegXQQzYoNOg-3hb6HPnqTUFvca16ESsfd3Y3UcMYV1wYaxPpEq25C0FrHTjsEsfEuT3kpGe9iv3xrqfMlO1v4qNSAI_9GSms2g1hndikUTTi9Epvou8/s320/24-9393r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, thank you good Samaritan. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm0Ds_RhRO-1WLN2771nHNup2J9BbqhpI_0HnNqHSRVI_sLO9b6fMnYJig2JlifrdyNI8K3rA5Q0RlZNrnVBc2iMJlCLK6AKuyxKyKz_vXaLQ1Eb7MZ014pMRSU3fHs0CcqZrOxpSn0M/s1600/24-9358r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm0Ds_RhRO-1WLN2771nHNup2J9BbqhpI_0HnNqHSRVI_sLO9b6fMnYJig2JlifrdyNI8K3rA5Q0RlZNrnVBc2iMJlCLK6AKuyxKyKz_vXaLQ1Eb7MZ014pMRSU3fHs0CcqZrOxpSn0M/s320/24-9358r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I turned around and this is the road going the other direction. Looks okay for a few 50 feet or so, yeah? I had Jaren walk with me down to the drift you can see all the way at the top of the photo (little grey line).</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aigVXQBtQ0Bscd18sw7dhBO6I3YX9an98Hhl3eRLBmafBhyDydEmSTjR6I7IqnKgKRE4gVol1FTMj8FRLz6BVTbg6wXn1jLvpOIq6s0WL8bvv3GNw5RUJ4Qg_fPoFS87f4EsRXmBH9w/s1600/24-9368r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aigVXQBtQ0Bscd18sw7dhBO6I3YX9an98Hhl3eRLBmafBhyDydEmSTjR6I7IqnKgKRE4gVol1FTMj8FRLz6BVTbg6wXn1jLvpOIq6s0WL8bvv3GNw5RUJ4Qg_fPoFS87f4EsRXmBH9w/s320/24-9368r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I had him stand in front of it. See?! Touches his hiney! Jaren is 6 feet tall. So.. umm.. this one looks to be about... uh... half of that. Maybe.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZdfqrWaZus_IO-y1RDMbIYyH4YL1Ed0wUT60OfOCGCMzEcNFOd_iSGmYiHQ0D3qOZkv8o6-Q3C9Oa1TKUCIM-5pq3CMKAPysqbB85dnMToPBCE-T7DihS8idyqoDoCRUd2qYBUsk9NM/s1600/24-9370r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZdfqrWaZus_IO-y1RDMbIYyH4YL1Ed0wUT60OfOCGCMzEcNFOd_iSGmYiHQ0D3qOZkv8o6-Q3C9Oa1TKUCIM-5pq3CMKAPysqbB85dnMToPBCE-T7DihS8idyqoDoCRUd2qYBUsk9NM/s320/24-9370r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then one of our neighbors rides up on a snowmobile. Talking about the crazy guy who drove on through. We were all shocked he made it. And then... I saw this little guy.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpphQyY_iF0bcSuK6vnaKKYi7e7k55TA77YdGTV0e-N3JULMFpEGSNjSeYdYfwYCPJgsAHraV5RHEZ0UrC6Sme6b4uLrC-UFPMEa9q3B4P-U_DaiKt8zG-j8Afx_J7AeQlg7J309oBMRc/s1600/24-9371r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpphQyY_iF0bcSuK6vnaKKYi7e7k55TA77YdGTV0e-N3JULMFpEGSNjSeYdYfwYCPJgsAHraV5RHEZ0UrC6Sme6b4uLrC-UFPMEa9q3B4P-U_DaiKt8zG-j8Afx_J7AeQlg7J309oBMRc/s320/24-9371r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The poor soul has arthritis. Not to mention the wobbly snow. He lives in the house across the street from us. Come on Buck! I think that's his name....</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKhIXXLRDAOIoxaK0i2V7xus9ZjLN5lRxCJryeqUibDHojkc1s84YcPij2YyAPOXvdHcjDhfmjJD0dOMa7EHdTWwSgeffSsixipF9vTZ3vIQbJ28VTaig6pN69sVDPwvbVk7FzSuz1Jk/s1600/24-9374r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKhIXXLRDAOIoxaK0i2V7xus9ZjLN5lRxCJryeqUibDHojkc1s84YcPij2YyAPOXvdHcjDhfmjJD0dOMa7EHdTWwSgeffSsixipF9vTZ3vIQbJ28VTaig6pN69sVDPwvbVk7FzSuz1Jk/s320/24-9374r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Few, good thing I had some momentum going from going down that giant snowdrift.</i></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSvnEmCejo0d-UEjaYBWxXomFcCwkfLCRVfg-mPYm1LKb_rS_R20pg0iA-6K0BK9-z-AQIOgPGE7ks8GKQ3_Gm8xXKACANPR3wBg8bmYeVDp563BZq57qUpUxPQUbXbROsczVE1tiyw0/s1600/24-9375r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSvnEmCejo0d-UEjaYBWxXomFcCwkfLCRVfg-mPYm1LKb_rS_R20pg0iA-6K0BK9-z-AQIOgPGE7ks8GKQ3_Gm8xXKACANPR3wBg8bmYeVDp563BZq57qUpUxPQUbXbROsczVE1tiyw0/s320/24-9375r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, hey Whitney. Just passin' through. Would you mind gettin' out of my tire track? I'm a little too tired to go off-roadin' today.</i></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMwBco2FLDo9czfy0XAD1XbvMOpgjsIPtPH5mW8mo_ARIT4HL-KqgVWxTVC1Zc10iQlv8jWPBKxWlTACYqt4dbkpQ5lCSZ4IcjENn2MHEpaC2KWhaSdyuz7YvWQAyfVZs8MmFypuJ5N4/s1600/24-9349r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMwBco2FLDo9czfy0XAD1XbvMOpgjsIPtPH5mW8mo_ARIT4HL-KqgVWxTVC1Zc10iQlv8jWPBKxWlTACYqt4dbkpQ5lCSZ4IcjENn2MHEpaC2KWhaSdyuz7YvWQAyfVZs8MmFypuJ5N4/s320/24-9349r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went back to the house. The most shallow parts were probably 3 inches (except the sidewalk) while the deepest was probably 4 - 5 feet?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN-SI6LDYPtnWSpejSm31Xor1J-5Lsug_7NudogrnsYzqfbbm8Wpb8PTJ9-LPGikWFgW51E8Snp-2uaMcBXTiGDMn7nBQvrN88g0GH4pSKvz6CVmyWLDebCtoG3RI6tTkNwDxPSzcWgA/s1600/14-1344r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN-SI6LDYPtnWSpejSm31Xor1J-5Lsug_7NudogrnsYzqfbbm8Wpb8PTJ9-LPGikWFgW51E8Snp-2uaMcBXTiGDMn7nBQvrN88g0GH4pSKvz6CVmyWLDebCtoG3RI6tTkNwDxPSzcWgA/s320/14-1344r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are. During much happier and greener times. When Jaren dug out half of the yard to level it out. You're looking at the same front yard.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSsq0xzn2h0lEI112WPOYsy7oZSQdtxavxDtmhAEYno6p5HaXmz4Puf-ELfkuAIigOmo62D963bfev0EGr9dwatVZPaffepruibt_AIoIM-AJQ1-xXRRrIjdlOBGbG5LpGZCDYomUPlE/s1600/29-7778r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSsq0xzn2h0lEI112WPOYsy7oZSQdtxavxDtmhAEYno6p5HaXmz4Puf-ELfkuAIigOmo62D963bfev0EGr9dwatVZPaffepruibt_AIoIM-AJQ1-xXRRrIjdlOBGbG5LpGZCDYomUPlE/s320/29-7778r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we had new grass. New pretty green grass that Naomi was too afraid of. She really didn't like touching the grass. It was too pokey. </div><div style="text-align: center;">See how there are railroad tie's behind her? That made quite the nice drift spot.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY5t6n9rRKsFbwzo7PyAxrolVQX1ZD13r4R4_-Nbbch4BY8TuzdxlnJCJaPdjV2F8deh_nATLGvwNdvvJak-s-7tYmbIIsXKYhmEZrMMCVYVzWjIVJ0HhXGTbv6PAmU3lM23uQqElacI/s1600/24-9345r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY5t6n9rRKsFbwzo7PyAxrolVQX1ZD13r4R4_-Nbbch4BY8TuzdxlnJCJaPdjV2F8deh_nATLGvwNdvvJak-s-7tYmbIIsXKYhmEZrMMCVYVzWjIVJ0HhXGTbv6PAmU3lM23uQqElacI/s320/24-9345r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Into the backyard/sideyard we go. Where I dropped the exposure a little again so you could get some better dimension to this giant pile.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeLejdGqyD4dQXE6rboauRLhnN47KEVO56gkHhXIJ9tLZyqm7LdI-c22MsQBZhJaihd8KEFlACdVvPxnw4ze-rLSWXFzBiCH7jlx-ZoEsHXgEC5FSUvcE5vJS-abPxyKSgcUJAvUNpLE/s1600/24-9378r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeLejdGqyD4dQXE6rboauRLhnN47KEVO56gkHhXIJ9tLZyqm7LdI-c22MsQBZhJaihd8KEFlACdVvPxnw4ze-rLSWXFzBiCH7jlx-ZoEsHXgEC5FSUvcE5vJS-abPxyKSgcUJAvUNpLE/s320/24-9378r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">But then I would rather have Jaren stand by the post so you could see just how tall it was. Even though he was 5-6 feet in front of it so the scaling was a little off.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBeo-Y-4296n4dZ31G8gmbCL5lj8LAaeQ0xW5nETujuJbPQc_b_9_VfIw6ykbuAZTlZXTPcCPrY1GPEBpeInm7h-XEyXI203RGlqaK4w35pRZ0jIfBHZPL4Wm92pp-hdbwFgsHMH1Y-E/s1600/24-9382r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBeo-Y-4296n4dZ31G8gmbCL5lj8LAaeQ0xW5nETujuJbPQc_b_9_VfIw6ykbuAZTlZXTPcCPrY1GPEBpeInm7h-XEyXI203RGlqaK4w35pRZ0jIfBHZPL4Wm92pp-hdbwFgsHMH1Y-E/s320/24-9382r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So in I come. All ready for a winter's walk. Like I can do any better.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Keep in mind this is all from just 2 days of snow. And a whole lot of wind! I really didn't expect Thanksgiving to look like Christmas.</div><br />
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The two pictures below were taken on the same day in the same spot. One was around 11 a.m. and the other was around 3 p.m. Which is why the lighting is so different. <br />
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Other than those things - can you tell me what is different?<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss82/wkr/ResizeWizard-1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" />Whitney Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076894476570457181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613486379907269268.post-12718766197736695622010-12-01T20:01:00.002-07:002010-12-01T20:40:50.057-07:00That Time We Were "Snowed In"One week ago yesterday. So, last Tuesday we were technically snowed in. A giant blizzard had hit Monday and the wind blew and blew and blew and it snowed and snowed and snowed for over 2 days strait.<br />
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I decided that was the day I really wanted to see Harry Potter. We had tried to go once before. Saturday, the day after Jaren's birthday but after Nae woke up at 10:30 p.m. vomiting giant amounts of whatever was in her tummy over and over again we decided we had better stay home. Don't worry, she was fine after we changed her and let her take turns sleeping ON (she wouldn't sleep in our bed) us. Needless to say we didn't sleep much. Or at all. Well, I did when Jaren had his turn because I brought out my own pillow out to the couch. J-boy did not.<br />
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So, when you have plenty of big giant tractors at your disposal you can go anywhere!<br />
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We just decided to go 2 miles to his parents house, where we would drop Nae off, and borrow their SUV. Because from their house (closer to civilization) the roads are a bit better taken care of.<br />
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I took lots of pictures...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_jD-T7AzsMtF5qG3f0ysIxHZiruXQVWyiXL2mLgm0xU9J7fVOyHK-URhMEqqr5KszOQjlM6NYN1wpwAds9jyfZdzb-IGschk5KWzBb4vgOn0BR5ZepDAOV7TgAcanPQdpsLXYBUkWhM/s1600/23-9320r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_jD-T7AzsMtF5qG3f0ysIxHZiruXQVWyiXL2mLgm0xU9J7fVOyHK-URhMEqqr5KszOQjlM6NYN1wpwAds9jyfZdzb-IGschk5KWzBb4vgOn0BR5ZepDAOV7TgAcanPQdpsLXYBUkWhM/s320/23-9320r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I floated down this river with my Young Women girls this summer and suffered from a 1st degree sunburn. Sigh..... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr0xes_Nu2wRQINdZ85pvLMl4ywlzwsgqX6OGGTfOdvxuHqODRJLDXVfKHxQNjpUtq07DZqSGqgwEdxvUY3wV8jYKpO181vxzv2QADDsQDOgFXmYjBeycAxyphIWcwIAH9gaJBDD7gIc/s1600/23-9329r4w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr0xes_Nu2wRQINdZ85pvLMl4ywlzwsgqX6OGGTfOdvxuHqODRJLDXVfKHxQNjpUtq07DZqSGqgwEdxvUY3wV8jYKpO181vxzv2QADDsQDOgFXmYjBeycAxyphIWcwIAH9gaJBDD7gIc/s320/23-9329r4w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the closer we got to town the better it looked! It usually does.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnm46rMxvjuemRAkP1j9aVIOYwmWgbJLUmZlaoroyzIh3wrmjkKfEKHBVw4PBaXcl_ci5Cu6vKBBHb6L63ypovIUaLr7dN2no6xgQQjiajG3UgcWNcWLZjQOk4d-ER-u72yJE1E169rI/s1600/23-9337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnm46rMxvjuemRAkP1j9aVIOYwmWgbJLUmZlaoroyzIh3wrmjkKfEKHBVw4PBaXcl_ci5Cu6vKBBHb6L63ypovIUaLr7dN2no6xgQQjiajG3UgcWNcWLZjQOk4d-ER-u72yJE1E169rI/s320/23-9337.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The long awaited tasty delicious Cardne Asada. It's probably my most favorite Mexican concoction ever. I kick myself often when I realize I grew up in an 80% (or something like that) Hispanic town and never learned how to make this and the rice!! I think I'll call an old friend and see if her mom will teach me over Christmas.</div><br />
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</div>I'll tell you what I thought of the movie. It was the first Harry Potter movie that I walked out of happy with how they took it from the book. There are only two things they left out that I wish they hadn't. I don't want to spoil it for everyone... even though the 2 parts aren't that big of a deal. Ok, don't read the next paragraph if you don't want to know what is left out...<br />
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1. Dudley and Harry's goodbye. I liked what Dudley said to him, and that Harry wasn't hated by him. I'm a sap.<br />
2. The poster's in Luna's room. Why didn't they show them? The pictures of Harry and his friends with the word, "Friends". Again... I'm a sap.<br />
Both of these things combined would have taken all of 4 minutes. And then I would have been 100% happy with the movie! Instead I'm just 97.5% happy.<br />
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And also, on the way home we passed a truck who thought he was way too cool for the 3-4 foot drifts and plowed right into one. He was stuck. Poor guy. And also again, when we were within 100 yards of our driveway we hit a particularly unruly giant drift that the tractor almost didn't make it through! And also again again, Naomi loved the tractor ride. Talking and singing the whole time we were bouncing and being thrown around. Silly girl.<br />
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Tomorrow I'll post pictures I took the next morning before the plows came. I know you're all on the edge of your seats!<br />
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