Summer in a nutshell

As you can imagine, our summer plans were pretty much shot. We had a little trip planned for each month that had to be thrown out the window. By the time August rolled around, poor B needed a break so bad. He had worked all day all summer and then had to come home and take care of four people and dinner and clean the house etc. etc. etc. I just kept praying that we would be able to pull the PICC line out soon and that I would feel ok enough to still be able to do our little trip that we had planned for the end of August. I don't remember what day the PICC line got taken out, I just know that it was before we had planned to leave town. The little's had earned a free ticket to Silverwood amusement park by reading 100 hours for school. Silverwood is about 2 hours away from us and so we started our trip going there. Little B loved it! The little kid area was awesome and there were no lines so he and I hung out there almost all day. He would run from ride to ride.

While he was living it up in the little kid area, B had taken M and K to ride a big roller coaster. We didn't tell them that there was an 85 foot drop and that it went almost 60 mph. We thought it best to leave that information quiet. 

When they got off the ride and came to the little kid area I asked them if they had liked it. Both of them said that they did, but there was no way they were going to go on it again. We feel like there wasn't a whole lot to do unless you loved the big roller coasters or were small enough to still like the little kid rides. Poor M spent a lot of the day hanging out with me just watching K and little B ride on rides.

When K found out that there were bumper boats, he could hardly wait to ride them. I didn't realize that they would be able to squirt each other. B said that little B wanted to be in charge of the water gun and he would get mad at B if he tried to help him with it. I could hear K laughing from across the pond as they had an epic water gun battle.

There was a log ride that all of them were able to go on. Thankfully the line wasn't too long and no one had time to get too nervous and back out.

See that drop behind them? We thought for sure that little B would freak out as they came down that, but he didn't. I know that M looks like she hated it, but she didn't. She says she didn't know that I was taking a picture. I guess me standing there holding the camera and saying, "smile!" wasn't a good enough clue that a picture would soon be taken. Anyway, this ride turned out to be a hit and they went on it more than once.

When we lived in North Carolina, we went to the amusement park there and K saw that they had bumper cars. He was truly heart broken when he found out that he was too short to ride them. To say that he was excited about being tall enough for the ones at Silverwood would be a gross understatement. He was willing to stand in line for 45 minutes to be able to do the bumper cars.

 These cars were a surprise to us. We stumbled upon them as we were walking to another ride. Both the little boys couldn't wait to have a turn. M and I waited for them and thought that they would ride together. We should have known better. Of course K would want to drive his own car.

Little B was not about to sit in the backseat while K drove. He is too little to reach the gas pedal, so B pushed the pedal and little B was able to steer. We had a great day at Silverwood and the boys can't wait to go back.

After Silverwood we went to Montana to see my sister,  T and her family. I love to see our kids play together. They are all close in age and love to hang out together.

I love this picture! T is one of the most laid back people I know. I only remember a couple times of her getting into a huff while we were growing up. She and I can talk and laugh until we're crying. I really thought that it was totally normal for the kids in our family, while growing up, to climb up in the top of the quonset hut and throw little pebbles through the holes onto the cars that were parked and the people inside were making out, on the lake road below us. It was so funny to hear the little pebble hit the windshield or the roof or hood of the car and see the people's heads whip around to see where the noise was coming from. When I tried to talk to T about it, her eyes got big and she asked if I really did that. When I told her yes she about died laughing. She's so saintly that I guess she never did it. It must have just been me and my younger brother, B.  Anyway, I loved being at her house and being able to hang out with her. 

They live about 40 minutes outside of Glacier National Park. We took advantage of them living so close and spent a day there. It's so beautiful! Our kids loved hanging out together.

There are so many beautiful waterfalls and hikes to go on. We all loved being there.

One of the days we were at their house, they took us to a swinging bridge. It was truly terrifying. There was a sign that said five people on the bridge at a time. I was standing there waiting my turn. People got off at the other end, so the group I was going with started across. I was praying the whole time that the bridge wouldn't snap and send me plunging to my death. We had only made it out about five feet when I looked up and noticed a man large in stature starting across the bridge from the other side. As he walked, the bridge started to sway back and forth. I was staring at him like he was a lunatic, because, clearly he was! There were already five people on the bridge. Why did he start to come across?! When he passed me I had to turn sideways so that he could get by. Our five year old niece has no fear and as she walks across this thing, she basically throws her body around to make the bridge swing. What's wrong with people? Just seeing the bridge sent my into an almost hysterical state. Then there are the maniacs that can't count to five or that throw their bodies around to make this death trap swing on purpose. It's not great. That's all I'm saying.

We left their house after a few days and went camping. We had rented a little cabin instead of using our tent.

Staying in this little cabin has forever ruined tent camping. This. Cabin. Was. A-mazing! It had air conditioning and a heater. It had bunk beds, but the bottom was a queen and then it had a futon. So, the fellas shared a bed, M got the top bunk and B and I took the bottom.

There were lights and a table inside. We were able to play games inside at night instead of outside fighting off bugs. We didn't start to bake in the morning like you do in a tent. It was truly a wonderful camping experience. What made it better is that we were the only ones in the entire campground. I had no idea that having an entire campground would fill me with so much joy and happiness, but it really did.

There is a lake at this here state park. Since we were the only ones at the campground, we got to use the dock all day without being in anyone's way.

We found these awesome tubes at Goodwill and these two loved floating around in them. The water was pretty cold, so it was really nice for  them to have something to hold on to.

He wanted nothing to do with full body immersion. B did try it one time hoping that he would get used to it and like it.

This was the result. Not great. Little B was very content to sit on the dock next to me and splash the water with his feet. 

We only camped for two nights and then headed for our last destination. Our final stop was Joseph, Oregon. It's a cute little town with a beautiful lake in the middle. Our plan for Joseph was to see what was there.

We rode the tram to the top of a mountain. At the top we got out and walked around the little trails that were there.

We found a spot where the chipmunks would eat out of their hands. I know that we shouldn't feed wild animals but, it was so cute that we couldn't help ourselves. 

After our tram ride we walked across the street to a miniature golf course and went golfing. 

We loved when this young buck walked onto the golf course. K started laughing and told us that the deer must want to play golf too.

We ended the day by stopping at the lake and throwing rocks in. Our little trip went by too fast and it was hard to come home and get kids ready for school. Even though most of the summer was a total bust, we had a great week together and made so many good memories!

I'm sorry Doctor, what did you say?!

I have thought about this post for a long time. Wondering what to say and how to express myself without sounding awful. I don't know how to do it, so here goes nothing. Folks that read this that are under the age of 12, Cass, I'm talking to you, be warned. Even folks over the age of 12 be warned. I have been told that I say what comes to mind and that's not always a good thing. If you don't want to read on about a certain medical condition we are currently going through, then stop reading. It all started back in April. I just didn't feel that great. I wasn't sick sick, I just didn't feel super. I remember one morning when I went running and I truly felt like my legs weighed a thousand pounds. I made it about half a block before my inner battle of stopping or keep running started up. I only ran three miles that day and really thought that my life was going to end before my run did. It was awful. I was also having pain in body parts that shall remain unnamed. I  talked to B about the pain and he said that usually that kind of pain means pregnancy. I told him I already knew that but I had Essure done six weeks after little B was born. For those of you that don't know what Essure is, it's a permanent form of birth control. There are metal coils at the end of my Fallopian tubes. Scar tissue has grown around the coils, turning said coils into a plug so that nothing can get by. We were told that Essure is as effective and having my tubes tied without having to have surgery. Essure makes it so there's a 0.01% chance of pregnancy and it could be done in the Dr's office. Enough textbook talk, back to the story. By the third week in May when I still felt crappy and was still having sore body parts, I knew it was time to take a pregnancy test. I love the dollar store for so many reasons. One of them is that you can get pregnancy test's for a buck! I bought it, came home and took it and burst into tears. I am sure that you can imagine the results. I called the Dr and through tears told the sweet little secretary that I had just taken a pregnancy test and it was positive, but I had Essure done three years ago. I told her I was sorry for crying, but I was freaking out. She told me that the Dr would want to see me and asked if I could be there in 20 minutes. I said yes, loaded up little B and the extra kid we were watching and went to the Dr. He told me that they needed to make sure it wasn't an ectopic pregnancy, that the baby was in my uterus and not my tube. He didn't think I was far enough along for an ultrasound so he had me go to the lab and have blood drawn to check some kind of level. He told me they would call me that afternoon to let me know if the numbers were high enough to mean that they could do an ultrasound. Of course this was happening on the day that my parents were flying in for K's baptism. B was at work when I took the test. I didn't want to tell him in a text so I was waiting to tell him in person. I had to fake feeling good when I got my parents from the airport. Smells are really bad for me when I'm pregnant. Everyone and everything stinks. My parents are no exception. Hugging them was really hard because of their smell. Don't misunderstand, they aren't hobo's or anything like that, I just can't stand smells. Even B smells awful when I'm pregnant. It's nothing personal, that's just the way it is. Anyway, I got my parents home to our house and we did lunch. The Dr's office called saying the numbers were high enough so I needed to be back at three to do an ultrasound. I still hadn't had a chance to talk to B yet, I was on the verge of tears, I didn't feel good and everyone around me smelled disgusting. I told my mom that I had had a Dr's appointment before I picked them up. She asked what kind of appointment. I lied and told her it was just a check up. I know, I know. Telling my mom a lie is awful, but I needed to talk to B before I talked to her and I still didn't know if it was even a viable pregnancy. Anyway, I told her that they had goofed on some labs, so I needed to go back in. I asked if I could leave kids with her and dad and go to the appointment. She said yes and off I went. While the lady was doing the ultrasound, the Dr walked in. He stared at the screen and said,"There's a baby in your uterus." The room was totally silent and he said,"How does this happen?" I said,"There is a moment of pure insanity, and you have sex." Both he and the ultrasound lady laughed. I wasn't laughing. He told me he knew that, but how did I get pregnant? I was in total shock and didn't have anything to say. They Finished with the ultrasound and I was walking out of the office. The Dr patted my shoulder and said,"I want to congratulate you on your amazing pregnancy powers." I just shook my head and left. Right then B texted and told me that he was done with work. I called him and told him that I was just leaving the Dr's office. He asked which Dr. I told him and he asked why I was there. When I told him he said,"Are you serious?!" I said yes and there was a long pause on his end of the phone. Shock is a good way to describe it. After a minute he asked how we were going to hide it from all the people that were coming that weekend for K's baptism. I told him I didn't know. He told me he knew that as soon as I saw my sister, T, that I wouldn't be able to hide it. He knew that I would start to cry when I saw her and that she would know what was going on. He was right of course. She walked into our house, saw me laying on the couch and said,"What's wrong? Are you pregnant?" I burst into tears and it was all over. I hate being pregnant. Truly. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. We were supposed to be done with three. Little B is old enough that we can go on vacation and we don't need to worry about his naps or packing ten tons of baby gear. We had summer all planned out with vacations once a month to see family and do our own things too. Now I knew that I was going to be spending the summer on the couch. I hate the feeling of knowing that our kids were going to be neglected because I can't take care of them when I'm pregnant. I can't take care of myself. I hate that B has to work all day and then come home and take care of me and the kiddos. I hate that I can't take care of my family. No cooking or cleaning or holding them when they get hurt or just need attention. No sleeping in the same bed with B because he smells too bad and I can't stand when he moves. Instead I am tied to the couch with either a feeding tube or a PICC line just trying to stay alive. I feel like it makes our kids grow up so fast because, if they want something to eat during the day, they have to get it themselves. I do try and help, but have no energy. I tried to brush my teeth one time after I had thrown up and I couldn't hold the toothbrush because I was too weak, the toothbrush was too heavy. When people tell me it's in my head I want to scream at them that they're insane. Why would I choose that?

I know it's not the best picture, but it's the only one we got of the day I got my PICC line. I was 7 weeks along and had lost enough weight that the Dr wanted to do something. The dietitian wanted to do a feeding tube but B told her that I throw them up, so she agreed to the PICC line. They kept me overnight to get everything set up with the pharmacy so B could get the supplies and be my home health nurse.

B would come home from work and draw up the stuff to add to the TPN and then hook up the PICC line. The PICC line took 14 hours to run. So, it started in the afternoon and then B would turn it off the next morning before he went to work. 

One day I had to do another ultrasound. I don't remember why the Dr wanted one. Anyway, the ultrasound lady freaked out when she saw me. She said that I needed fluids and that I needed to go to the hospital. I said I was fine and that I just needed to go home. She insisted that I needed fluids so she had my friend who had driven me to the appointment take me to the hospital to get fluids. I tried telling them I just wanted to go home. I was overruled and ended up at the hospital. My Dr was out of town, so another Dr approved the fluids and they hooked me up. While I was getting fluids a nurse came in and asked if I was ok. I told her I was as good as can be expected. She asked if I ever had thoughts about hurting myself. I told her no. She asked if I ever thought about hurting my kids. I told her no. She said ok and left the room. She came back a few minutes later to tell me that the social worker was going to come in and talk to me. I told her that would be swell. The social worker came in and told me that she heard that I had a suicide plan all written out and was wanting to carry out my plan. I was so shocked that for a minute I didn't know what to say. I have no idea where she heard that. I told her it wasn't true and she started drilling me on what I do all day. When I said that I shower, she asked why. I kind of looked at her weird and told her, "because I can't stand my own smell, so I shower everyday." She said,"Oh that's good. Usually people who are really depressed won't shower, so that's really good that you get in the shower." I told her I wasn't depressed, I just didn't feel good. She told me to keep telling her about my day. I told her that what I do all day is throw up. That's it in a nut shell. After a minute she said,"Ok, I don't think you're depressed. I think you're just really sick and throw up all day. Here's my card and if you feel like you need someone to talk to, you can call me." I told her thank you and as she walked out the nurse walked in. She said that the first bag of fluids was gone. She asked if I just wanted to take the second bag home and do it there. I felt like I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I told her yes and we left. We don't have an IV pole, so B put a nail in the wall and hung the fluid in the nail. The TPN in in the pink bag behind my head.

Every Tuesday I had to go to the hospital and have the dressing around the PICC line changed. Since B was at work most Tuesdays, ladies from our ward would take me to the appointment. One Tuesday morning a nurse came into the room and asked if I was feeling any better. I told her maybe a little. She kind of laughed and said,"Well you sure don't look any better." I'm glad she's a nurse because clearly her people skills are amazing and she knows exactly what someone wants to hear. 

B was able to pull the PICC line out after I had had it for 8 weeks. I wish that the PICC line was magic and made it so I wasn't sick once it was out, but no such luck. I am sick the entire pregnancy. The worst part is over. I feel so much better than I did earlier on, but I still feel crappy. I imagine what I'm feeling is like normal morning sickness. I'm nauseous all the time, nothing sounds good to eat, and I'm always tired. Some days are for sure worse than others. People have asked me how I feel about another baby. For a long time I was in denial. I just kept waiting for the Dr to tell me that there was no heartbeat, that the baby had died. At one appointment the Dr told me that because of my advanced maternal age, there were a lot more risks for birth defects and problems. I told him that this wasn't planned. We didn't plan on having any more kids. We didn't want an almost four year gap between little B and another baby. We thought that we were done. For awhile I was really mad that I was pregnant. There isn't a lot about being pregnant that I like. Ok, I can't think of anything about pregnancy that I like. My mom tells me a lot,"at least the baby is worth it." I'm going to risk sounding totally awful but,  I have a really hard time with newborn's. All they do is cry and not sleep. They don't care who's holding them as long as the person holding them is bouncing or walking. They don't care who feeds them as long as they're getting food. I worry a lot about postpartum. I had a really hard time after M was born. It was a really dark time in my life and I wouldn't wish those feelings on my worst enemy. I will say that as time has gone on with this pregnancy, I don't feel mad anymore. I just wonder why it happened. I know that I shouldn't wonder because there's no answer but, I do. I wonder why it happened when it did. If it was going to happen, why didn't it happen when little B was younger so there wouldn't be such a big gap? I could probably come up with a million why questions but there's no point. Our kids are super excited and have name suggestions almost every day. I am to the point that I am excited for another one, once we're past the newborn stage. As we all know, time will pass, we'll all adjust and I'm sure we'll wonder how we ever thought our family was complete without this little baby.

       

The time has come

After receiving some nearly life threatening threats, I've decided it's time to update the 'ol blog. I have thought about updating it about one million times, but I feel like I don't have anything to say so, I read a book instead. Speaking of books, I am trying to plow my through the Fablehaven series. The lady in my ward that said she loved them and gave them to me to read is a die hard fan of the books and their author, Brandon Mull. I honestly feel like the books are never going to end. I am finally on the fifth and last book. I was so happy to almost be done with them so I could return them to her and with a clear conscience, tell her that I had actually read them. I was at her house for some reason one day and she asked me how the reading was going. I told her that I was almost done with the fifth book. We talked a minute about the books and all the sudden she was handing me another series by Brandon Mull called, The Beyonders. I told her thank you and took the books but, truth be told I have zero desire to read said books. The problem is I judge books by their cover and the books look so so stupid. Not like, oh those look stupid but they might be good. Nope, they just look stupid. I have found out that I don't like books about dragons, fairies, unicorns, wizards and demons. I don't have the heart to tell this, stand in line for three hours at Comic Con to meet the author, owns every book Brandon Mull has written including character guides so you can see a picture of what every character in the Fablehaven series looks like, lady in our ward that I'm not a fan. Instead I will read the books and return them to her. I had to take the written driving test in this lovely state in order to get a driver's license here. I imagine I like Brandon Mull books about as much as I liked reading the driving handbook. It's not great is all I'm saying. Maybe if Fablehaven was one book I would like it. Five books about the same thing is just a little much. Trying to see the silver lining here, at least I now know that reading Harry Potter is totally out of the question. Eight books about wizards?! I think I would rather have toothpicks shoved under my fingernails. No thank you! Anyway, I didn't intend to blab on and on about books, I just get too easily distracted. Once I was in Hobby Lobby and I saw a sign that said, "If I had a dollar for every time I got distracted, hey! let's go for a bike ride!" Oh man how I wish I had spent the $10 and bought the sign. Anyway, let's see here. The last time I wrote I believe the time was upon us to get new floors installed. Some of you may not know this about my sweet little hubby but, he has a really hard time making decisions. When we went to pick out the flooring, he had to go back several times to look at the same flooring samples. And that's after we had already brought some home to see how they would look in our house. Picking the carpet was no different and even after he picked the kind he liked, we left the store and he still wasn't sure if he was happy with his choice. I told him maybe we should go back in so he could look at the other ones again just so he could make sure he was happy with his final choice. He said he felt stupid going in again because we had already gone back so many times. Instead he had me call them and tell them that we wanted to change our minds and go with the other carpet that we had looked at. When I called the guy and he found out who I was and that we were changing our minds, he just started laughing. If I remember right, the first time we went in to look at the flooring was last September. B finally picked the flooring he liked at the end of April. No lie. We set up the date for the carpet guys to come and start taking out the tile and the nasty old carpet. The guy that showed up brought his very young son to help him. I know that I'm old but, his son looked like he was about 12. I was surprised when the dad left his son to do all the work. Ok, not all the work, just most of it.

 Here is the young squire hard at work. I truly had no idea that taking up tile took so long and was so loud. We had asked if there was any way we could donate the tile to Habitat for Humanity and in a very nice way they told me there was no way. He said when you take out tile, it gets smashed to smithereens. Well, he didn't use the word smithereens but, he could have and it would have summed it up perfectly. It took them two days to take out this tile where the wet bar had been. Then it was time to lay the new carpet. 

Here's a reminder of the before picture. I wish I had gotten a better shot of the wet bar but, you get the idea.

Here's after. No wet bar, new paint and carpet. I think it looks awesome! B talks about getting a ping- pong table or one of those indoor basketball games like they have at Chuck E. Cheese but, I love that it's so open. That the offspring can run around acting like hooligans with no risk of falling and hitting their face on a ping-pong table or basketball hoop. We'll see what happens. Anyway, the carpet guys finished downstairs and moved upstairs.

It was so loud that little B and I tried to stay out of the house. We played at parks, went to Costco and played at the scooter park. If we were home, we hung out downstairs. I don't remember how many days it took this young fellow to break up the tile and then scrape off the backer board, but it felt like it took an eternity.

I know it looks like there's still tile down, but that's just the backer board. He broke up all the tile and then took a lunch break before he cleaned it up. The amount of dust that was covering every surface of our upstairs was truly amazing. It was even dusty inside the cabinets that had been closed the whole time they were working. It was crazy.

Laying the wood down. Wouldn't it have been so awesome if I had gotten a picture of them laying the carpet too? Too bad I thought of that tonight as I was typing. Rats! 

Here's a before shot. Don't judge the mess. I didn't think about getting a before shot until we had already started to move things to get ready to paint before the floor went in. 

Here's the after. New paint, carpet and wood makes a big difference. We have big dreams of redoing the cabinets and counter tops, but those will have to wait. We are so happy with our floors and if you ever want to see them in person, you're more than welcome to come!