Owey

What's owey you ask? One word, engorgement. That's all I have to say about that. Oh wait, no it's not! I have told B that when he runs things there's a long list of things he needs to change. The list includes, but is not limited to: the length of pregnancy, the fact that you have a baby, but still have contractions whilst your uterus shrinks. That you now have a sweet little baby, but still look like you're pregnant, thus the need to still wear maternity clothes even though you're NOT pregnant. Let's not even talk about the hormones that are totally out of control and cause one such as myself to have random two or three minutes of uncontrollable sobbing even though I'm not sad. Needless to say, engorgement also makes the list. It truly is awful and lasts far too long. Looking on the bright side it makes me realize that I truly NEVER want to have huge "milkers" if you will. I can't imagine spending good money on making them big when they just get in the way, cause back pain and make you look oddly proportioned. All I'm saying really is that engorgement truly is a terrible experience and I wouldn't wish it on an enemy!

Daddy's make it better

For the last few days, M hasn't felt very well. Last night it peaked. I knew she didn't feel well when I had laid the baby down for a nap while she was going potty. She came out and asked where he was, found out he was taking a nap and burst into tears because she had wanted to hold him. I told her to come sit on the couch and let me love her. She sat on my lap, laid her head on my chest and cried and cried. I asked her if she was ok. She said yes, but just kept crying. She did say that she didn't feel very good, but she didn't have any symptoms at all. She cried most of the night and couldn't sleep. I was feeding the baby his bottle at ten and could hear M in her bed just crying and crying. B walked into her room and told her to come out with us. I went and laid the baby down and came out to find this. Sometimes all a girl needs is her daddy. Daddy can usually make everything all better. She laid on his lap for a long time and they watched a movie together. As we put her back to bed she said that she still didn't feel totally normal, but she felt better. Daddy's are miracle workers just by being around!

A case of the cleaning bug

Yesterday B got a case of the cleaning bug. He wanted to clean out the garage. I'm not saying that I mind at all. It was awesome actually! I've been thinking for a long time that I need to pull everything out and sweep it out. I thought about doing it almost every day when I would see the little lizard's that had died and their bodies were left behind. But as we all know, I am really lazy and sweeping out the garage was not a huge priority. Anyway when B said that he was going to clean it, K got all excited to help him. He pulled out the brush that is supposed to be used to scrub the lanai, and used it first as a push broom and then as a mop!

He said that he was going to go over it twice, but the cleaning bug that had infected B left before K was done. So, B said it was time to be done after K had gone over the whole thing once. Having the garage floor swept and mopped is pretty awesome and I'm glad that it was someone else that did it and not me!

He's here!

There truly are no words to express how happy I am to not be pregnant any more! This here is BKB. He weighed 7'2 and was 18 1/2 inches long. He is a really good baby and even did a five hour sleep stretch last night! I was so excited about it that after I fed him and put him back to bed, I couldn't sleep!

 M is so happy that he's here. She had her heart set on a little girl. I asked her if she was disappointed that he was a boy, she said,"a little." But that was before she got to the hospital and held him and saw him. She LOVES him. She wants to hold him all of the time. She loves that she can feed him his bottle. This morning she fed him before she left for school. He spit up all over her shirt. She looked down and said,"GROSS!! Daddy take him! I have to change my shirt!" It was pretty funny!

K is so "escited" That he's a boy. He really wanted to have three boys in our family. My heart does feel a little bit sad because I think that K is having a pretty hard time having the baby around. He doesn't act really different, he's just off enough that I think he's struggling with it. The first night the baby was home from the hospital was a really bad night. He didn't fall asleep until 5:30 in the morning. It truly was a really long night. Anyway, the next day I told K that we should take B back to the hospital and let them deal with him during the night. He got all excited and said,"You're taking him back?!" I felt really bad. Hopefully when B's a little bit older, K will like having him around.

This is a picture from when K was born. We were still at the hospital and B was holding him. All the sudden he said he felt a really warm spot, he moved K and had been peed on! When I changed his diaper it was basically dry. It had gone out around the diaper and got B instead! I died laughing. I thought it was so funny! Well the other night B was holding B and said,"Oh man! I feel the same warm spot I have felt before"...

It had happened again! I laughed so hard I had a coughing fit. I love that it's on the same side and spot as when it happened with K. Truly, I am so so happy to not be pregnant any more. I am so thankful that he's here and that he's healthy!

Let's go camping!

Last weekend was our Stake Father's and son's. This was the first year that B took K. K found out they were going the Sunday before. He talked about going camping with daddy all week. He would randomly look at me and say,"I am so escited about Friday!" When I would ask why he would say,"Because, I get to go camping with daddy!" On Friday we got the lantern out and put batteries in it. It is the coolest lantern I've ever seen! B got it for Christmas from his mom. All the sides of the lantern can come off and you can carry it around so you have your own light. When I showed K the lights came off, his mouth fell open and I'm pretty sure tears of joy came to his eyes. He said that he hoped that C was going. I told him that he was going and that he and B were actually going to ride in their van with them. K started jumping up and down and then ran in little circles because he was so happy. He's really loud anyway, but when he's excited, his volume gets even louder. He shouted,"I am going to give C one of these lights. He'll have his very own and I'll have my very own! I am so escited!"  

I love this picture! I am so happy that B remembered to take a picture of them. K was so happy that he got to ride in the van with C, he was so happy that they were sleeping in a tent, he was so happy to be with daddy and have a boy's night!

What's not to love about this picture?! B said that K was so excited to let C use a part of the lantern, that he handed it to him basically as soon as they got to the campsite. There was a group of older boys playing catch with a football. K and C wanted to play too, but they didn't want to put down there lights. So, they just ran after the boys dragging their lights behind them. I would have loved to see it! K called me at 7:45 to tell me that he and C got to sleep in the same tent and that they were going to bed. I've never heard a little kid sound so excited to go to sleep! When they got home the next morning I asked him if he had fun. He said that it was so fun! Throughout the week he would look at me and say,"Remember how we had a boy's night and you and M had a girl's night and our boy's night was more funner than your girl's night?" When I ask him what made his boys night so fun he said,"We went camping! Camping is more funner than a wedding dress show!" I am so happy that B didn't have to work and was able to take K and that they had such a great time!

All girl

M  l.o.v.e.s. to have her hair curled. I couldn't use a curling iron if my life depended on it. In fact, I don't even own one. Anyway, when we went to Utah last summer for my little sisters wedding, my older sister told me about these cool curler things. Although we've had them since June, M discovered them only about a week ago. She has asked every night since if I will put them in her hair so that it will be curly for school.

The cool thing about these is that they smash when you lay on them. So they don't hurt to sleep on.

 K wanted his picture taken too. If we're being perfectly honest, I'm a little surprised that he didn't ask for curlers in his hair too!

 This is what they look like the next morning when we take them out. The only bummer thing is that her hair doesn't hold curl very well. Even when I put gel and tons of hair spray, her hair still goes flat by the end of the day.

But, she loves it in the morning and although she won't admit it, she loves when she goes to school and her teacher tells her that she really likes her curly hair. I love that they are so fast and easy to put in and that I don't have to do her hair in the morning!

It's a miracle!

On Monday my darling older sister called me. I could tell that she was pretty upset. She told me that our dad was on his way to Utah Valley Regional via ambulance. He had slipped and fallen three weeks before and hit his head. He had fallen on black ice. He had gone to the Dr, but was told that everything was fine. Last Sunday he had gotten a really bad headache that got even worse on Monday. So, he had gone to the hospital where they had done a CT scan. There was a big hematoma(pool of blood on his brain). Now, one doesn't need to be a medical person to know that having blood on one's brain is not great. She told me that she would call us with any updates. She called two hours later and told me that the ER Dr had told them that the Neurosurgeon would probably want to do the CT scans again to get an update. He had just started a case in the OR and would be down to see my dad when he was done. My dad was admitted to ICU where they were waiting. I, in no way profess to be medical. I was trying to remember when B worked on ICU and when he would come home and tell me stories about things of this nature. The only thing that kept coming to memory was that it's bad no matter what, but it's really bad if the patients speech is affected. I asked my sister if dad could still talk normal. She told me that he could, but sometimes the wrong sounds came out or it would take him a really long time to be able to answer the question right. He could still answer yes and no questions. She told me that they were still waiting for the Neurosurgeon and she would call back. She called again two hours later and said that the Neurosurgeon had just left. He told them that looking at the recent CT scan it showed old blood along with the new blood. So, when he fell three weeks ago, the bleeding probably started. He said that he wanted to do surgery within the hour. He told them that he would drill a hole in his skull, place drains to drain the blood and hopefully that would fix the problem. By this point my dad could no longer answer most questions. If he did, the wrong word came out. Like when the Dr held up his thumb and asked what it was, my dad said thug. Now, I tease my dad because he truly is old. I tell him that his social security number is 1. That he went to high school with Moses and Noah and other things of this nature. But I kind of imagine him living forever. Of course I know that he'll eventually die, but I don't imagine it happening in the near future. When I got off the phone with my sister, all I could do was pray. I hated that we were so far away and that I couldn't go be with my mom and siblings as they waited for dad to be done with surgery. I hated that we weren't there to see him and tell him that we love him and that we're praying for him. I hated that if something happened, I don't know if my Dr would let me get on a plane and go to Utah being this pregnant. I just really wanted to be with my family. It made it even worse that B wasn't home to calm me down. Add on top of that, the offspring totally refused to eat dinner and I'm huge and pregnant. All the above made me sit down and just cry and cry. M and K just kept staring at me. Of course I had told them what was happening with grandpa, but they didn't get it. They didn't know why we were saying so many prayers and why I was still crying. My sister had told me that she would call us when he was out of surgery. I tried my best to stay awake until she had called. I lasted until 11:55 but then I just couldn't do it any more. Thankfully, she called at midnight! She told me that the Dr had just left. He had told them that everything went well. He said that my dad's brain hadn't handled the surgery very well, so they had put him on anti-seizure medicine. He will have to be on that for awhile, but other than that, it went well. He said that dad would have to be in ICU for the week and then they would transfer him to the neuro floor for awhile. The Dr told them that he hoped that dad would be able to talk again. All of us were just thankful that he had made it out of surgery ok. I called on Tuesday to see how he was doing. My mom said that he was doing amazingly well. He was talking and even trying to be funny by saying things like, "The reason I'm not in pain is because they have a saying, no brain no pain!" She said it was a night and day difference from the day before. She called us yesterday and told us that they were home from the hospital! He didn't even go to the neuro floor, he got to leave right from ICU. He was sent home with a walker because he's a little unstable and he can't be left alone for another week, but he's home! What a miracle right?! I know that the picture is tiny, but I think he looks awesome with a bald head! I think this was right before surgery. 

                                                                    
                                 
This is his CT scan. You don't have to have any medical training to see the blood on the right side of the scan. The blood was pushing on his brain and causing it to move to the left. That's bad. I am so thankful that there are smart Dr's that know what they're doing and that we live in a time where he can have surgery on his brain, drains placed, head stapled shut and still be home the same week. Miracle's happen and my dad's one of them!