Blonde moment

And the silver spoon.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Josh's girls...

We're home and having a great time bonding! She is the cutest baby ever and also the sweetest and the best! Poor Josh, spoiled with all these women in love with him! And don't think he doesn't love every minute of it!

Friday, June 27, 2008

Update from Liz

I'm sure you may have heard by now that I had some complications to delivery. So, here's what I've been told... there's more to the story, I'm sure, but my mind's still a bit foggy...

My blood pressure went up 30 points in one week, so they sent me in for some lab work to see if I had pre-enclampsia (forgive the spelling, I'm not going to check right now). And those results
came back positive. Then remember that freak auto-immune disease I picked up in college? Idiopathic Thrombocytopennic purpura? Well, my platelet counts came back at 125,000, which is low, and a bit lower then what I've had all pregnancy. So, they decided to start the induction process on Monday. Tuesday morning, my blood pressure was still high when they started the petocin (again with spelling)... So, they put me on magnesium sulfate for the blood pressure and had me laying on my side. When that wasn't working, they told me I needed an epidural and then I started having bad reactions. They took me off the epidural for me to push, and I made an effort for 2 and a half hours, then they tried the vacuum for a contraction, but that wasn't helping. So, I had what amounts to an emergency C-section. I reacted very poorly to the new epidural; and this is where things start getting fuzzy... I'm not sure medically why this happened, but my blood pressure was too low to keep me awake, so they put me all the way under after I gave Mallory a kiss and they gave me a breathing tube and other interventions (I think, but am not sure)...

At any rate, I'm doing much better, and Mallory was a trooper the entire time; her heart rate was up throughout the stress and she didn't have any problems what-so-ever!

God protected us, and I was told by several people they were praying for me... people who didn't know I was in labor that day! So, thanks for praying!



PS. I'm not supposed to be upright unless I'm feeding her, so I'll keep in touch as best I can after a week or so!

PS2. When everyone says what a blessing it is that moms forget what labor, childbirth, and recovery are really like, I would have to agree. I really don't remember much about what happened after the decision for a C was made, except for seeing her dark hair and giving her a kiss. And when all is said and done, that is a true blessing. And I would have to say that even if I did remember, Mallory is definately worth it!


We just got home and I'm sure Liz will post later but I wanted to post a couple pictures since I have recieved many requests.

Here I am only minutes after I was born. Daddy thinks this is the best of the bunch. I still have that eye goup in my eyes but it went away. I look so very cute but I'm starting to get cold.

Here I am in my new outfit and car seat. I'm so very tired after the long ride from the hospital.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

This week in the life of baby…

SHE is born 24 June 2008
7 pounds 15 ounces
19 1/2 inches long
black hair, blue eyes and mommies nose.

Mommy and baby are resting comfortable while dad is cleaning up the house, sending email announcements and posting a blog to let the world know of this great day.

Pictures are forthcoming as soon as daddy brings the camera back from the hospital. But now daddy is going to get some more sleep, he needs it.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

June 22, 2007

Yes, 2007. Actually, let’s back up another week… Cousin Rachel’s bridal shower… Peder drops Rachel off at the shower, and I tell him the most wonderful event known to service man kind… “Josh called me from Q8.” And Peder smiled. I continued my good news, “And if I don’t hear from him for 24 hours, that means he’s on the good side of Q8.” Then I made a fuss over Rachel.

The day after Rachel’s shower, Granny died. Soldiers returning from duty should not have their homecoming marred by sad wives, and so, I continued on with my sign making and yellow ribbon hanging. That Monday, I get a call from Bangor, ME. Bangor, ME, was the first American Dirt Josh stepped on.

But, back to June 22, 2007…. It was Granny’s funeral. And we were flooded with emotions. Dad was right, the hardest thing about stuff like that is leaving the cemetery. We had a very good reason to leave, however… we had to go to Grand Rapids, MN, because the next day Josh would be released!

Josh and Fish’s signs were in my trunk. We had a camera to provide visual evidence to Fish’s folks (who couldn’t make it) that their son was indeed home. And we were ready to start reintegration.

It’s been a year now since Josh has been home. If I learned one thing about Minnesotans it is that they think “Post Traumatic Stress” or “Just fine.” There’s this middle ground called “reintegration” where most soldiers and their families hang out for a while. Josh’s first three months were rough. Not impossible, but rough.

An example… Josh’s Mom, God bless her, is not a list person. When I go to the grocery store, there is a list, and it is divided into sectors of the store where I can find a particular item. I’m not quite as good as my mom, who has things by aisle, but I’m at least to quadrants. List people are pretty good with reintegration because they can leave their soldier home with some tasks on a list and the tasks will get done. Rodger that. We met Josh’s Mom in Sioux Falls where she was attending an HUD conference with her friend.

So, the next day, our mission was to drop my car off at Josh’s step-sister’s house and then go to the ranch where we would spend time with the family and pick up his truck. So, we got up in the morning, packed the car, ate breakfast, and ran errands. Running errands was not on the mission task list.

And one would think that Josh would completely understand, having grown up in Rapid City, that Sioux Falls has stuff that you can’t get in Rapid, so you just stock up when you have a chance. And, besides, it isn’t like we were operating under Liz’s family rules, we were operating under Josh’s family rules, rules he grew up with. And the rule is, no list. Eventually, we head towards Josh’s step-sister’s house with more undocumented stops along the way. And Josh’s knuckles are getting white on the steering wheel of my car. And when we get to our first documented destination, we found no one was home and their very steep drive was being completely repaved, and there is no way my Saturn was getting up the mud, and so, Josh, being the good soldier, turned around, got gas, and some water for our journey thinking his caravan was following. But, his caravan didn’t follow. So, we went back, explained that we had decided to take the Saturn with and that we should just forget about parking it and head towards Mitchell where we would be eating lunch.

After Josh’s mom spent more time on the phone trying to find the reason behind all of the obstacles not realizing obstacles are bad, she lead the way off to Mitchell. And, then Josh said, “She’s driving like a terrorist and she is not a good caravan leader.” Well, she was driving like she usually does, which is just fine, and Josh also thought that I, and about everyone else, drive like a terrorist. So, we called ahead, said we were going to pass them, and all was good in the Caravan the rest of the way to the ranch.

Is this PTSD? No. Josh had spent two years in a highly structured environment and if structure was not followed, lives were lost. Josh has a wife who craves structure, which made some things easy. And we were in an environment with people who do not crave structure. Is Josh still like this? Well, on occasion, sure, when there is a trigger moment. But, had this entire thing happened now, Josh would have felt comfortable enough to “leave the caravan” and tell his mom, “Liz and I don’t want to run errands, so we’re just going to go on ahead to the ranch, give our regrets to the step sister and family.” But, under the training Josh was still operating under, you don’t leave your caravan.

Why am I saying this now? If I mentioned all of this then, it wouldn’t have been the funny little story it is now. And Josh and his mom talk on the phone at least weekly, just like before, and Josh is more civilian then soldier at war. Perspectives have changed. Josh’s reaction to all of this was normal, considering his training and experiences in Iraq. And his training reflexes have died down considerably. When I tell a story about reintegration now, it is so other people understand that there is a learning curve between war and peace.

The tough pill to swallow is reintegration. The good news is, within one year, God, through the Minnesota National Guard’s reintegration program, gave me back Josh, who is now a college student, getting the best grades he has ever, and who is ready for home ownership and ready to hold his first child any day now. Is Josh back to normal? We can never reclaim the past; but I can say that life is better then it was before he left in the first place.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The question every man should answer…

“Honey, do you love me enough to take me with you in case flesh eating zombies are the inevitable end of the world?”

Frank from Putting out the Fire points out that we Lutherans don’t have to fear being Left Behind, just flesh eating zombies .

Nothing says, “I love you, honey,” like protection from flesh eating zombies, or a nuclear bomb shelter. And Josh reassured me that he does love me enough to build me a nuclear bomb shelter and protect me from zombies. And then he offered to prove it by offering me a tummy rub. Yup, that comes in second to the whole zombie protection thing… a late term tummy rub.

Don’t forget…

Keep your eyes on Pianomomsicle and Finding Guppy .

New discoveries…

So, last night, Josh and I went out to eat. And on the way out of our driveway, I noted a splash of color along the side of the house, a nice magenta color. When we returned, I was pleased to find a peony bush to the side of the house (and also one in the back)! We also have some yellow irises by our mail box.

There are some fun and not so fun things about foreclosures. Granted, Josh and I really haven’t had horror stories about our house that some people have; we’ve just had to do normal maintenance like things. But, we’ve also discovered fun things, too, like the flowers.

I can’t wait until I can get myself up off the ground unassisted so I can putter and tend to my flowers.

As an aside, even though our yard is bunny haven, they have stayed away from the irises.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

This week in the life of Baby…

We “turn” 39 weeks. So that means my “due date” is June 26th.

The comment section to this post would be the appropriate place to place ones guesses on date, weight, and length. For those who wish to guess and have *all* the insider information, last week’s (Thursday’s) ultrasound had Baby measuring at 7 lbs, 7 oz, plus or minus 18 oz and at 38 weeks plus one day. I’m carrying completely out front. I was carrying high, but now Baby is low. And Baby’s pulse was 150 at my check up on Monday. Baby is also still moving quite a bit; never taking more then 10 minutes for the 10 move fetal movement count. And, no, I will not post a belly shot on the blog for those who request such in order to guess.

Based off of King’s excitement…

One would think KG has a championship ring . Oh, wait! He does now!

Must be nice to be a Celtics fan. But not as nice as it is to be a KG fan.

As an aside… Baby woke me up just in time to see the last three minutes; and it was good.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Ah to live in Duluth...

There are a lot of benefits to living in the Minneapolis Area, but I tell you what, sitting on the side of ones bath tub with ankle deep ice water makes one long for putting ones feet in Lake Superior. But I'm too far along to stray so far from my doctor and hospital. Sigh.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Dog Saliva?

From Katie's Beer ...

Aparently, Dog saliva has healing power ... No, actually this does make some sense... Tim the Ranch Dog regularly cleans out One Eye'd Kit Cat's eye socket and said Cat has lived a long life as a ranch cat and is still a rather successful hunter.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Ultrasound results...

Well, today I "turn" 38 weeks, and I had that ultrasound that was ordered to see why I was measuring so big. The best answer we have... doctor's error. Baby's head still measures normal. Baby measures at between 6.5 and 8.5 lbs right now. And all seem to indicate that I'm 38 weeks and 1 day. Baby is snuggled right in my pelvic bone, so any time Baby gets really uncomfortable, Baby will come.

Let me tell you something though, even though the technology is pretty good, much better then when my mom had ultrasounds for my sisters and me, we couldn't see the coolness of the technology because Baby is pretty cramped, and to get a profile shot, I'd have to have my hip bone removed.

So, did we find out? Not officially, but I think I saw. Josh knows my guess and we'll see if I am right... in the next two weeks or so.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

This week in the life of Baby…

Tomorrow we are officially at 38 weeks. So, here’s the scoop…

At my 37 week appointment on Monday, we found out that I was measuring at 42 centimeters. (After week 4, wombs measure a centimeter per week pregnant.) And this was a six centimeter growth since week 36…

So, I have a late term ultrasound tomorrow just to make sure everything is OK.

Either my clinic or the hospital system I’m delivering with has this policy that they don’t induce until 39 weeks without an amnio. I have the follow up appointment on Monday, and by the time they order an amnio I’ll be at 39 weeks.

What I’m saying is…

My good friends Kara from Finding Guppy and Pianomomsicle will be getting calls from the hospital. King from SCSU Scholars will be getting the e-mail either Josh or I send later. And of course, Scotty will find out pretty quickly after the event. So those are good blogs to be checking out for those who want to be in the know right away. I’ll try to post this weekend and after Monday’s appointment.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

This week in the life of Baby…

We’re at week 37 tomorrow. I am getting uncomfortable, experiencing mood swings, and shunning unnecessary activity unless energy presents itself. Baby has dropped a bit which makes breathing and coughing easier, but I’m getting heart burn.

I had a spurt of energy so Josh and I purchased the few things we had left… Baby monitor, changing table pad, baby tub, a baby grooming kit (comb, brush, thermometer, etc.), a baby bouncer, diaper bag, and a couple of new mom related things that I will spare my male readers, but won’t spare Josh. Just the way it is.

I put Baby’s clothes away in the dresser and organized it… top drawer has newborn stuff, middle drawer for later stuff. I’m only “missing” one thing (or three things, depending on how one counts it). And in the next couple of days, I’m going to pack my overnight bag.

Fun blogging…

First off, Kara from Finding Guppy has a great idea for Preggo-Margaritas . And I agree, it makes absolutely no sense calling them virgin margaritas.

Second, the Pianomomsicle had a great weekend read about it . She is truly one of the best personal bloggers ever.

Third, from Kara, again, though she didn’t post it on her blog… The Lutheran Song .

Forth, the Jonses have some fun pictures .

On inney belly buttons…

Your belly button is a scar remaining from your umbilical cord. Some people have inney belly buttons and others have outey belly buttons. I happen to have an inney belly button.

Something pregnant women notice when they begin to “poof” is an inney belly button acts very much like the turkey thermometer. Just as when the turkey is done and its thermometer pops out, when the baby is near done, mommy’s belly button pops out.

And so, my “baby thermometer” is popping out, and I noticed something unusual, the one time I could crouch down a little to examine what is really in a belly button. I have scars for two holes at the bottom of my belly button, evidence on how neat God made things. You see, umbilical cords have an input vein and an output vein. And I have the scar for each. Just something I never really thought of… you know, how umbilical cords really work and what kind of scars they leave behind.