Thursday, April 24, 2014

Family Pictures

As part of Karen's wedding day we snuck some family pictures in the gorgeous backyard at Peter's house. We're talking streams, ponds, beautiful outbuildings (including a chicken hotel-it was amazing), huge flowering trees, and a drool-worthy garden. It was an incredible little sanctuary, and the perfect place for a wedding. Not to mention, a sneaky photo shoot. 


I'm rolling my eyes at the "Pinterest" shot. Very funny husband.


Shoot, I married a handsome man!



The wedding day was perfect. I'm so proud of Karen. She really had the right focus, and was the epitome of a happy, beautiful bride. Best of luck you little love birds! Welcome to the family, Peter!

Monday, April 21, 2014

A Controversial Post...Most Likely.

WARNING: there is weird, some may consider witch doctor/voodoo, content below. In an effort to document this whole process, the story had to be told. Read at your own discretion.

Our first 5 months of prenatal visits were to a nurse-midwife clinic at the University of Utah Hospital. There. I said it. Recently our insurance changed to an entirely new network. *sigh* In a nutshell that meant I had to find someone else to deliver my baby.

Well, there you have it. A clean slate. Prenatal do-over. I'll be honest, I wasn't sold on the nurse-midwife thing. I think I liked their philosophy. The U of U is a teaching hospital. That totally freaked me out. Strike one. I had students (very nice ones, but still practicing students) poking and prodding. I felt like I didn't have a lot of control over who was in the room with me. Not cool for a control freak like myself.

In a nurse-midwife practice there is no guarantee who will be on call during your delivery. This didn't bother me, but in preparation for the unknown the clinic encourages appointments with a different midwife every time. I didn't think this bothered me either. I really liked each of the midwives I met. But I wasn't building a real relationship with any of them, and I felt like it was my first visit every time. Strike two.

One of the students had really cold hands. Strike three.

So, I'm not loving my prenatal care and now I get a do-over. Okay, I'll take it. New insurance is no picnic, but not exactly the devastating scenario it could have been.

Our final appointment at the U of U was the 20-week check and ultrasound. We met with a midwife that I now refer to as the Queen of the Gypsies. She was remarkable. I heard she sleeps in foam curlers every night. She's incredibly passionate and engaging. She is a professor of nursing at the U, she volunteers in Mexico, she champions women's research studies, and she graduated from Yale. Duh, she's amazing.

I told her my concerns and our situation. "Walk me through the basic differences between a nurse-midwife and an OB," I told her. She spent over an hour with us and was a serious fountain of knowledge. I feel much more educated about my decision.

If you're wondering, this is what she told us:
1. A nurse-midwife is a trained labor companion
An OB will be there when you're ready to push. The nurse-midwife shows up when you do. They are trained in labor process and pain management, including epidurals if you choose.
2. A shift schedule shows lower birth complications
An OB can rush or start labor. Because the nurse-midwives are on a shift schedule, there is no need to change or hurry the natural labor process.
3. You choose your labor/birthing position
Fetal monitoring was introduced so you can be monitored (usually while you're laboring on your back) by someone outside your hospital room. Research shows that monitoring the fetal heart rate at regular intervals is just as effective as constant monitoring. The "Hollywood style" labor (lying down in a bed) cuts off circulation to the baby and causes an irregular heartbeat. Regular vs. constant monitoring allows you to labor in your chosen position. When given the choice, women almost never pick the bed.

Husband and I talked about it later and he mentioned that before we started learning about some of this stuff, he would have considered the whole concept of nurse-midwives a total crock of hooey. Following our visit with the Queen of the Gypsies we felt more informed, confident and optimistic. So here's to that whole knowledge is power thing, the Cottonwood Women's Center, a healthy birth and a second try for nurse-midwives.

Half Way

So technically I'm 24 weeks and 6 days today. I hope the title of this post is not any sort of indication of real life. I would rather not be pregnant for 48 weeks, thank you. Here's my view on day "half-way."




We celebrated the half-way mark at The Chocolate with Steve, Terri and Dana. It was so fun to mark the milestone. Most of the evening was spent drawing out maps of Steve and Terri's property. But how is that not fun when done over chocolate cake?! Also, if you dream of The Husband like I do, don't ever change your order last minute. Nothing else ever tastes quite as good.

What? No Pants.

If you can't tell from the title or the following pictures, I am largely un-amused by the frequent elevation in my body temperature. I feel like an ape-gone-crazy when I get too hot. Doesn't matter the outfit, I am wearing too many layers, too many articles of clothing in general. I loose it. 

On this particular day, I even considered my necklace a layer. GET. IT. OFF. I'm pretty sure the temperature gauge in my car said 68 degrees. Maybe 72, it's hard to remember. Either way, I have a long ways to go this summer if those kinds of temperatures had me striping. Oh yeah, stripping? That happened. I got into my car to drive home and all my clothes just seemed too hard. I shed my pants in a hurry and started my drive. I didn't even notice if the view into my low-to-the-ground car was causing a stir. It just felt too good to be wearing less clothing.



















Don't even worry. All you have to do when you get home is pull into the garage and shut the door. Pants-less privacy from point A to point B.

Wedding Bells

Thanks to the United States Army, Karen and Peter had a mostly surprise wedding last week. They got married on 04/14/2014, maybe one of the most adorable anniversaries ever, right?! Peter asked Karen to marry him one month and 5 days before they tied the knot. He got his orders and an 11-day leave 5 days before the ceremony actually took place. The way everything came together was absolute magic and I'm over-the-moon happy for them.

The Invitation-sent ferociously through every channel of digital media within our reach
Overnight, half of what was meant for the bouquet looked like this. Gulp!
JR earns husband of the year for all his help, which included calming a panicking pregnant woman over a wilted bouquet. Yes, cook. I'll kiss you everyday!









Monday, April 7, 2014

Snoogle

One of my pregnant-for-the-third-time-so-she-knows-all-the-tricks friends was telling me about the Snoogle - an amazing pillow for pregnancy. I don't know why, but every time I say that word, Snoogle, to husband it makes me bust up laughing. Sleep is a kind of a big deal at our house, so we've been talking about Snoogles a lot lately. There've been more than a few late-night bust up laughing moments.

Also, for the past week I've had a nasty cold. I can't take very much of anything to feel better, so a friend at work brought me some essential oil to try. The remedy includes swishing the burning hot oil (there's cinnamon or something that makes it spicy hot) around in your mouth and then swallowing. Of course this provides a prime opportunity to attack. You better believe every time my mouth was full of swishing water, JR would say "Schnoogle" at least 15 times.

I got him back a few days later while I was swishing. I sent him a text with my picture and one word. Here's the picture. I bet you can guess the word.




Friday, April 4, 2014

Dear Michael Blake

Michael Blake,

This is your mother. Listen up. You might start getting these letters a little more frequently as we get better acquainted. Don't go all teen-angst on me just yet. At least let me get through a few of these first.

Until a few weeks ago, you have not been a completely registered reality. It has been fun to test drive strollers with daddy, and think about paint colors for your nursery, don't get me wrong. I've learned that I hate the shoulder fold-over onsies and eventual mommy-hood has opened my eyes to 1,001 new things to worry about. But with almost no pregnancy symptoms, and hiding you from the world for the first four months, you just haven't seemed real.

I've been filling my life and what's left of my brain (you've taken a lot of that) with facts about pregnancy; finding answers to why my body is changing in such strange ways. I've cried because I'm getting fat, and I've cried because I can't sleep. I've even cried from laughing too hard.

I guess I have always known that you are the reason for all these changes and tears and worry and trivia. But my relationship with you as a little person who will soon be a big part of my life has never made it much past what this pregnancy stuff is doing to change me. Until lately...

When I think about being your mother, and when I feel your little kicks (when aimed at my organs instead of my belly I can feel you like an electric shock through my whole body) and sing to you (leaving out any suggesting lyrics, of course) or when I pray for you and plan the ideal future for you, pregnancy becomes much more than a list of quarks and the newest milestone to blog about. In these moments, I become more of your mother, and you become more than just the reason my body is changing.

You already have a place in our hearts and it's changing our little family. My sweet little boy, here are a few of my wishes for you:
  • Love God first
  • May you be confident and kind, and always know how much you are loved
  • Learn to be respectful and a true gentleman
  • Be as loyal as your daddy and always be tolerant of others
Love,
Mom