Look at them now!
8 years ago
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Guess where we are going?!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
She sure loves him
Bridget sure loves her daddy.
She is always staring at him.
I don't blame her.
He's hawt!
She is always staring at him.
I don't blame her.
He's hawt!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Summer!!
Well I think it is finally safe to say
summer is here!!
That means it's time for swimming, fun at the park,
and lots of sun!
We had a family reunion at the pool and Shara
was brave enough to go down the wimpy twirly slide.
She just had to do her sunscreen herself.
A few days later we decided to hit up KOPFC for some more
fun in the water.
Logan of course had to go off the platforms.
summer is here!!
That means it's time for swimming, fun at the park,
and lots of sun!
Sis showing off her handstand.
We had a family reunion at the pool and Shara
was brave enough to go down the wimpy twirly slide.
Sitting up of course, it would have been way too fast if she laid down...
She just had to do her sunscreen herself.
She missed a few spots...
A few days later we decided to hit up KOPFC for some more
fun in the water.
Barbies?! What? Silly girls...
Logan of course had to go off the platforms.
Last time we were here he burst an ear drum while jumping.
I was really hoping we wouldn't have a repeat.
Bridget and I hung out with Landon a few days later
and could not stay cooped up inside so we headed off to the park.
Do you think he likes her? Ha!
I love summer.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Little brother (#2)
Park graduated earlier this month. Yay!!
I didn't have to work so Bridget and I headed up to the U
to cheer him on.
It was not too fun sitting through the 2 hour
graduation...
I didn't have to work so Bridget and I headed up to the U
to cheer him on.
It was not too fun sitting through the 2 hour
graduation...
Gotta love that green and gold!!
But it was worth it to see my not so little bro walk
across that stage and see just how much he has grown.
His BFF Mat graduated as well.
I am just so proud of those boys! Good job!
I am just so proud of those boys! Good job!
Love ya little brother!!
Go Cougars!! :)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Faces, pt. 2
I love Alex's funny face.
But I love so much more the look Bridget is giving him.
I have taught her well.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Pics with Meg
My buddy Megan got a fancy new camera and
has just been *itching* to take pictures of a super
cute baby.
So as soon as I finally got my super cute
baby home she came over to shoot away.
B decided to have one of her rare grouchy
moments.
I was worried she wouldn't be able to get too many
good pictures.
So glad I was wrong.
I love photo shoots.
has just been *itching* to take pictures of a super
cute baby.
So as soon as I finally got my super cute
baby home she came over to shoot away.
B decided to have one of her rare grouchy
moments.
I was worried she wouldn't be able to get too many
good pictures.
So glad I was wrong.
I love photo shoots.
Thanks Meg! I love them!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Faces
I just love the faces this girl makes.
She loves to scowl.
And look at me like I'm dumb.
She also loves to smile.
She has her dad's sneaky half-smile.
She even smiles when she is falling asleep.
She loves to scowl.
And look at me like I'm dumb.
She also loves to smile.
She has her dad's sneaky half-smile.
She even smiles when she is falling asleep.
Love the creepy eyes going in different directions.
And after she has fallen sleep.
She likes to make us smile too.
Thanks Megan for the funny face.
Dad's favorite is her "ooo" face.
I could just sit and stare for hours.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The hospital
Where were we? Oh right, headed to Jordan Valley Medical Center. (JVMC)
We got to the hospital without too much drama. Logan only ran one red light, not because we were in any hurry, but because he just wanted to be able to say he had. I kept thinking I would get nervous about what was going to happen, but I never really did. We weren't sure where to sign in when we got there but after asking around we finally were shown the right desk. The nurse who was having us fill out paper work was a major ronch. I was so so worried all the nurses would be this way. Luckily everyone after her was great! After giving them all our info and trying to explain the midwife dilemma we were lead to our room.
*Side note* I guess you all need to know the midwife dilemma as well, it will be important a little later on. So, JVMC started allowing midwives to deliver at their hospital June 1st. Obviously, I did not wait that long. My wonderful midwife Julie Jones had doctors working at JVMC who would act like they were my doctor - they would make notes on the charts, script out my meds, and have their name all over my bands - but Julie would still get to be there with me and help coach me along during delivery. At my last appointment with Julie she wasn't sure which doctor would be the actual one to help us out. So when the grouchy nurse asked me who my doctor was it was kind of a long tale.
Ok, back to the story.
When we got to the room we started all the prep work. I changed into my attractive gown, peed in a cup, got hooked up to the monitors and finally the nurse checked me. (4 cm and 80% - woo hoo! That meant I wasn't getting sent home!) I was there to stay so she also stuck me with an IV. All of this took about 2 hours. Around 9:30 pm the nurse told me I should go take a walk for about an hour. So off we went to explore the hospital. I can still remember many of the spots I had to stop and breath while waiting for a contraction - which were STILL all in my back.
An hour later we headed back to see what kind of progress I had made. (6 cm and 100%) They hooked me back up to the monitors for 30 minutes and after my contractions slowly started to slow down a little - they went from being every 2-3 minutes apart to every 3-5 minutes - she told me to head out for another walk. Just as we were getting ready to go Julie showed up. Hooray!! After saying our hellos we left for our walk. Although the nurse had told us to go for another hour I was done after about 1/2 hour. We went back and I wanted to be checked again. In the back of my mind I had decided if I wasn't to an 8 I was going to get some drugs because things were starting to hurt. I was only 7 cm. Instead of going for the drugs though I decided to try the fancy jetted tub because I had heard good things.
It was wonderful! I was able to get a little rest and I wasn't in as much pain anymore. I'm not really sure how long I was laying around for but after a while the pain started getting worse. I finally decided I had to get out and see where things were. I was 8 cm. That's it?! Things were getting a little difficult. Drugs were looking pretty good. Julie told me to try sitting on the big ball for a little bit to see if that would help. As I was getting up to get on the ball I felt a strange gush of fluid. My water broke - eww. So glad that didn't happen anywhere else but at the hospital. After being a little freaked out I finally sat on the ball and just felt myself leaking and leaking. I'm not really sure how long this part of the adventure lasted either, but the ball did help. Around 3 am I was ready for some relief. The pain was still all in my back and even with Logan pushing on it pretty hard, things were getting a little too difficult.
I did not want the epidural, so I just asked for a very low dose of something they could put in my IV. I ended up getting a little fentanyl to help me relax between contractions. And relax I did. I pretty much fell asleep between each once. It was a great way to get my strength back up to be able to get through each contraction. Around 3:30 am they checked me again (during a contraction!! Ouch!) and I was still only 8 cm so they decided to give me some pitocin to speed things along. It sure worked. I was 10 cm and ready to push within half an hour. They called the doctor at ten to 4 to see where he was and he was not really close yet. So Julie decided she would be the one to deliver my baby. (Yahoo!) She started telling me to push, and boy did I push.
At 4:27 am, right as my little goon's big head came out, the doctor walked in. He commented on how well we all were doing and sat back to watch the show. They sucked some gunk out of her nose and mouth and then Julie had me reach down and pull the rest of her little 6 pound 9 1/2 ounce body out. So weird! They sat her on my belly and my first thought was she sure looked like me. Logan cut the cord while we were trying to get her to cry and then they took her away. As I was getting stitched up from a little tearing, the NICU nurses came in and were checking out my baby.
They told me she had inhaled some fluid so they were taking her to the NICU for some x-rays and to start on antibiotics to prevent pneumonia. They brought her over to me so I could kiss her goodbye and I told Logan she was Bridget. He said he already knew she was and then he left with them.
You all know how the rest of the story goes. Two weeks we waited to bring her home. Finally, May 21st, we drove back to the hospital one last time to finally take home our baby. This time I was nervous.
It was such an amazing experience to have
something that was inside me come out and be a
real, living little person. So weird! I will forever be
grateful for all that pain I had to go through to get my
little girl. It sure was worth it, just like everyone told
me it would be.
For those of you still waiting for your little person, hang in there.
It will happen.
And until then, I will keep praying for you to be able to
receive your own little miracle.
We got to the hospital without too much drama. Logan only ran one red light, not because we were in any hurry, but because he just wanted to be able to say he had. I kept thinking I would get nervous about what was going to happen, but I never really did. We weren't sure where to sign in when we got there but after asking around we finally were shown the right desk. The nurse who was having us fill out paper work was a major ronch. I was so so worried all the nurses would be this way. Luckily everyone after her was great! After giving them all our info and trying to explain the midwife dilemma we were lead to our room.
*Side note* I guess you all need to know the midwife dilemma as well, it will be important a little later on. So, JVMC started allowing midwives to deliver at their hospital June 1st. Obviously, I did not wait that long. My wonderful midwife Julie Jones had doctors working at JVMC who would act like they were my doctor - they would make notes on the charts, script out my meds, and have their name all over my bands - but Julie would still get to be there with me and help coach me along during delivery. At my last appointment with Julie she wasn't sure which doctor would be the actual one to help us out. So when the grouchy nurse asked me who my doctor was it was kind of a long tale.
Ok, back to the story.
When we got to the room we started all the prep work. I changed into my attractive gown, peed in a cup, got hooked up to the monitors and finally the nurse checked me. (4 cm and 80% - woo hoo! That meant I wasn't getting sent home!) I was there to stay so she also stuck me with an IV. All of this took about 2 hours. Around 9:30 pm the nurse told me I should go take a walk for about an hour. So off we went to explore the hospital. I can still remember many of the spots I had to stop and breath while waiting for a contraction - which were STILL all in my back.
An hour later we headed back to see what kind of progress I had made. (6 cm and 100%) They hooked me back up to the monitors for 30 minutes and after my contractions slowly started to slow down a little - they went from being every 2-3 minutes apart to every 3-5 minutes - she told me to head out for another walk. Just as we were getting ready to go Julie showed up. Hooray!! After saying our hellos we left for our walk. Although the nurse had told us to go for another hour I was done after about 1/2 hour. We went back and I wanted to be checked again. In the back of my mind I had decided if I wasn't to an 8 I was going to get some drugs because things were starting to hurt. I was only 7 cm. Instead of going for the drugs though I decided to try the fancy jetted tub because I had heard good things.
It was wonderful! I was able to get a little rest and I wasn't in as much pain anymore. I'm not really sure how long I was laying around for but after a while the pain started getting worse. I finally decided I had to get out and see where things were. I was 8 cm. That's it?! Things were getting a little difficult. Drugs were looking pretty good. Julie told me to try sitting on the big ball for a little bit to see if that would help. As I was getting up to get on the ball I felt a strange gush of fluid. My water broke - eww. So glad that didn't happen anywhere else but at the hospital. After being a little freaked out I finally sat on the ball and just felt myself leaking and leaking. I'm not really sure how long this part of the adventure lasted either, but the ball did help. Around 3 am I was ready for some relief. The pain was still all in my back and even with Logan pushing on it pretty hard, things were getting a little too difficult.
I did not want the epidural, so I just asked for a very low dose of something they could put in my IV. I ended up getting a little fentanyl to help me relax between contractions. And relax I did. I pretty much fell asleep between each once. It was a great way to get my strength back up to be able to get through each contraction. Around 3:30 am they checked me again (during a contraction!! Ouch!) and I was still only 8 cm so they decided to give me some pitocin to speed things along. It sure worked. I was 10 cm and ready to push within half an hour. They called the doctor at ten to 4 to see where he was and he was not really close yet. So Julie decided she would be the one to deliver my baby. (Yahoo!) She started telling me to push, and boy did I push.
At 4:27 am, right as my little goon's big head came out, the doctor walked in. He commented on how well we all were doing and sat back to watch the show. They sucked some gunk out of her nose and mouth and then Julie had me reach down and pull the rest of her little 6 pound 9 1/2 ounce body out. So weird! They sat her on my belly and my first thought was she sure looked like me. Logan cut the cord while we were trying to get her to cry and then they took her away. As I was getting stitched up from a little tearing, the NICU nurses came in and were checking out my baby.
They told me she had inhaled some fluid so they were taking her to the NICU for some x-rays and to start on antibiotics to prevent pneumonia. They brought her over to me so I could kiss her goodbye and I told Logan she was Bridget. He said he already knew she was and then he left with them.
You all know how the rest of the story goes. Two weeks we waited to bring her home. Finally, May 21st, we drove back to the hospital one last time to finally take home our baby. This time I was nervous.
She loves giving me looks like I'm dumb... She is also so dang strong already!
something that was inside me come out and be a
real, living little person. So weird! I will forever be
grateful for all that pain I had to go through to get my
little girl. It sure was worth it, just like everyone told
me it would be.
She is my little lizard, always playing with that tongue of hers.
It will happen.
And until then, I will keep praying for you to be able to
receive your own little miracle.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The beginning
I just read Katie's birth story for her little Kayson
and it made me want to share my story!
After I started writing it all down I realized it is pretty long..
So you will get to enjoy it over a couple days.
Here we go!!
Since I was a newbie to this whole "baby-having-thing" I was a little nervous that I would not know labor when I saw it. Ha!
Thursday, May 6th, around 3 am I woke up to use the bathroom like normal. As I was taking care of business I had a pretty bad pain in my back. It went away after a little while so I didn't really think too much of it. I got back into bed and hoped I could get back to sleep quickly. Just as I was starting to drift away I felt the pain again. I looked at the clock and it had been about 10 minutes. I thought my little goon was maybe just sitting funny and causing me some pain so I tried another position and settled in to sleep once again. Twelve minutes later my friendly little back ache was back. I remembered something a good friend of mine had told me about labor, it usually starts with a little ache in the back. I decided to walk around a little to see if they would stop. Nope. I got back into bed and just sat there watching the clock and playing on my phone. About every 10-15 minutes I was having what could only be contractions. Logan finally woke up and was wondering what I was doing. After I told him I thought I was going into labor he decided it would be a good excuse to miss work - slacker.
I tried going back to sleep again and again but only got to sleep for about 1/2 hour. Since it was a Thursday I was, of course, planning on going over to Kari's. Since Logan stayed home I took him over with me and we told her the news.
*Side note* We did not tell very many people I was possibly in labor because I knew it would take a while before things really got started. And because I just love keeping secrets. ;)
Kari wanted to help me speed things along so out shopping we went. She was looking out for me and decided I needed some freezer meals (which I totally forgot about until just this second... I know what's for dinner tonight!!) Like I said before, I knew this early labor stuff could drag on for quite a while so I wasn't timing contractions or anything silly like that. That wouldn't fly with Kari though. She started timing me and I was contracting about every 4-6 minutes, all still in my back.
While we were finishing up the freezer meals we had a little scare. My mother wanted to stop by and see some material we had bought. By this point I was having a hard time hiding those painful little buggers. Luckily I am just that good and my poor mother had no clue what was going on. :) Love ya Ma!
Next up on the list to get Cassie to the hospital was a walk around the block. Walking definitely helped speed things along. By this point I was having to slow down and breath about every 2-4 minutes. Kari and Logan were both trying to talk me into going to the hospital but I was not in too much pain yet so we held out a little longer.
*Side note #2* I was very against going to hospital "too soon." I WAS NOT going to be one of those people who get sent home because they are not far enough along. I was planning on holding out as long as I could and then a lot longer.
That evening a very good family friend was going through the temple to get ready to be married the next day. I really really wanted to be there for her during this exciting time. I argued with Kari and told her I would be fine to go and promised I wouldn't have the baby in the temple. She told me I couldn't go. It was getting time to meet my mom and dad to leave for the temple so I had to ruin the fun and spill the beans to them. Dang it all..
Logan and I headed back home where I decided to try a warm bath. I was able to get some sleep while soaking and pass a bit of time. When I got out things had started to get a little more intense so I told Logan to make sure everything was packed up and ready to go. Before we left for the hospital I asked Logan to give me a blessing of comfort. I am so glad I did because I could feel that blessing working all night long.
Around 7 pm I finally gave in. We got loaded into the car and set off for the hospital!
Sounds like a good stopping place for today.
Here is a picture to reward you for all that reading :)
and it made me want to share my story!
After I started writing it all down I realized it is pretty long..
So you will get to enjoy it over a couple days.
Here we go!!
Since I was a newbie to this whole "baby-having-thing" I was a little nervous that I would not know labor when I saw it. Ha!
Thursday, May 6th, around 3 am I woke up to use the bathroom like normal. As I was taking care of business I had a pretty bad pain in my back. It went away after a little while so I didn't really think too much of it. I got back into bed and hoped I could get back to sleep quickly. Just as I was starting to drift away I felt the pain again. I looked at the clock and it had been about 10 minutes. I thought my little goon was maybe just sitting funny and causing me some pain so I tried another position and settled in to sleep once again. Twelve minutes later my friendly little back ache was back. I remembered something a good friend of mine had told me about labor, it usually starts with a little ache in the back. I decided to walk around a little to see if they would stop. Nope. I got back into bed and just sat there watching the clock and playing on my phone. About every 10-15 minutes I was having what could only be contractions. Logan finally woke up and was wondering what I was doing. After I told him I thought I was going into labor he decided it would be a good excuse to miss work - slacker.
I tried going back to sleep again and again but only got to sleep for about 1/2 hour. Since it was a Thursday I was, of course, planning on going over to Kari's. Since Logan stayed home I took him over with me and we told her the news.
*Side note* We did not tell very many people I was possibly in labor because I knew it would take a while before things really got started. And because I just love keeping secrets. ;)
Kari wanted to help me speed things along so out shopping we went. She was looking out for me and decided I needed some freezer meals (which I totally forgot about until just this second... I know what's for dinner tonight!!) Like I said before, I knew this early labor stuff could drag on for quite a while so I wasn't timing contractions or anything silly like that. That wouldn't fly with Kari though. She started timing me and I was contracting about every 4-6 minutes, all still in my back.
While we were finishing up the freezer meals we had a little scare. My mother wanted to stop by and see some material we had bought. By this point I was having a hard time hiding those painful little buggers. Luckily I am just that good and my poor mother had no clue what was going on. :) Love ya Ma!
Next up on the list to get Cassie to the hospital was a walk around the block. Walking definitely helped speed things along. By this point I was having to slow down and breath about every 2-4 minutes. Kari and Logan were both trying to talk me into going to the hospital but I was not in too much pain yet so we held out a little longer.
*Side note #2* I was very against going to hospital "too soon." I WAS NOT going to be one of those people who get sent home because they are not far enough along. I was planning on holding out as long as I could and then a lot longer.
That evening a very good family friend was going through the temple to get ready to be married the next day. I really really wanted to be there for her during this exciting time. I argued with Kari and told her I would be fine to go and promised I wouldn't have the baby in the temple. She told me I couldn't go. It was getting time to meet my mom and dad to leave for the temple so I had to ruin the fun and spill the beans to them. Dang it all..
Logan and I headed back home where I decided to try a warm bath. I was able to get some sleep while soaking and pass a bit of time. When I got out things had started to get a little more intense so I told Logan to make sure everything was packed up and ready to go. Before we left for the hospital I asked Logan to give me a blessing of comfort. I am so glad I did because I could feel that blessing working all night long.
Around 7 pm I finally gave in. We got loaded into the car and set off for the hospital!
Sounds like a good stopping place for today.
Here is a picture to reward you for all that reading :)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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