Catching up-What' i"ve learned about baby and moving!

Well folks it's been a looooooong time since I've been on here.

So let's get started.

I had my beautiful daughter Sept, 14th at 6:14 am at the UVRMC.  I had to have assistance in bringing her into this world and she ended up in the NICE for 18 hours afterwards but she recovered very quickly and was able to go home with us.
I had some negative exeriences at the hospital, but the nurses there made it bearable and I"m glad they were there to help.

To sum up the experience, I will NEVER EVER do a delivery at ANY hospital.  I don't like the fact that I wanted to do it natural and had a wonderful rhythm going, only to be rushed by the doctor because he didn't feel like "waiting" for me to have my water break on it's own.  However, that's  how we found out that my daughter was in meconium and that lead to the first string of crap pumped into me.  That's another reason I don't want to be in the hospital again.  I much would rather not having medication in my system.  I know that if I wouldn't have felt rushed, I would have done fine.

Anyway, enough negativity.  Moving on.

Right now, my daughter is almost 3 months old.  (Holy crap!)  I can't believe I was Pregnant not that long ago and now have my baby.

A few things I"ve learned SO FAR ha ha.  Those with a baby will understand what I mean by that little joke.

-  Sleep seriously is over rated with a newborn.

- Your husband will be a great pillow when the baby decides to feed every hour.  (I was also a pillow for my husband as we became support for each other)

- Those DINKY, thin and cute burp clothes you get are NOT useful.
GET A TOWEL.  oh and also THICK dish towels.  Babies don't just spit up lightly.  They THROW UP projectile vomit.  I found that when nursing/feeding my baby.  IF I don't have a towel underneath me, it becomes a huge problem.  Not only that but I can't mention how many times I've saved my shirt I'm wearing by having a dish towel on my shoulder instead of a dinky cloth.

- Babies can feel ALL of your stress.  They can and will get the point of not eating if you have so much of it.  TRUST me.  I sadly know the truth to that now :(

- My daughter is a D-r-a-m-a Queen.  She's still adorable though but she definitley is testing my patience sometimes.  I still love her though.

-You know you hear those funny stories about how mom's can go scary ballistic if something happens to there kids?  Oh yea.  I discovered that when I was in walmart with my  mom and younger sister.
To explain shortly, I always iimagined that I would go crazy but i could never actually see it happening because I lack taking action because I hate fighting  however, when my younger sister was holding my baby in her car seat and I didn't hear that she was going to the front of the line we were standing in, to wait in front of (you know when your at the register and when you have someone with you they stand just a little ahead of were the grocery bags are?),  Weeeeeeelll, I can tell ya that I FREAKED out.  I don't think i've ever been like that especially in public :P My sister saw me and she was a good distance away but of course she heard me (and half the store).  I told her to actually make sure she has eye contact with me first next time and also to never be that far away from me.

-GET THICK SKIN.  What that means here is that when you have people trying to tell you what to do with the baby or simply TAKE your baby without asking (caught me off guard) you get that baby back and you tell THEM to back off.  I didn't do this right away and I will not let that happen again.  Also, your mom may be very helpful but if she is doing something you don't like, have her understand it's your kid and not hers.  Hopefully she'll listen.

- 4 hour naps with baby are your best friend.  They disappear completely when they in turn become closer to three months I've just discovered.  They will only sleep for 20 stinkin minutes at a time.  Use that time to get stuff done if you can or better yet NAP!

- You get sleep back at night when they sleep for almost 9 hours at a time!  Now I'm not complaining about that AT ALL.  I love getting my sleep again at night :)

-Clipping someone else's nails, especially baby, is VERY hard.  I had one time I did it and I got the tip of her finger REALLY badly.  Her finger is just about better and it's been almost 2 months.  :( So warning, be careful and do it when they are sleeping.

- Vomit, fecal matter, spit up etc.  Suddenly isn't gross anymore. You get used to it.  I know I did.  Doesn't mean I like it though :P

- Having more than one station to change your baby at is awesome.  Just a simple disposable pad or towel or blanket on the floor in another room saves A LOT of time.  Same for feeding station.

-Double of everything makes the world go round.

- Having a popcorn tin in your car for changing time as a trash can when traveling, makes it A LOT easier to save on grocery bags and keep the car from smelling.

That's all I can think of for now, If ya have questions on my experience so far, go ahead and ask.  I got LOADS of info.  Does NOT mean I'm a know it all.  I just share what I learn with those that WANT to know what I"VE been through.

Next step.

We are moving in 2 weeks cross country to Georgia.  YAAAAAAAY!  I've been waiting almost three years for this.  And I"m so excited it's happening finally. I get to get away from boring Utah since it holds nothing for me here anymore.  (That and a few other things....)  I also get to know my in laws better since I will be spending lots of time with them.
Faith and Patience have been the two biggest things that have been testing me very strongly through out the last year.  It's been so challenging not to have sometimes the approval or support I need to do things, but in the end my husband and daughter are all that matter to me in the end.  I love them and I wouldn't ever give them up for anything.
I plan on going fishing and shooting some when I get to Georgia soon.  That and I already have a craft project I can do with my Mother in law too when we get there :)

Labor day :D

Well today I've felt pretty productive :3

I had a good source of energy today.  I wouldn't say a huge burst per se but I haven't felt tired all day and I've loved it! <3

I had a sister come by today and helped us with a food order so that way, before Raine decides to come, we have food to eat lol.
I also had a visit today from my land lady.  She was worried about me and felt bad that she hadn't dropped by sooner after we had moved in last month.  So I had a pleasant chat with her and how my pregnancy was going.

Caleb returned from the gym after working out with a friend of ours and we decided that we wanted to have fish for dinner tonight.  So we grabbed the poll we're borrowing, bought worms from the gas station, got snacks at the dollar store, and then headed out to Spanish Oaks Reservoir .
It was really frustrating at first because these stupid people (adults and a few teenagers) kept swimming through the area that Caleb had his line in.  So needless to say for the first hour or so, we didn't catch anything because of that.  Finally around six-ish, he got his first one and was almost going to send it back.  I told him not to because we didn't know if we were going to catch anything else.  We had forgotten the cooler so I waddled my way over to the other side of the reservoir and got the cooler from the car.
After being there for 3 hours we ended up with two fish.  That's the limit that we could catch anyway, so we were content with that and left.

Moving on,

I am now 38 weeks today!  Sadly, I haven't even had Braxton-Hicks contractions, So I'm a little frustrated with the fact that nothing is happening.  I'm going to try and get some licorice herbal tea from the store because I hear it can induce labor. I've also been trying walking a bunch as well.  Grrrr.  Hopefully she'll come soon.  I'm getting tired of being pregnant and having difficulty getting out of the car etc.

Ready to pop

Soooo I got some maternity picks back pretty quick which I have to thank a very dear friend of mine for doing so.  She's just getting her portfolio set up so I'm glad that she could help me out by getting some pictures done for me.  I'm ready to pop any day now so I hope that I can get the newborn pics done soon too.

 This was at the Payson memorial park.  They were actually setting up a carnival and I wished they were done because I would have love to get pictures there.  But I still love what I got :3

 I wanted a meditation picture really badly and I'm glad I got one now.  This is one of many favorites of mine.

 Here is my daughters name.  I came up with the idea right before we left the canyon :)

This was my friends idea right before we left the park.  I was pretty famished and I told her I was pretty tired.  So if I looked drugged that's why.  I think i look 16 in these pictures but that's just me haha





So thus far the doctor said that since it's my first that she could most likely come after 40 weeks.  Which is normal but I'm really hoping that I get her sooner.  I don't sleep much anymore and my heartburn is so bad that it keeps me up at night.  yes I know that I will be dealing with an infant soon but that's okay.  Plus I want to be eating again at whatever hour instead of holding myself off 5 hours before I fall asleep. Ha Ha

That's all I got for now.  There are more pictures to come of course but this is what I have for now :)

Almost there...

Well this week has been quite eventful.  I was able to see my doula this week and go over what I wanted to do for when I'm in labor AND I we had to the joy of ANOTHER flat tire.  No thanks to the freeway.

I'm 36 weeks in this photo :3 I'm very excited to say that I didn't think i would get to this point because again, it seemed like it was taking FOREVER to get here.
I don't really have to many stretch marks but its not to late to get any :P
My goal for next week is I'm going to be walking a lot more, have licorice herbal tea, and do anything else I can (naturally) to help induce this babe to get here!

The other part of this week, We replace the right side tire that popped by the provo exit.  We had just barely vacuumed out the car after the mess from last week and put the spare back in the compartment in the trunk.
However, my left side tire decided that it was time to go, and it gave way on our date friday night.   It's a very similar story to what happened with our right tire.  We didn't know that it had popped because of how subtle the puncture was.  Until we heard the noise and then we smelled burning rubber.

The hubcap on this side doesn't nearly look as bad as the one on the right side did :P

 Trying to find the right spot for the jack. Thank goodness our car had one!

 Caleb was using my lap as a pillow so that way his head wouldn't be touching the cement :P

 As you can see, the tire was pretty bald, but I had driven it around town earlier that day, and I didn't have ANY problems with it.  Until I took it out on the freeway.

Needless to say I tried to help.  I lifted the other tire into the back of the trunk.  It was pretty difficult.  But someone must have seen me do that because a guy pulled over and offered to help us :3

We both looked pretty silly as we walked into olive garden.  People were staring at us like we had wrestled in the dirt or something before we got there.  But I'm glad that I have a funny story to tell my daughter one day when she get's older.  
At the time it wasn't funny but looking back, it's just some more happy memories with my hubby.

Protected on Asphalt

Yesterday afternoon, I was driving with my husband back from Spanish fork.  We were discussing what exit to take because i was trying to get back to provo so I could drive my friend back from doctors appoitment.
I didn't have any HUGE feelings of what direction I should take on the matter, but I can say that there was a small indication on the back of my brain that told me I should get off on university avenue.  Stubborn, I didn't want to but as we neared the first exit, I began hearing this very odd noise.  It's hard to describe but think of it as if you are driving next to a semi.  The large mass of the vehicle just has a particular sound beacuse of how large the truck is.  That's as best as I can describe it.
What we didn't know, was that something on the freeway had punctured my tire but it was so subtle in doing so, that I didn't even notice.
Ironically we were driving next to a large truck (not a semi though) and we assumed that it was the truck next to us that was making the noise since we were on the freeway. But as the truck next to us went forward more in it's lane, we noticed the sound didn't go away but actually got louder, and I started to smell a strong whiff of burning rubber.  I didn't even look behind me as I turned into the next lane because I could sense that something was wrong.  I kept feeling this tug on the right side, as if my car was trying to force my hand to that direction.
I don't think Caleb could smell the rubber but he sensed something was off as well. He guided me calmly while I drove up the ramp and made a right turn down the street, where I parked my car in a little space across from Novell.
My husband got out of the car to investigate and boy was I surprised when he told me that it was a flat tire that was causing the weird sensation of pulling I felt earlier.

I had mixed emotions at that point because I couldn't cry because I knew we were safe. But I was scared because it could have been far worse at that point.
Honestly, we could have spun out with out fast we were going.  Sure we weren't far from provo to begin with, but everyone that was around me was in a foul mood that day and was driving like mad men.

Anyway, so my husband got the equipment from my trunk and was trying to figure out where to put the jack so we could fix the car.

I got tired from standing and began to get dehydrated.  Hot weather, little water that wasn't nasty hot and being almost nine months pregnant, isn't a very good combination.  I had an umbrella though and there was a cooler that was left in our trunk by a friend of ours.  I sat on that and took pictures so i could pass the time while my husband worked on the car.
Needless to say, my hubby and I still needed rescuing from the situation, because we couldn't switch off to turn the jack and he got tired very quickly due to the circumstances.  We were able to get a friend over and he help change the tire with us.

In conclusion, I think honestly, whether you believe in some type of faith or not, that that there was SOMETHING or SOMEONE out there protecting us out there.  By my faith I would say that God really was out there.  And that even further, that angels were guiding my hands as I pulled off.  How I remained calm without stressing and overthinking the situation is beyond me.  It's true I didn't know the tire was popped but I could have jumped to a far worse conclusion.

I'm so happy that we were safe and that our child was protected as well.  We could have been very injured or killed if I didn't make that decision to just get off the road.

Pregnant Mormon girl and Latest Crochet Project

Hello once again audience! 

       For those of you who don't know or just simply updating the obvious, I'm 35 weeks along.  That in prego or pregnancy talk means I'm eight months and I'm getting ready to pop. It's been a long road which looking now has flown by.  The time it took to get here, however when more thought is put into it, and to me it took FOREVER.

I guess I'll mention as shortened as I can, the adventure that I've taken. Meaning the choice, the discovery and finally the realization.
Before I begin however.
A lot of women around my age feel that it's the WORST decision that you can make. Because you are at the prime of your life they say.  You're either just finishing a bachelors or just looking into a more serious relationship to start with someone and then getting married by the age 25. All of these things I mentioned are  STEREOTYPICAL. 
 Fact 1: Yes I'm young.  
Fact 2: Yes it's VERY stereotypical for a Mormon girl to get pregnant around my age AND not to shortly after being married. 

Quite frankly to set the record straight, it has been a roller coaster journey.  I'm not going to lie it was hard to find out I was pregnant because I had different plans.  

Do I regret it? Sometimes, but mostly for selfish reasons. I can still accomplish what I want in this life without having to think that a KID would hold me back from that.  Beggers can't be choosers but quitters NEVER win. 

Will it be harder? 
Oh yea. No doubt about it.  But for hell sake I'm not a single parent and even if I were, there are ways to get help. 

Am I happy?
You bet ya.  It brings a new definition of intimate with my husband as well as getting to know him.

If hypothetically, I had waited for as long as I wanted to originally start a family, it would have been 3 years down the road and I still wouldn't be done with school. Maybe a different job possibly but that's about it.  My husband isn't done with school and since we're trying to get him in the Airforce, not much would have changed.  At least from my perspective on the matter.  

Moving on.

What started it was that I had a dream that brought me to tears and literally had me questioning my sense of reality.

I had been discussing with my husband the "starting a family and when" model.
I'm still terrified of children so having these discussions really were beneficial because it meant I was putting it off that much longer but also a little closer too.

It was around general conference in October of 2011 and I was having some serious problems with my birth control.  SO having that with the combination of discussing the topic, weren't exactly ideal.  I felt prety confused on what I wanted because I love my husband more than anything.  And after being engaged 2 other times within 3 years, I was sure I knew that this was the guy I wanted to have my kids with.  Problem was the when. I had been having other dreams prior to the one that changed everything.  They were all the same.  A baby was there.  But I couldn't figure out if the child was mine or not.  And there was danger. 

Now the dream.

Scene: Picture a mall.  My dream was the layout of the Provo Town Center.  If you don't know that mall, it's a two level mall and has bridges that let you cross over to either side every so many feet. 

Setting:  There is a tornado ripping and barreling it's way through the mall.  I'm lost, confused and have no idea were I'm supposed to go. Suddenly through the chaos, a child came to me.  It was a little boy that came up no higher than my hip in size.  
Boy: "Come with me, I know were to go."
Me: This kid has obviously no clue. "No you don't, you're just a kid"
Boy: "Trust me.  I know were to go."
Doubtful but desperate I followed the boy into a bathroom and he gestured to me to sit on the toilet with the seat down. Reluctant and feeling awkward, I did as the boy told me.  ( I know it sounds ridiculous but bare with me further)
Soon the force of the tornado was there. The toilets pipes from beneath had burst, and I was being rocked up and down (not high enough to hit the ceiling) by the water pressure.  This happened for a minute or so.  Then everything was still. 
The water descended, and we were back on the floor. 

All of a sudden, like a black haze had been lifted, I remembered were I was supposed to go. 
The boy and I left the room we were in and the coast was clear.  For now.
Me: "Come with me, I know were to go to saftey!"
Boy: Turning in the opposite direction of were I was going. "No"
Me: "What do you mean no?" 
Boy: "I love thrilling adventures, and going with you isn't going to get me that."
With that being said, he took off..  I figured if he was going to be an idiot then it wasn't my problem. 
I started running in the direction of dillards. (why that store I have no idea)  As I ran, I look down and there is an infant in my arms.  Completely confused, I was thinking much like someone else would. Whose baby is this?? And were did it come from??? After questioning myself on this, I look over my shoulder and I see the boy still running the opposite way.  I faced forward once more and the baby in my arms is gone. 
Next scene:  The tornado is finally gone and I emerge with the rest of the people who had made it to safety group. The leader looked at all of us and said he was going to show us were all the un-safest were. Not sure why really but that's what he wanted to do.
As we all followed he eventually came to the bathroom that I had been in with the boy not to much earlier.  There was shrapnel everywhere that was caused by the mirrors and the toilets.  I told the leader that I had been here right before I found the group and that I was with someone.  Appalled that I didn't bring that person back with me, he proceeded to tell me that I was in charge of bringing as many survivors back as possible.  He then told me I had to find this boy and make sure that he was still alive after my poor decision on not trying harder to have him come with me.
I panicked and I literally felt my heart hit the floor.  The sinking realization of the boy missing was enough to make me hysterical.

I went with another individual and I was trying to think of were the boy had gone.  I had an epiphany and realized that he was probably outside at one of the warehouses close by.  Which those happen to be Cinnamon toast crunch building. (Again sorry for the weird references.) 
We made our way into the double glass doors that lead outside.  We were in the middle section of it looking at the map to locate the warehouse.  As I was about to go out, the other individual, noticed on the shelves that were randomly located in the  doors he saw the little boy.  
He pointed down and I followed his gaze.  There was the boy...curled up in a mayo jar.  (Disgusting and odd) He lifted the jar with one hand and put it in my hand.  As I looked at the boy in pure horror, he shrank down to the size of the fetus. The gentleman with me said that he must have drown in it. 

I started to come to.  Waking up from my dream. So i started flexing my hand around the jar.  Trying to figure out what it was I was holding in reality.  
But the jar felt so REAL in my hand.
I could feel the texture of the bottom of the glass.  That bumpiness that lines the bottom on the outside. The solidness of it. The coolness of it. The weight. 
I began to have a melt down because I was wondering now if I was dreaming or not. 
What woke me up was when I felt my other hand smack my leg in reality.  I woke up flustered and my poor husband I had woken up due to the upsetting dream I had. 
I began discussing with him the events of the dream.  He told me dreams didn't mean anything but this one was WAY to trippy not to have some meaning behind it. 
As I put more thought into it, I started thinking of my patriarchal blessing.  For those of you who don't know what that is, here's a link to a website that does http://www.lds.org/topics/patriarchal-blessings?lang=eng.

I recall in my blessing, or my "personal counsel from the Lord"    I recall that there was a line in it that said that my gifts would be made known to me.
A large wave, similar to the one I felt with my husband when I was sealed in the temple with him, over came me.  It was light but also heavy.  It kinda felt like when someone holds you really closely.  I immediately started to cry. Caleb thought that he had something wrong.  I didn't realize it but he was trying to embrace me in bed and I pushed myself out of bed and started to take a bath to help me relax.
The weight of what I just realized was flooding my senses and confusing the heck out of me.
I eventually got some sense in me and told my husband what I realized.  He tried to help me understand that dreams don't mean anything since it's just a combination of what you are feeling subconsciously and everything you think about during the day.

Needless to say I didn't think that was it.

Now bless my dear sweet friends heart that helped me realize what it was that I needed to do after I told her my dream.  I cried again as I told her and she was very supportive throughout my story telling.
She told me to look at the dream a different way.
And this is what I came up with.
I'm putting myself at risk by continuing the birth control I had, and it was going to lead to FAR worst problems if I continued it's use.  Plus, it was inhibiting my ability to have children and may make it permanent that I will never have kids if I stay on it.
I know how far fetched that sounds but after I stopped taking the birth control, I felt SO much better. I wasn't sick anymore and I wasn't in pain anymore.  Physically and emotionally.

A couple months later, we discovered at a planned parenthood that I was pregnant.  (That's another story for another time.)
But in conclusion, we are now blessed with a sweet baby girl and she'll be with us very very soon.

I'm happy to say that I'm very excited to see her when she get's here.  And I hope that I'll be a good example for her so that she may know just how much I love here :)

Moving on!

Current Project:

Pattern: Rippling Vest by redheart.com

Yarn: Baby Soft by Lion Brand Yarn. I found this at Joann's fabric store.  It's the same yarn I used for the blessing ensemble.

Hook Size: US D-3.25mm

*I altered this pattern because I didn't have a size 2.1 mm hook and I also don't have crochet thread.  Plus I like the texture of this yarn better.  

I'm in now way a proffesional with crocheting. I'm doing this all improve like I do most of my work so wish me luck!

I just started this project so I'll take pictures as I go along. Or at least the best I can  remember.

Hair Clip Board

(Sorry the pictures are turned)

It's a great way to stay organize and have it cute while doing so.

Supplies you'll need:

• Cardboard
• Glue gun
• Extra Glue Stick
• Ribbon
• Fabric
• Ruler

Boxes are easy to get.  The post office, shoe box., neighbors. Endless Possiblity.

The fabric I got for 3$ at walmart.  It's quilting fabric that they have in their craft section and they come in pretty large squares.  I just cut them down to what I wanted. 

The ribbon and ruler are also from walmart.

Lastly, the glue gun is from hobby lobby.  Doesn't matter were you get yours at.  Just figured I'd mention it.  

 Step 1:
Cut your cardboard into the size you would like to have it.
I already had a small box cut up.

 Step 2:
Arrange the fabric the way you would like it
Once you have your visual you'll want to start gluing it together.

Step 3:

Once you have wrapped the fabric around the cardboard, fold the fabric down on the corners to form a triangle. With your ruler, hold it down so you don't have to burn your fingers. 

Step 4:

Pretty self-explanatory, but basically just line up the piece how you would like it glued. 

Step 5: 

Fold the fabric around the back and glue it down. (Again pretty simple)

 Almost done!

 Step 6:
Line up ribbon where you would like it to sit on the board.  This part is important because it allows you to see how many clips your going to be putting on the board.

 Step 7:
Fold the ribbon over and glue it down.  Cut off the extra ribbon you don't need.

 Step 8:
Take another piece of ribbon and pin it where you would like it.

* Make sure to align it properly so that way when you hang it-it doesn't hang awkwardly

 All done!

Broken Metal

It was a pretty early start for my hubby and I on Saturday.  

He's a CNC machinist and helps produce mini revolvers for the company he works for.

Basically the night before, the machine had a hydraulic line break and it was throwing coolant all over the machine where the lined was positioned. So Caleb and his boss spent the night before and the next morning working on it. 

Needless to say my husband is pretty awesome.  He worked on it with his boss for well over a combined amount of 11+ hours. 

Hopefully the machine won't malfunction again.  It slows down product production.

In other news, today hasn't been much more productive.  We have a new ward that we're going too and I'm VERY happy that it's starting now at eleven.  Our old ward started at one and it made it difficult to say the least, to get to without being late.  Since then I've been coming up with craft projects.  Hopefully I can get more done on here :D