Baby Story

It's not even a good one... but I already have one of those and am very happy to say that this one will bore you.

On Monday, 3 days past my due date, I had a doctor's appointment in the morning. They asked if I was having contractions (I have been for a month!) and they asked if I wanted to be checked (ummm.. yeah. I'm 3 days PAST MY DUE DATE!). The doctor checked me and said I was dilated to a 3 and about 70% effaced. She told me I could just wait for things to happen, or she would admit me and induce labor. At that point, although I really wanted NOT to be pregnant anymore, I was really, really scared about being in labor and having a baby and recovering from having a baby. So, Tom and I talked about it, and he made the very good point that it was going to happen sometime, so why not today when our doctor was the one on-call and we could plan it all out. We told the doctor we were in and headed home to pack our bags.

As soon as we got home, I started having really hard and regular contractions. We grabbed our stuff, told my mom and Addison our plan (have a baby today), made Addison put his laundry away, took the lint roller to the couches, wiped down the fridge, loaded the glasses on the counter into the dishwasher... got told to hurry and that I probably didn't need to worry about all of that right now, and headed to the hospital.

Once we got to the hospital at about noon, we headed to labor and deliver where the sweet wife of the 1st counselor in our bishopric just happened to be at the check-in. I'm not sure what she's in charge of there, but she's in charge of a lot, and she handpicked my nurses for the day. She told me she texted the 2 people she wanted to be with me and one was working that day, so they secretly assigned her to me. She was great! I know the doctor is important and everything, but really, it's your nurse that makes the difference! I don't really care who catches the baby, as long as he gets caught. I do, however, care who makes sure my epidural button works every time I push it. They checked me again there and I think I was at a 4. My doctor came and said she was just going to break my water and it wouldn't even be considered an induction. I was scared, again, to have my contractions get any harder, and my doctor asked me if I was ready to call the anesthesiologist. Thanks for asking, and yes I am. She made the call and, really apologetically (I'm sure because I had told her at every visit for the last 2 months how I really wanted an epidural just as soon as I could get one. I mean, really, just hook me up when I walk in) told me that he was just starting a C-section and it would take 30 to 40 minutes. That seemed like a very long time at that point because I think contractions hurt, but I really couldn't complain about only having to wait 30 to 40 minutes... and then I started thinking about the fact that this was one doctor telling me about how long another doctor would take, and I thought, "in doctor time that could be at least 3 hours." But no! The anesthesiologist showed up in about 45 minutes, which meant he was really about 2 hours early. He kicked Tom out and started telling me everything that could possibly go wrong and how many ways I could potentially die. Luckily, my nurse had warned me of this endearing trait of his, and he didn't scare me at all. In fact, at that point, all of the risks were worth it. Spinal headache? Fine. Neurolgic disorders? Great. Paralysis? Sign me up. He was very no nonsense, and in the end it turned out he even had a personality! We ended up discussing our mutual shellfish allergies. He said, "do you eat it anyway?" I considered saying no because I thought I might get a list of ways in which I would eventually die from that too, but he said he ate it anyway, and we talked about how we both throw all caution to the wind sometimes and eat crab legs.

I did have one little moment there right after I got the epidural where they laid me on my back and the weight from the baby made my blood pressure drop really low and I couldn't hear anything and I passed out for just a second. I just remember saying, "you guys are all under water," and then I woke up to Sister Vasher rolling me over onto my side. Then I told her she saved my life. I've only been in this ward a couple months, and she really doesn't know me that well, but I'm guessing I gave her an accurate first impression of me.

So, once the epidural kicked in life was good. It was around 3:00 and I had dilated more and was moving along fine. The next 2 and a half hours passed pretty uneventfully. I think I tried to sleep. I read some of my book. Tom and I chatted about... I can't remember. Anyway, at about 5:00 they checked me again and said I was at a 7. Tom called to update my mom and told her it would be a while and to just head home (she and addison had been out to dinner, etc.) The doctor came in and was told I was at a 7. She checked me and I was at a 9. She then debated about whether or not she should go running. Of course, she reasoned, if she did, I would dilate quickly and be ready to push; but if she didn't, she would just wait around and miss her chance to go running. Well, I didn't really care as long as someone was there to catch the baby, but I really like my doctor and thought it would be better if she were the one to take the handoff. She and Tom talked about running for a while. She's doing the Salinas Valley half marathon, by the way - the same one that Brit and Paul are coming here for next weekend. At some point in all of the running talk, she decided to just have me try pushing. Now, I never really had to do that with Addison because rather than catching the baby, the doctor decided to take him right out in a very rude manner, so I was scared. to. death. But, they gave me instructions, which I failed at on my initial try. I got better though, and it only took about 4 or 5 contractions for him to pop right out (that's how it works right? They pop!) To hear Tom's description, because he was watching every gory detail even though I told him not to, I was giving birth to a baby goat, but it turns out I delivered a sweet and perfect baby boy. He had had a bowel movement before he came out, so there was a little concern about him aspirating the meconium, but he was fine.

We called my mom and told her it had gone a little faster than expected and that the baby was here. Visiting hours for kids are only from 5 to 8, and Noah was born at 6:50. So, by the time Tom called it was 7:15. We told them to hurry and get there before visiting hours ended. When they came, Addison and Grandma loved on the little guy for just a bit and then had to go.

After everything got all taken care of and cleaned up, they wanted to get me up to go to the bathroom. I kept saying that my right leg from my hip down was still numb, and when I say numb I mean you could have stabbed me with an ice pick and I wouldn't have felt it. I told them about this, but I think that they thought I just meant numb as in, I probably wouldn't feel it if a fly or even a spider was crawling on my leg. The nurse grabbed me from one side, my good side, (is that really the best idea? To support the side that works??) and I fell off the bed. I got back in bed and she told me not to try that again. Uh, thanks. We ended up staying in the delivery room until about midnight to see if the feeling would come back, but it never did. They finally just moved us over to Mother/Baby. The feeling didn't come back until the morning. I had fallen asleep at about 5 and woke up at 6:30 with pain in my hip. I figured the feeling had come back, but they told me that I shouldn't get up unless I called them and had them help me even if I felt like I could. I called them, but they never came, so Tom helped me up and I was fine.

We spent the rest of that day trying to remember how to feed, dress, change a baby while he got poked, examined, tested. Everything was perfect with the little guy, and I kept marveling, and still do, that with everything that can possibly go wrong from conception to birth, how most of the time, things turn out just right. How can I be lucky enough to have 2 healthy, wonderful boys? I guess it's because luck doesn't play a factor at all and that these little spirits need bodies to live in. I know that things don't always turn out just right for some reason, and no matter what body my child's spirit was given, I would love it and cherish it. Today, though, I'm grateful for this little body on my lap and the spirit that lives inside it.

Strawyberry Days 2010

This is not a strawberry from Strawberry Days, but can you see the ladybug embedded in it? Crazy, right...? I almost ate this strawberry.

If you grew up in Pleasant Grove, you know how important Strawberry Days is. I mean really important. As a kid, I got new outfits for special occasions: Easter dress, Christmas dress, Strawberry Days outfit. When I was really little, I think it usually had strawberries on it, but as I got older, it was just important to show my respect for the festivities by wearing something new.
We always went to the carnival... in the daytime when we were kids; eating strawberries and cream, riding the fun merry-go-round, going through the spook house; and then as teenagers hanging out at night with the Lake People. I used this term, "Lake People," around someone who moved to Pleasant Grove as an adult and claimed to really get Strawberry Days. They had never heard it and, honestly, I had to question their devotion.
The children's parade was always a good time. Kids from all the primaries in the stakes dressed up for whatever theme they had that year. I don't specifically remember any of them, but I do remember wearing cowboy boots and a bandana one year and a dance costume with a really big tutu another year. Maybe there wasn't a theme and I was just taking the opportunity to show my originality. Either way, it was always the hottest possible day and we walked around the blocks surrounding the junior high in great anticipation of our reward... A popsicle and a carnival ticket!!! Addison has been in this parade almost every year that he has been old enough for primary (although he has never actually lived in Pleasant Grove), and I don't think he really gets it. Maybe it was cooler back then.
We watched the grand parade until we (Jen and I) were old enough to be in it with our dancing teams. We started out in "Golden Girls," then as we were older and in dance in high school and junior high, we danced with our school in the parade. Those were the days when there were 2 parades: One in the morning and one at night; both headed directly for the sun as it was either rising or setting. Genius on the part of the parade planners. I remember getting our hair perfect for the morning parade after sleeping in braids and curlers, and then trying so hard not to ruin it by the time the evening parade came around. I also remember, incidentally, getting yelled at by Traci Garrick, our high school dance teacher, for Jen's hair not being curly enough, which I hadn't realized up until that point was my responsibility... but that is a story for another time.
We didn't always go to the rodeo, but we could hear the loud speakers from our house.
Later, they started adding more and more to the festivities: The 5k, the concert in the park (with free strawberries and cream!!), craft sales, etc. I think I've only missed a couple of Strawberry Days celebrations. I wasn't there last year, but was glad to be able to go this year. It's a reunion no matter where you go during Strawberry Days. People travel to be there, hold family reunions around that time so that their posterity can participate. I saw so many people from high school now there with their own kids, showing them the ropes of the celebrations, keeping the tradition alive.

Addison and Eric in the Children's Parade. The theme (there was one this year) had something to do with what they wanted to be when they grew up. We had short notice on whether or not Addison was going to be there, but luckily he had enough with him to dress up like a basketball player, which is "sometimes what I want to be when I grow up" (says Addison).

Brayden was going to dress as Batman, but decided to just be himself... which I think is a perfect thing to be when you grow up.

The race!! Addison and Eric ran the kids 1 mile race. First they had to hug it out.

Addison and Eric (and Dean is in there I think) running down Main Street.

Addison crossing the finish line.

I have to admit, I didn't love the new name of the 5k race. Put on by the fire and police departments, it is now called the "Guns and Hoses 5k." Yikes.

Cute cheerleaders.

Not PGHS, but it isn't a parade without the bands.

These guys are Hot Shots now, but when I was 4, it was the Golden Girls!!

Payson bagpipe band... my favorite! Seriously. If you go to high school in Payson and you want to be in the band, you play the bagpipes. Isn't that cool???
Cosmo!
Friends in the parade. My mom wasn't there this year, but she can really yell loud, especially when she sees someone she knows in a parade.

Spring 2010

Here's a wrap up of what we did at the end of the school year this year...

Addison earned his Bear and is now a Webelo. This is his, "I hate getting my picture taken and standing in front of people" pose.

Addison had a gnarly bike accident and was really proud of his scrapes and bruies. You should have seen his knee and thigh. It was a good one!

We did quite a few things over Spring Break around here because we didn't travel anywhere, but the best by far for all of us was volunteering at the Santa Cruz Homeless Connect Project... Just ask Addison. We did the Disney "Give a Day/Get a Day" thing where you got a free ticket to Disneyland when did some volunteer service. This was a big expo where people could come and receive all kinds of services. They had doctors, people from the DMV, dentists, help finding housing, massages, haircuts, banking, help getting food stamps, etc. Tom was assigned to be an escort. He would find out what the person he was assigned to was in need of and then helped them get to each place. Addison and I were at a table at the very end that was putting together hygiene bags. As people came through, we would ask what they needed: razors, shampoo, lotion, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc... and give them a bag to put everything in. Addison was a little nervous at first, but by the end he was right up there showing people where to go to get what and making sure people got what they needed. He has asked several times about doing it again, and I need to make sure it (or something like it) is something we do regularly.
Addison took trumpet lessons at school this year and had a few concerts as the school year ended. They did great!This school has a jazz band for kids when they get into 7th grade. They are amazing! I can't believe what a good job the music teacher does with these kids who are all 12 to 14 yrs old!

So... then at the end of April, we went to Disneyland. This is the only picture we have because I didn't bring my camera. Addison finally got to fight Darth Mal!!! Addison liked all of the rollercoasters this time but didn't love the Indiana Jones ride which he had been so excited about going on... We had a good time, even though I spent most of my time sitting on benches waiting for Tom and Addison to go on rides. The people watching can't be beat at Disneyland.

And I think that's about it. On to summer!!

Addison's Birthday and Easter

While I was in New York, Addison stayed in Utah with his dad. His birthday was on the Sunday that we left to go home, so he got to celebrate the whole weekend with a party on Friday with Josh's family, a party on Saturday with his cousins and friends, and then a barbecue on Sunday...We went to Pirate Island for his birthday dinner. It is such a fun place. It looks like Pirates of the Caribbean! Amy, Eric, and Emma, and Brit, Brayden, and Paul came along with Grandma Lundell.
Megan and her cute kids came too, and I was so happy to be able to catch up with her. I love that girl. Addison and Maddie picked up where they left off a few years ago. I'm really counting on arranged marriages coming back into fashion.
Isn't she a doll!!!
Blowing out the candles.
Grandma had her anual Easter egg hung a week early so that Addison could participate because he was so disappointed that he didn't get to last year!!
Checking out the loot!!

We flew home on Addison's birthday. It was a late flight and there were mechanical problems, so we didn't leave until about 10:30 p.m. When we got on, it was so full that there weren't 2 seats together, and no one would move to let a pregnant lady sit by her child!! We had to sit across the aisle from each other, and Addison fell asleep on the lady he was sitting next to. I hoped he would drool on her, but he didn't. When we landed, the flight attendant came on the intercom and announced that it was Addison's birthday and had everyone cheer for him. He was barely awake, but I think he remembers it. I know he remembers getting a barf bag decorated with Southwest wings and filled with snack size pretzels, peanuts, and graham crackers, as well as a deck of Southwest playing cards!!

New York: Are you ready for this?

For Christmas, Tom gave me a trip to New York. I assumed he would come with me, but one thing led to another, and I ended up going with my sister, which for my first time there, I think was the best way to go! She has been before, but I needed to be a tourist, and Tom doesn't love that.

I took a lot of pictures... a LOT... because I got a new camera and I WAS IN NEW YORK!! I've never been, which probably didn't come as much of a surprise to the people of New York and especially the lady on the subway who found my complete and total amusement at the Mariachi band that came onto the subway with us as entertaining as anything she could see on Broadway. When I told her I lived in California, she looked at me like "Um, yeah. I figured." So, here we go.

First of all, Jen and I took separate planes to New York (much to our mother's dismay). She flew from Phoenix and had a layover in Salt Lake that happened to coincide with my flight out of Salt Lake, both leaving at about 11:45 p.m. My flight left about 15 minutes before hers, so I was planning on waiting for her at JFK airport when I landed. As soon as I boarded and took my pregnancy-safe sleeping pill, they came on the overhead speaker and said there was mechanical trouble with our airplane. The battery, which had been giving them problems previously, was now dead. We all had to get off the plane while they tried to fix it or get a new one, but we probably wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow. This seemed a little too reminiscent, on a much bigger scale, of when we were separated on the London subway and one of us got off and the other couldn't with no cell phones and only hand motions to rely on. In this case though, instead of being one Tube stop away from each other, Jen was going to land in New York while I was still in Salt Lake. I grabbed my luggage and ran/waddled to the Delta terminal, which in this airport is in an entirely different building, to see if I could buy a seat on her flight. A nice Southwest agent saw my predicament, and ran up along side me and asked if he could carry my bags. He didn't even ask where I was going, he just grabbed them and kept running. When I got there, I was met by rude Delta agent, but had finally gotten ahold of Jen who was dealing with rude Delta flight attendant. There were no seats to be bought and Jen had to decide right now whether she was going to get on the plane or not. We decided she should go because, no matter what, I was going to get there, and if she got off she would have to buy a new ticket, whereas my airline would have to take care of mine. So, she flew away to New York city by herself while I went back to wait. By this time, the sleeping pill was kicking in, but I couldn't fall asleep or I might miss an anouncement to get back on my plane. In about an hour and a half, they fixed the plane (I hoped), and we were reboarding. I kept asking if they were sure the plane was safe, but people either thought I was being funny or they were annoyed that I was asking... Anyway, eventually we both landed and our story begins...

When I first started out, I was going to photograph everything we ate because I was so excited about all the food. Most of the time though, I didn't remember until we were almost done, or done, or on to something else.
This is a bakery and little grocery store just around the corner from our hotel. We stayed at the Sheraton Manhatton Times Square which my sister got us for a steal!

We didn't see Rupert.

Sadly, I don't know what I'm doing in this picture. Some sort of pose and talking, too. My sister was about 40 feet away from me, though, so I'm not sure who I was talking to. I'll just say right now, as I've said before, I don't photograph well. This trip is just more evidence.

We started out by going to the Met. Actually, we were going to go to the MOMA, but did you know? The MOMA is closed on Tuesdays. They should say that in the brochure about New York museums that they give you in the hotel. No matter... The Met was fantastic and I finally got to see the Saturday in the Park painting by Seurat.

Can you find me?

Next, we went to The Shake Shack recommended by about everyone who gave us suggestions on where to go in New York. When we got there (after only a little confusion on the subway), the line was so long we thought there was no way it was worth it... And then we thought if the line is so long, it must REALLY be worth it. So, we waited almost a half hour and got our burgers and shakes. Definitely worth it. I got the Shroom Burger which is a portabello mushroom stuffed with some sort of delicious cheese and breaded, with a crazy sauce. Jen got the regular cheese burger. Mine was definitely the best, but we saw that you could get the 2 combined and decided that if we were ever to eat there again, that's what we would do. I ordered a regular chocolate shake and was disappointed, but Jen got a "concrete" which was made of vanilla custard with chocolate and toffee and was amazing!

Yeah, I forgot until the burgers were gone.

Oh yeah, there were fries.. under the hand behind the chocolate shake. They were good too.

Rockefeller Center Flags.

Empire State Building.

We went up to the Top of the Rock... at the Rockefeller Center and saw a gorgeous view of the city.

The view from the top. Yeah, I'm pretty pregnant.

Empire State Building from above.

I thought this sign was funny. The food here was pretty gross. I think I got food poisoning.

A picture of my pregnantness.

We went to the TKTS line to wait to get discount tickets to Billy Elliot. It was totally worth it. We only had to wait in line about 30 minutes and got our tickets (in great seats) for a good deal!

Then, because our show wasn't until 2:00, we rode the subway (which we were getting really good at by now) down to ride the Staten Island Ferry and see the Statue of Liberty.

We wanted to get a good picture of both of us. I'm posting all of our efforts, except the ones I deleted from my camera... Here we go.

#1. For some reason I stick my neck forward in pictures and it looks really weird. I can't remember what Jen didn't like about this.

#2 - Overcompensating for the forward neck by elongating neck. Jen, again, still pretty ok.

#3 - Woah. A little excited and now Jen is elongating her neck.

#4 - Not sure. I don't think I was talking because I'm pretty sure I don't make this face when I'm talking. Jen is too cool.

#5 - I look kind of trollish and Jen has a lazy eye.

#6 - In Addison's words, "you kind of look like a donkey without buck teeth." and Jen looks like she just might get you if you don't watch out.
This is where we gave up.

The Staten Island Ferry going the other way, passing us in the water.

Wow. The Statue of Liberty is huge!

This isn't necessarily a better picture, but we took it on the subway to show we were there... Can you tell we're on the subway?

We went to see Billy Elliot and it was fantastic. The little boy in it was so amazing!

We each got a picture in front of the marquee... And then some nice man asked if we wanted a picture together.

Oh man... this guy makes me laugh! He held up my camera, told us to smile, pushed the button... and was flabergasted by a flash in his own face! He had the camera pointed toward himself! Amy thinks he did it on purpose, but I swear he was just a bumbling little man who was confused. I keep wondering what he was looking at to take a picture of as the viewfinder was on the other side of the camera!

Here's the second try.

We were there on St. Patrick's Day, and the streets started filling up in the evening with green-clad party goers. This is Times Square and lots of people just hanging out.

St. Patrick's cathedral...

on St. Patrick's Day.

I had to go to FAO Schwarz for Addison. I promised. In fact, we had to turn around and buy another subway ticket to go there because I had forgotten. Thanks for cooperating Jen!

Big stuffed elephants. We have one like it that Mitch and Megan brought us a long time ago!
The big piano from BIG!! We have a picture of Jen and I on it, but even with my disclaimer about bad pictures, I just couldn't post it. It's pretty bad.
Hot dot from a street vendor. (I know, you're thinking, that big piano picture is worse than this? Wow). It was really good. I'm not sure if it was because I was so hungry, or if it was actually good.
Anthropologie store window. These flowers are made out of plastic bottles.
We went to a little concert at The City Winery in downtown Manhattan. It was such a great little restaurant and it made me wish I hadn't eaten hot dogs from street vendors before I got there. We saw Tony Lucca and Tyrone Wells. The show was so great, and we met some nice people there. It was probably one of the funnest things we did.
Jen and Tony Lucca.
We got up early and went to Strawberry Fields in Central Park on our last day there. It was so fun to see. I used to have a poster of this up in my bedroom in high school.
Then, we walked to see the Manhattan temple. I've told the story a million times because it was so funny, but I have to write it here, too.
The temple is really right in the middle of the city. It is part of several large skyscrapers together. Because of this, they have building security that has nothing to do with the temple. As you walk in, there is a little desk with a big, burly security guard who looks much more New York than Temple Square. I wanted a picture in front of "Manhattan Temple" sign, so we asked him if he would take it. He wasn't really eager and didn't even answer as he slowly got up and took my camera. Jen and I smiled as he held up the camera and said, "1, 2, 3... say Nephi!" We laughed so hard! I can just imagine the number of Books of Mormon he has at home from all the sweet little temple goers!

And then, we headed back to the hotel again, to take our 2 separate airplanes home. I took a shuttle which took forever with traffic and crazy driving. I was so carsick by the time I got to the airport, I really didn't want to get on an airplane. Jen took the subway and then an airport bus and said it worked perfectly. I'll have to remember that for next time.