So my draft box is full of blogs I start and haven't finished. There has been a lot happening and as most of you know we have a new addition to our family. Apparently the Lord wanted to teach me a lesson for being afraid to have big babies because we welcomed Mr. Noah William Odom into our family on November 11, 2009 weighing 9lbs 9 oz!!! 22 1/2 inches long!! He also gave us quite a scare by taking over a minute to breathe after having the cord wrapped around his neck and arm. He is super healthy and happy now! And as of Nov. 24th he grew 1/2 inch to now be 23 inches and 10 lbs 7 oz! We absolutely adore him!!! He has the sweetest temperament and spirit (plus the cutest dimples ever)!
My main reason for this post is also to send you over to check out some pictures we got done. I won free pictures through Pretty in Pink Photography. We got the pictures taken Saturday and she already has some sneak peaks up. Funny thing, my friend Marquette told me about the giveaway and low and behold Amanda who is doing the pictures is married to someone that Rusty knew in Thatcher where we went to college and my friends from high school know Amanda from the pool where they worked. Small World. We had a blast taking these pictures and I think that what I have seen looks great!! Rusty might also set up her web page that will help build his portfolio and help Amanda out! Super exciting! Be sure to check out Noah's photos.
Also, if you hadn't heard. rusty got a new job at the University of Phoenix doing something that he actually enjoys. It's great to have him come home happy from his job. I love knowing that he gets to use his creative side at work! I guess that's it for now. Hopefully I can get back to updating more often!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Maybe I could win this one..
Entering to win Newborn pictures! My friend Marquette told me about it and it would be awesome to win. Check it out here.
Monday, October 12, 2009
polls...Polls...POLLS!!!!
I have several polls for everyone to take part of! Just for fun!
Make sure you do all 3! (They are along the right side of the page.)
Then leave a comment with your exact guess.
The person with the closest answer will win a prize!
When will the baby be born?
How big will the baby be?
and once again...
What will be the sex of our baby?
Remember there is and "almost positive" for a girl and a 80% chance for a boy...
Results will be in when we have the baby!
Remember the winner gets a special prize...
****Info that might help you make and educated decision:***
Brayden was born 6 days AFTER his due date.
Brayden weighed 7lbs 7.6 oz (almost exactly 7 1/2 pounds)
And Brayden was indeed a boy. :)
Make sure you do all 3! (They are along the right side of the page.)
Then leave a comment with your exact guess.
The person with the closest answer will win a prize!
When will the baby be born?
How big will the baby be?
and once again...
What will be the sex of our baby?
Remember there is and "almost positive" for a girl and a 80% chance for a boy...
Results will be in when we have the baby!
Remember the winner gets a special prize...
****Info that might help you make and educated decision:***
Brayden was born 6 days AFTER his due date.
Brayden weighed 7lbs 7.6 oz (almost exactly 7 1/2 pounds)
And Brayden was indeed a boy. :)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Baby Shower and other things.
So, I have an amazing friend, Samantha, who is throwing me a baby shower. She is awesome! I wasn't sure if I was going to have one since I didn't know the sex of the baby but there really were things that we needed for this new baby. I just wasn't sure how well a shower would be received or if it was even appropriate since this is my second child. Sam insisted and has now gotten me super excited. There has been a lot going on in our lives and although we are overjoyed with a new baby coming into our home there has been a heaviness there that sometimes over powers that joy. Having this shower is really helping me feel less nervous and overwhelmed and I thank her for that!
Since it is somewhat last minute we sent out Evite invitations through e-mail. If someone didn't receive one, it's probably because I didn't have your e-mail, so if you are interested in going and didn't get an evite, let me know and I can give you all of the details. (It's Saturday, October 17th in the A.M. ). If you did get an evite, please respond so dear Samantha will know how many people to expect to the party. Rusty and I did register at Target and Walmart with things that we need for the new baby. It was fun going through those aisle and imagining how tiny this new baby will be. I look at Brayden and can't imagine him ever being THAT small. Time really goes by so fast.
Brayden's little foot...
Now onto other things...still mostly baby related...
As I have gotten the house (have another post coming of all that I have done!!) and try to get myself ready for the new baby, I find that's it's not real yet. When I waited for Brayden to come I felt I had a better understanding of how my life would change and run daily with a new baby. But now with adding a second. I just can't grasp it. It makes me a little worried about how I will deal with things when the new baby comes. My biggest fear is feeling too overwhelmed and sinking into postpartum depression and not being able to truly care for my 2 children. No longer 1 but 2. I'm sure all will be well since I have such a great husband and other support group however, it still weighs upon my mind.
Some things that I found out that make me kind of sad is that Brayden won't be able to come into the hospital to see me and the new baby. This really breaks my heart! With all of the swine flu problems that have been going on, hospitals across the valley are not letting children and teens come into the hospital unless they are sick or a family member is on their death bed.
Some hospitals ( like my mom's) aren't letting children the age of 17 and younger in and our hospital isn't letting children the age of 15 and under pass the information desk in the main lobby. I can understand the hospitals reasoning but it just stinks that my son can't come in and meet his new baby brother or sister for a couple days, and that I will be away from him during that time. I imagined Brayden coming in and sitting next to me on the hospital bed meeting his new brother or sister and getting our first full family picture together as soon as possible. Yeah a few days really don't make that big of a difference but it will still really suck.
Another big change going on with our family is that we are short selling our house!
This has been something that has really been on our mind that we have been praying about for a long time, and tonight we finished that paperwork. We realize that it will hurt our credit and what not but feel it is a better solution then to stay where we are at. Explaining all of the reasons right now would take a little too long but let's just say, it has to be done.
I have to say that the timing is a little rough. It will be listed to start showing the house on Saturday and that somewhat stresses me out. We will be called an hour prior to someone coming and looking at our house and I worry about how that will interrupt our schedules. Especially if someone comes during Brayden's nap or something. Then there is the chance that I will be going into labor in the next couple of weeks. Also, let's say I have the baby and the house is still being looked at, well there will be strange people coming into my home with a newborn, during flu (more importantly, swine flu) season. Then there is the fact that if we do sell right away we will need to be out of the house in an allotted time and packing with a toddler and newborn is not always the most fun thing to do. I think... that I think too much! * sigh *
We will be loking for a place to rent and I will be on edge until we find something. I will be on edge until this house sells too. It's just crazy that so much is happening in such a small amount of time. You would think we like this kind of chaos since we had a similar situation right after Brayden was born. Brayden was born, we came home from the hospital, packed up our place and moved out in two weeks from Thatcher to Maricopa, AZ. It really wasn't all that fun and yet we might be doing it again.
As for where we are moving too? We just aren't sure. A huge part of me wants to stay within our ward boundaries because I feel like I haven't accomplished everything that I needed to do and learn in my calling as the 1st counselor in the Primary. That's not my only reason but it's a big one. Rusty kind of wants to look in an area that is closer to his work. We are estimating that wherever we rent it will be for about 2 years and then see where we go from there. If it's longer then 2 years, I have a huge concern for what school district we will be moving into. There are a lot of things going on in my head right now and I am not doing a very good job of sorting them out. I just realized that I made an incredibly long post, once again, something that no one will probably read. Oh well, that's what I get for writing this super late with a lot on my mind. :) I will try to do a better job at updating little things instead of a lot all at once.
Since it is somewhat last minute we sent out Evite invitations through e-mail. If someone didn't receive one, it's probably because I didn't have your e-mail, so if you are interested in going and didn't get an evite, let me know and I can give you all of the details. (It's Saturday, October 17th in the A.M. ). If you did get an evite, please respond so dear Samantha will know how many people to expect to the party. Rusty and I did register at Target and Walmart with things that we need for the new baby. It was fun going through those aisle and imagining how tiny this new baby will be. I look at Brayden and can't imagine him ever being THAT small. Time really goes by so fast.
Brayden's little foot...Now onto other things...still mostly baby related...
As I have gotten the house (have another post coming of all that I have done!!) and try to get myself ready for the new baby, I find that's it's not real yet. When I waited for Brayden to come I felt I had a better understanding of how my life would change and run daily with a new baby. But now with adding a second. I just can't grasp it. It makes me a little worried about how I will deal with things when the new baby comes. My biggest fear is feeling too overwhelmed and sinking into postpartum depression and not being able to truly care for my 2 children. No longer 1 but 2. I'm sure all will be well since I have such a great husband and other support group however, it still weighs upon my mind.
Some things that I found out that make me kind of sad is that Brayden won't be able to come into the hospital to see me and the new baby. This really breaks my heart! With all of the swine flu problems that have been going on, hospitals across the valley are not letting children and teens come into the hospital unless they are sick or a family member is on their death bed.
DARN YOU SWINE FLU!!
Some hospitals ( like my mom's) aren't letting children the age of 17 and younger in and our hospital isn't letting children the age of 15 and under pass the information desk in the main lobby. I can understand the hospitals reasoning but it just stinks that my son can't come in and meet his new baby brother or sister for a couple days, and that I will be away from him during that time. I imagined Brayden coming in and sitting next to me on the hospital bed meeting his new brother or sister and getting our first full family picture together as soon as possible. Yeah a few days really don't make that big of a difference but it will still really suck.
Another big change going on with our family is that we are short selling our house!
This has been something that has really been on our mind that we have been praying about for a long time, and tonight we finished that paperwork. We realize that it will hurt our credit and what not but feel it is a better solution then to stay where we are at. Explaining all of the reasons right now would take a little too long but let's just say, it has to be done.I have to say that the timing is a little rough. It will be listed to start showing the house on Saturday and that somewhat stresses me out. We will be called an hour prior to someone coming and looking at our house and I worry about how that will interrupt our schedules. Especially if someone comes during Brayden's nap or something. Then there is the chance that I will be going into labor in the next couple of weeks. Also, let's say I have the baby and the house is still being looked at, well there will be strange people coming into my home with a newborn, during flu (more importantly, swine flu) season. Then there is the fact that if we do sell right away we will need to be out of the house in an allotted time and packing with a toddler and newborn is not always the most fun thing to do. I think... that I think too much! * sigh *
We will be loking for a place to rent and I will be on edge until we find something. I will be on edge until this house sells too. It's just crazy that so much is happening in such a small amount of time. You would think we like this kind of chaos since we had a similar situation right after Brayden was born. Brayden was born, we came home from the hospital, packed up our place and moved out in two weeks from Thatcher to Maricopa, AZ. It really wasn't all that fun and yet we might be doing it again.
As for where we are moving too? We just aren't sure. A huge part of me wants to stay within our ward boundaries because I feel like I haven't accomplished everything that I needed to do and learn in my calling as the 1st counselor in the Primary. That's not my only reason but it's a big one. Rusty kind of wants to look in an area that is closer to his work. We are estimating that wherever we rent it will be for about 2 years and then see where we go from there. If it's longer then 2 years, I have a huge concern for what school district we will be moving into. There are a lot of things going on in my head right now and I am not doing a very good job of sorting them out. I just realized that I made an incredibly long post, once again, something that no one will probably read. Oh well, that's what I get for writing this super late with a lot on my mind. :) I will try to do a better job at updating little things instead of a lot all at once.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Stroller Giveaway!
So I have never done this before but I desperately want, nay, NEED this giveaway!!! As everyone knows we have baby #2 on his/her way and I have been searching for a double stroller that will work with a newborn and a 2 yr old. This stroller is pretty much awesome and can fit my current baby car seat in one side! The only problem... It's pretty expensive... :( Sad day.
However ,I landed upon this blog Two of a kind, working on a full house and found out they were going to give out 1 2009 Tango double stroller courtesy of Zooper . I am really hoping that I win, because it would definitely help out! The color I would be winning is not necessarily the color I would want in a stroller but who can complain when you desperately need one and don't have the money to buy it... So wish me luck!
However ,I landed upon this blog Two of a kind, working on a full house and found out they were going to give out 1 2009 Tango double stroller courtesy of Zooper . I am really hoping that I win, because it would definitely help out! The color I would be winning is not necessarily the color I would want in a stroller but who can complain when you desperately need one and don't have the money to buy it... So wish me luck!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
A wake up call.
I have been very frustrated with myself lately. I recently had such a great spiritual experience and have witnessed from a distance the Lord's gentle and loving hand in others life and yet I have been so negative and frustrated. There is no real reason for me to feel this way and then I feel so guilty because of my poor attitude.
Last Friday I went to the funeral of my Aunt Tracee. Although this was something that we knew would happen it was still so hard to see her loving husband looking over her body. He stood by her side for all these years and was the greatest husband you can imagine. He loved her so much! He married her knowing she had major medical problems, knowing that things would be hard and he was always loving and understanding. They could never have children, they couldn't adopt, she had two kidney transplants, a heart attack and heart surgery and years of dialysis. Yet, he never complained, he only showed loved to her and everyone around him.
As some may know our friend Jami has suffered a great loss. Her husband Kameron (the one I asked everyone to pray for) passed away last Wednesday. He had been fighting in the ICU for 1 1/2 months and the Lord felt his time was done here on this earth. I am just so touched by the amazing strength and faith that Jami has! Daily she updated everyone one on Kameron's ups and downs. As I read her last blog about the day he left this earth to return home to our Father in heaven, I just wept. I could not even imagine going through what she has been through.
I look at my son who is only about 6 months younger than hers and look at Rusty and just couldn't imagine losing him and having to change my whole life. Being a widow at such a young age. She is just amazing! I know the Lord thinks so highly of her and so do I. I am so grateful for the understanding I have about death and eternal ties. The blessing of the temple and knowing we will see all of our friends and family again.
I can't help but look at these two amazing spouses who have been loving, supportive, have such great faith and then think 'what is my problem?' I just feel like a spoiled brat. Having unnecessary temper-tantrums, not wanting to fulfill my responsibilities and the way that I treat my family is just awful. I have no excuse. What is going to wake me up to make the necessary changes in my life? I recognize what I don't like about myself and instead of changing it I complain about it.
I want to be like these amazing people I know. What great examples they are. So thank you Jami. Thank you Uncle Danny. I pray that you will be continually comforted and blessed by the Lords merciful hand! And I pray that I can be worthy of the same blessings someday.
Last Friday I went to the funeral of my Aunt Tracee. Although this was something that we knew would happen it was still so hard to see her loving husband looking over her body. He stood by her side for all these years and was the greatest husband you can imagine. He loved her so much! He married her knowing she had major medical problems, knowing that things would be hard and he was always loving and understanding. They could never have children, they couldn't adopt, she had two kidney transplants, a heart attack and heart surgery and years of dialysis. Yet, he never complained, he only showed loved to her and everyone around him.
As some may know our friend Jami has suffered a great loss. Her husband Kameron (the one I asked everyone to pray for) passed away last Wednesday. He had been fighting in the ICU for 1 1/2 months and the Lord felt his time was done here on this earth. I am just so touched by the amazing strength and faith that Jami has! Daily she updated everyone one on Kameron's ups and downs. As I read her last blog about the day he left this earth to return home to our Father in heaven, I just wept. I could not even imagine going through what she has been through.
I look at my son who is only about 6 months younger than hers and look at Rusty and just couldn't imagine losing him and having to change my whole life. Being a widow at such a young age. She is just amazing! I know the Lord thinks so highly of her and so do I. I am so grateful for the understanding I have about death and eternal ties. The blessing of the temple and knowing we will see all of our friends and family again.
I can't help but look at these two amazing spouses who have been loving, supportive, have such great faith and then think 'what is my problem?' I just feel like a spoiled brat. Having unnecessary temper-tantrums, not wanting to fulfill my responsibilities and the way that I treat my family is just awful. I have no excuse. What is going to wake me up to make the necessary changes in my life? I recognize what I don't like about myself and instead of changing it I complain about it.
I want to be like these amazing people I know. What great examples they are. So thank you Jami. Thank you Uncle Danny. I pray that you will be continually comforted and blessed by the Lords merciful hand! And I pray that I can be worthy of the same blessings someday.
**********In Memory of Kameron Haban**********
Kameron Neil Haban's obituary
July 8, 1980 - August 19, 2009
Our beloved Kameron, age 29, was called home to the arms of our Heavenly Father on August 19, 2009 in Tucson, Arizona after a six week struggle with Lupus in the Tucson Medical Center.
Kameron was born in Honolulu, Hawaii on July 8, 1980. Kameron lived with his family in Hawaii, California and Japan before settling in Sierra Vista, Arizona when he was 15. He attended MC Perry School in Japan where he excelled in academics and athletics. He especially enjoyed playing and coaching baseball and softball. From 1999 until 2001 he served a LDS mission in Phnom Penh, Cambodia where he grew to love the people and was dedicated to sharing the gospel with them. As an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Kameron held many callings in the church; he served as Elders Quorum President of his college ward, a Young Men’s Presidency member, a Sunday School teacher, Primary teacher, Scout leader, Seminary Teacher and was an Eagle Scout.
After graduating from Buena High School in 1998 Kameron left home to attend college at Eastern Arizona College, in Thatcher, Arizona where he met the love of his life, Jamilyn (Davies) Haban, in 2003. They were sealed for time and all eternity in the Mesa Arizona Temple on June 25, 2004. Kameron always put Jami first and loves her more than anything. Kameron loves his son, Kason, and worked hard to provide him with the very best. He and Kason were best buds and were often found spending all their extra time together. Kason was his pride and joy and Kameron was the best daddy to Kason.
Kameron was happiest when spending time with his wife, son and family. He enjoyed spending time out-of-doors, especially if it involved hunting or playing sports. Baseball was a huge part of Kameron’s life and he enjoyed teaching his son how to play. He could often be found in the kitchen and enjoyed cooking and baking for his family. Kameron was not one to sit still and do nothing. He was a hard worker and was constantly thinking of ways to serve and help others. He always put others needs before his own. Kameron’s smile was contagious and could light up a room. He had such a great love for the Gospel of Jesus Christ and strived to live it faithfully each day. He was an amazing husband, father, son, brother, and friend. Many lives have been touched by the love and compassion of Kameron. We love you Kam. You will be greatly missed by many and we anxiously await our reunion with you.
Kameron is survived by: his wife, Jamilyn Haban and his two year old son, Kason Alexander Haban; his mother and father, Arthur and Elena Haban; two brothers, Matthew and Daniel Haban; his grandparents, Alejandro (Mary) Haban, Irene Pascua and Roseline Dimaya.
Donations in Kameron’s memory may be made at any Bank of America in the name of Jami Haban for the benefit of Kameron Haban.
http://www.viningfuneralhome.com/sitemaker/sites/Vining1/obit.cgi?user=127503Haban
*****If anyone would like to know more about Jami and what you can do to help please click on the "Support Kameron and Jamie" button at the top of the blog.
Jami is now left with some crazy medical bills and funeral bills and donations can be made on that page. Thank you!*****
Kameron Neil Haban's obituary
July 8, 1980 - August 19, 2009
Our beloved Kameron, age 29, was called home to the arms of our Heavenly Father on August 19, 2009 in Tucson, Arizona after a six week struggle with Lupus in the Tucson Medical Center.
Kameron was born in Honolulu, Hawaii on July 8, 1980. Kameron lived with his family in Hawaii, California and Japan before settling in Sierra Vista, Arizona when he was 15. He attended MC Perry School in Japan where he excelled in academics and athletics. He especially enjoyed playing and coaching baseball and softball. From 1999 until 2001 he served a LDS mission in Phnom Penh, Cambodia where he grew to love the people and was dedicated to sharing the gospel with them. As an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Kameron held many callings in the church; he served as Elders Quorum President of his college ward, a Young Men’s Presidency member, a Sunday School teacher, Primary teacher, Scout leader, Seminary Teacher and was an Eagle Scout.
After graduating from Buena High School in 1998 Kameron left home to attend college at Eastern Arizona College, in Thatcher, Arizona where he met the love of his life, Jamilyn (Davies) Haban, in 2003. They were sealed for time and all eternity in the Mesa Arizona Temple on June 25, 2004. Kameron always put Jami first and loves her more than anything. Kameron loves his son, Kason, and worked hard to provide him with the very best. He and Kason were best buds and were often found spending all their extra time together. Kason was his pride and joy and Kameron was the best daddy to Kason.
Kameron was happiest when spending time with his wife, son and family. He enjoyed spending time out-of-doors, especially if it involved hunting or playing sports. Baseball was a huge part of Kameron’s life and he enjoyed teaching his son how to play. He could often be found in the kitchen and enjoyed cooking and baking for his family. Kameron was not one to sit still and do nothing. He was a hard worker and was constantly thinking of ways to serve and help others. He always put others needs before his own. Kameron’s smile was contagious and could light up a room. He had such a great love for the Gospel of Jesus Christ and strived to live it faithfully each day. He was an amazing husband, father, son, brother, and friend. Many lives have been touched by the love and compassion of Kameron. We love you Kam. You will be greatly missed by many and we anxiously await our reunion with you.
Kameron is survived by: his wife, Jamilyn Haban and his two year old son, Kason Alexander Haban; his mother and father, Arthur and Elena Haban; two brothers, Matthew and Daniel Haban; his grandparents, Alejandro (Mary) Haban, Irene Pascua and Roseline Dimaya.
Donations in Kameron’s memory may be made at any Bank of America in the name of Jami Haban for the benefit of Kameron Haban.
http://www.viningfuneralhome.com/sitemaker/sites/Vining1/obit.cgi?user=127503Haban
*****If anyone would like to know more about Jami and what you can do to help please click on the "Support Kameron and Jamie" button at the top of the blog.
Jami is now left with some crazy medical bills and funeral bills and donations can be made on that page. Thank you!*****
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Accident and the MIRACLE that followed.
So this may be a very long blog but don't say I didn't warn you. I had a very traumatic thing happen to me this last week and although I wouldn't say it's something I would willingly go through again I feel that it was something I physically needed for my own spiritual growth. So I guess I should start at the beginning:
I decided to take a vacation with my Mother, her friend Brigette, Brayden and myself. We headed off on Friday July 31st to Farmington, New Mexico to visit some dear friends of ours (Cindy Hamson and her family) that we hadn't seen in WAY too long. We had a wonderful time with fun pictures to go with it (I will share those in another blog to come). One thing we decided to do while up in Farmington was to can. This was something I have always wanted to learn and do. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints we are asked to have a year supply for our families in case of an emergency. This is something that I have never really put a dent into mostly because it felt so overwhelming and all too consuming. However, while talking to Cindy I felt empowered! Like, "This is something I CAN do." So we bought jars and food to go in them. We went to a nearby orchard and got fresh peaches that we canned and on Wednesday we decided to make some "Heat and Eat" meals.
I had never realized that you could can meat or meals that contained meat. What you have to do is make the meal and put it into the jars (with the meat raw) and you put it into the pressure cooker for 90 minutes under 15 pounds of pressure. And the meat will cook all the way through. So we had been doing this all day and the process consisted of the food cooking and Cindy would take the jars out of the pressure cooker, hand them to Brigette who placed them down on the towel for me and then I tightened the jars and they would cool. We had already canned at least 30 something jars that day not to count the 30 plus jars we had done the day or so before, we were naturals.
Well, that night (Wednesday August 5th) we had a batch of stews cooking in the pressure cooker and it finished up right after So You Think You Can Dance and so we made our assembly line and started to tighten the lids. I was on the 2nd to last one when I started to tighten a lid which didn't feel right and before I knew it I have a face full of hot steaming, greasy stew all over my face. At first I didn't feel the pain I was just shocked that it had happened. Whenever I get her my mind tries to think as logical as possible. My first reaction was get to a sink, however my body wasn't really listening, I did a quick circle in the same spot and tried to head to the bathroom but was re-directed to the kitchen sink by Doug (Cindy's amazing husband) and was met by others who started to spray me down with cool water. That's when I started to feel the pain however at that moment I was having a harder time breathing being squirted with the water, trying to catch my breath.
I was then taken to the bathroom with a wet rag over my face and we filled up the sink with cool water and dumped ice into it. My face got hotter and hotter and just would not cool down. I remember looking into the mirror in shock at what I looked like. My whole face was red and I could see my skin melting off my face. It was such a weird experience, seeing myself like that. I kept thinking, "It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay." I knew it had to be.
We knew that I had to go the the ER there was no way we could handle this on our own especially since it looked like I was suffering from 2nd and 3rd degree burns with in seconds of the accident. Before I knew it the door bell rang and a gentleman from the Hamson's ward was there to help Doug give me a Priesthood blessing. My Mom arrived around the same time (she had been at the store with Brayden, thank goodness) and they came in the bathroom to give me the blessing. This was that best thing that could have happened at that exact moment in time. I was so comforted by the blessing that I had absolute confidence that everything really was going to be okay! The blessing stated that the my unborn baby was fine and would not be affected by this experience. That I would make a full and quick recovery and that the Lord would help me through the pain that I would have to endure.
Right after the blessing we filled up a huge bowl with ice and water and I got into the car with the bowl and towel. I could not take the towel off my face for even a second with out feeling an intense burning over my whole face and neck. The hospital was at the other side of town and as we got there I was rushed in to the back trauma room. The hospital experience was a little frustrating to say the least. I had one nurse that was...not very compassionate and two others that seemed to really care, although none of them were really there to witness what was going on... I will try not to dwell on that point and just move on.
Once in my room I sat down on the bed with the ice water and rag and continued to rinse my face. It was the only thing that eased the pain at all. We had changed from me putting the ice cold rag on my face to my mother doing it while I held the bowl. One nurse rinsed my face with sterile water (she was worried about me getting an infection from the clothe we were using, she soon let it be since there was no other way to stop the burning) so the other nurse got more ice (since the ice was melting too quickly) while another nurse set up an IV. They gave me some pain medication and we continued the ice water.
The whole time I felt calm and my mind was really thinking about our friend Cindy who was in the room with my mom and I. She felt so bad and I wished that there was a way I could comfort her. She had been canning since she was a little girl (so like for 40 years or so) and has never had anything like this happen before! I was so grateful that she and my mom where there with me. I felt bad for poor Rusty, he was ready to head out to New Mexico the second it happened, but I insisted that he stayed in Phx. It felt so pointless for him to drive the 7 hours to get there and I would probably be feeling better by then and then he would have missed work and there was no way I would want him to drive 7 hours after being awake since 4 am.
For some reason, when I go through something painful or traumatic I decided to keep things as light as possible. I kept trying to have regular conversations and joke around and I think this might be one of the reasons the nurses didn't seem as concerned. They probably thought we were having a party in the room. I just think it's silly to get over worked and frustrated when all it does is make the experience worse. I did the same thing when I was having Brayden and my mom had thought I had gone completely loopy because if the jokes I made... Anyways, there was a lot of laughter mixed with bursts of tears. "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." Whenever I did start crying I would push them back and everyone was like, "It's okay to cry..." and I was like, "I can't, it hurts too much to cry." haha. It was true.
So I digress again, so by this point it has been about 1 hour at the hospital they had already given me another dose of pain medication (that did absolutely nothing!) and there was a big concern that I was going to get sick from all of the freezing water. The whole bed was soaked, my clothes were soaked, the floor had puddles on both sides and my body was convulsing it was so cold. However, the pain and heat of my face took precedence over all of that for me. We took the towel off for 5-10 seconds to see if it had stopped and then I couldn't go any longer with out it. They ended up cutting off my shirt since it was soaked and we couldn't pull it over my face, they gave me a dry gown tons of towels and more blankets to try to keep my body warm. This continued for a long time.
My body really was going through a lot. I had to go to the restroom which was a very difficult thing. My Mom helped me walk down the hall as I held the bowl with ice and kept applying the cloth. When I got off of the bed I could barely stand. It was like my body was so week. I was dizzy and just had trouble making myself move. While in the restroom my whole body started to cramp up and It couldn't move. On the way back I seriously almost collapsed if it wasn't for my mom holding me up and my teeth started chattering uncontrollably. The nurse had changed the sheets on my bed since the others were completely soaked and I was quickly given fresh, warm blankets which helped to calm down my shaking legs. Once in bed, we continued the ice water on my face.
We kept checking to see if my face had gotten to the point where I could go with out the towel, with no luck. My face would go from pitch white (from being frozen ) to bright red in seconds. By this point my lips were super swollen and my eyes were almost swelling over my eyes. I kind of wish I had a mirror to see all of this but at the same time glad that I didn't. The expression and concerns on the faces and voices around me was enough.
After about 4 hours of cooling my face down and even more pain medication my face would not stay cool. The longest I could take the towel off with out the pain was about 10 seconds and then the pain would start on my cheeks work up to my eyes and then my whole face felt like it was on fire. However, the doctor decided that it was time to put on the antibiotic cream and see how I would handle it. That meant no more water on my face....
I have to say that I think this is one of the most painful things I have experienced (and I have experienced a lot of pain in my life). We stopped the water and I had to lean back as two nurses on either side of me started applying the ointment. You would think that I had placed my face over an open fire. The process took maybe only 3-5 minutes and in that time I was just holding onto the bed mattress squeezing as hard as I could trying to take slow deep breaths. In my mind I just kept praying that the Lord would just help me through this moment in time. Just as I reached the peak of my pain it was like all of a sudden the pain just dropped. It wasn't all at once but it was really quick considering how long I had been in pain. My heart felt at ease and comforted. I honestly felt like the Lord said, "Okay Olivia, you went threw all the pain that you needed to, I will take it from here." And that was it. That's what happened. It wasn't because of the cream because the cream had NO numbing agents it was just a antibiotic cream to shield from infections. It wasn't because of the pain medication, although they gave me a different kind this time there was no way it could have taken away all of my pain in that amount of time and given me that spiritual comfort that I received. I knew that the Priesthood blessing that was given to me had come true. That the Lord would help me through the pain.
By this point the nurses came in and checked the baby's heartbeat to make sure he/she was okay. And there was that beautiful little heartbeat working and a few kicks to the little doohickey to remind everyone that everything was okay. I was finally at the point when I could talk to Rusty. He had been so concerned and loving. I told him how things were going and that I was doing much better. I also wished him a Happy Anniversary since it was now August 6th. We had been married for 4 years. What a great Anniversary present. :)
I was soon discharged with some pain medication, and extra cream for my face (along with the prescriptions to get filled the next day). The doctor gave me the name of a plastic surgeon to meet with the next day to clean up my face, give me a realistic idea of how long it will take to heal and to tell me how to treat my face properly. So at around 2 am we headed home and I attempted to sleep.
It is very difficult to sleep propped up and unable to turn your head in either direction to sleep. Although I didn't really 'sleep' I felt really rested. Brayden had woken up and I got up with him, so glad to see him. (The night before he was screaming as we headed out to the hospital and I was unable to say goodbye to him). He and I got up and read a book together, played cars and enjoyed Mommy and Brayden time. At first he looked up at me a little frightened and confused by the appearance of my face but that soon passed. I was a wake and feeling really good. After what I went through wouldn't I be in more pain? Wouldn't I be completely exhausted? Wouldn't I be begging for someone else to be handling Brayden so I could go back to sleep? Something? But I didn't. I felt happy, content, healthy and good.
I went and looked at myself in the mirror and was completely shocked at what I saw. My face didn't look anything like I thought it would. I had seen bad burns and this was a bad burn! Yet, there I was looking better, feeling better. I knew that the Lord was following through with what he said! A full and quick recovery. That morning we went to see the plastic surgeon and I know that he was expecting to see me worse then what I was. He added to that confidence I had by saying that I should recover with no scarring. He popped a few blisters, told me to stay out of the sun for at least 3 weeks and how to care for my face and that was it. I was doing great for being burned with scolding hot grease water only 12 hours before.
When it came to pain it didn't feel like I really needed to take the medication and by day 2 I was on a low dosage of Tylenol. This was comforting to me because I didn't want to have to use the high pain medication especially since it could slow down the baby's heart beat. The only time that I felt pain was when I was in an area that felt heated, like a hot car or sunlight (which I was trying to avoid all together).
Each day since has proven to be better and better. Everyday since the accident has been like a weeks worth of healing to my face! And this is NOT and exaggeration. I wish I had a picture of my face the night of the accident because I almost think people don't believe me when they see me. I felt awful Friday night because my face was looking...icky. I just wanted to cry, I knew I would be going home and seeing Rusty and although I know he loves me no matter what I looked like I didn't want him seeing me like that. I also felt guilty, knowing that I was healing so quickly, wasn't feeling any pain and yet I was still whining about my appearance. Luckily I kicked myself out of the rut and really focused on the fact that if it wasn't for the Lord I would be like any other burn victim being on day 2 of healing instead of week 2.
When I came home I was so happy to see my hubby and he was surprised to see me. I had sent him a picture that somewhat showed my injuries from the day before and he couldn't believe how much better I had gotten in a day. By Sunday it was even better then the day before.
I had originally thought that I would not be up to gong to church that Sunday when the accident happened but when Sunday came along, I knew I had to go. I had been blessed with healing quicker and had barely any pain, there was no reason for me to miss church. I felt like if I missed church I wouldn't be showing my gratitude to the Lord for all that He had done for me in my time of need. It was great being there and getting a chance to take the sacrament and to feel the Spirit there. It did feel a little weird being there when so many had heard my story and were expecting to see me far worse then I was. I felt that it was just a witness to the great and marvelous mercies and miracles that the Lord gives us.
There are so many things that I have gotten out of this experience. I feel like each day I have learned something about myself and the gospel of Jesus Christ. My testimony has grown ten folds and I am grateful for it. Like I said in the beginning, this was something I needed, I just hope I don't have to go through it again. :)
As of today, Wednesday August 12th I am doing great. My face is looking really good. My right cheek has almost completely peeled and is a light pink. I still have small blisters on my eyelids and a few other areas. My neck is the hardest to keep the ointment on so the skin is rougher there. There are a few areas where the skin was damaged but not peeling yet so it looks like my freckles got darker. Thank goodness for those freckles that are really hiding the small blisters and right now it looks like I just had a bad sunburn. So I am super grateful and feeling more blessed then words can say!
Thanks to everyone who has kept me in your prayers and thoughts, they have truly helped more then you know.
* I am working on getting some pictures from after the accident but as for now I will leave it with this VERY, VERY long blog. *
***VERY IMPORTANT: I do NOT want this experience to scare anyone away from canning! This was a freak accident that happened and the liklyhood of it happening again is very slim! Like I said my friend Cindy has been canning for about 40 years or so and has never seen this happen. After the incident we kept the jar and realized that it had to have been faulty. Doug was able to twist it shut and then pop it open very easily. That should not happen! We did file a report with the company and US Consumer Product Safety Commission. I am hoping that they can make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else. I am planning to can again, I admit it might take a while but I will be canning soon because it is so important!*****
I decided to take a vacation with my Mother, her friend Brigette, Brayden and myself. We headed off on Friday July 31st to Farmington, New Mexico to visit some dear friends of ours (Cindy Hamson and her family) that we hadn't seen in WAY too long. We had a wonderful time with fun pictures to go with it (I will share those in another blog to come). One thing we decided to do while up in Farmington was to can. This was something I have always wanted to learn and do. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints we are asked to have a year supply for our families in case of an emergency. This is something that I have never really put a dent into mostly because it felt so overwhelming and all too consuming. However, while talking to Cindy I felt empowered! Like, "This is something I CAN do." So we bought jars and food to go in them. We went to a nearby orchard and got fresh peaches that we canned and on Wednesday we decided to make some "Heat and Eat" meals.
I had never realized that you could can meat or meals that contained meat. What you have to do is make the meal and put it into the jars (with the meat raw) and you put it into the pressure cooker for 90 minutes under 15 pounds of pressure. And the meat will cook all the way through. So we had been doing this all day and the process consisted of the food cooking and Cindy would take the jars out of the pressure cooker, hand them to Brigette who placed them down on the towel for me and then I tightened the jars and they would cool. We had already canned at least 30 something jars that day not to count the 30 plus jars we had done the day or so before, we were naturals.
Well, that night (Wednesday August 5th) we had a batch of stews cooking in the pressure cooker and it finished up right after So You Think You Can Dance and so we made our assembly line and started to tighten the lids. I was on the 2nd to last one when I started to tighten a lid which didn't feel right and before I knew it I have a face full of hot steaming, greasy stew all over my face. At first I didn't feel the pain I was just shocked that it had happened. Whenever I get her my mind tries to think as logical as possible. My first reaction was get to a sink, however my body wasn't really listening, I did a quick circle in the same spot and tried to head to the bathroom but was re-directed to the kitchen sink by Doug (Cindy's amazing husband) and was met by others who started to spray me down with cool water. That's when I started to feel the pain however at that moment I was having a harder time breathing being squirted with the water, trying to catch my breath.
I was then taken to the bathroom with a wet rag over my face and we filled up the sink with cool water and dumped ice into it. My face got hotter and hotter and just would not cool down. I remember looking into the mirror in shock at what I looked like. My whole face was red and I could see my skin melting off my face. It was such a weird experience, seeing myself like that. I kept thinking, "It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay." I knew it had to be.
We knew that I had to go the the ER there was no way we could handle this on our own especially since it looked like I was suffering from 2nd and 3rd degree burns with in seconds of the accident. Before I knew it the door bell rang and a gentleman from the Hamson's ward was there to help Doug give me a Priesthood blessing. My Mom arrived around the same time (she had been at the store with Brayden, thank goodness) and they came in the bathroom to give me the blessing. This was that best thing that could have happened at that exact moment in time. I was so comforted by the blessing that I had absolute confidence that everything really was going to be okay! The blessing stated that the my unborn baby was fine and would not be affected by this experience. That I would make a full and quick recovery and that the Lord would help me through the pain that I would have to endure.
Right after the blessing we filled up a huge bowl with ice and water and I got into the car with the bowl and towel. I could not take the towel off my face for even a second with out feeling an intense burning over my whole face and neck. The hospital was at the other side of town and as we got there I was rushed in to the back trauma room. The hospital experience was a little frustrating to say the least. I had one nurse that was...not very compassionate and two others that seemed to really care, although none of them were really there to witness what was going on... I will try not to dwell on that point and just move on.
Once in my room I sat down on the bed with the ice water and rag and continued to rinse my face. It was the only thing that eased the pain at all. We had changed from me putting the ice cold rag on my face to my mother doing it while I held the bowl. One nurse rinsed my face with sterile water (she was worried about me getting an infection from the clothe we were using, she soon let it be since there was no other way to stop the burning) so the other nurse got more ice (since the ice was melting too quickly) while another nurse set up an IV. They gave me some pain medication and we continued the ice water.
The whole time I felt calm and my mind was really thinking about our friend Cindy who was in the room with my mom and I. She felt so bad and I wished that there was a way I could comfort her. She had been canning since she was a little girl (so like for 40 years or so) and has never had anything like this happen before! I was so grateful that she and my mom where there with me. I felt bad for poor Rusty, he was ready to head out to New Mexico the second it happened, but I insisted that he stayed in Phx. It felt so pointless for him to drive the 7 hours to get there and I would probably be feeling better by then and then he would have missed work and there was no way I would want him to drive 7 hours after being awake since 4 am.
For some reason, when I go through something painful or traumatic I decided to keep things as light as possible. I kept trying to have regular conversations and joke around and I think this might be one of the reasons the nurses didn't seem as concerned. They probably thought we were having a party in the room. I just think it's silly to get over worked and frustrated when all it does is make the experience worse. I did the same thing when I was having Brayden and my mom had thought I had gone completely loopy because if the jokes I made... Anyways, there was a lot of laughter mixed with bursts of tears. "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." Whenever I did start crying I would push them back and everyone was like, "It's okay to cry..." and I was like, "I can't, it hurts too much to cry." haha. It was true.
So I digress again, so by this point it has been about 1 hour at the hospital they had already given me another dose of pain medication (that did absolutely nothing!) and there was a big concern that I was going to get sick from all of the freezing water. The whole bed was soaked, my clothes were soaked, the floor had puddles on both sides and my body was convulsing it was so cold. However, the pain and heat of my face took precedence over all of that for me. We took the towel off for 5-10 seconds to see if it had stopped and then I couldn't go any longer with out it. They ended up cutting off my shirt since it was soaked and we couldn't pull it over my face, they gave me a dry gown tons of towels and more blankets to try to keep my body warm. This continued for a long time.
My body really was going through a lot. I had to go to the restroom which was a very difficult thing. My Mom helped me walk down the hall as I held the bowl with ice and kept applying the cloth. When I got off of the bed I could barely stand. It was like my body was so week. I was dizzy and just had trouble making myself move. While in the restroom my whole body started to cramp up and It couldn't move. On the way back I seriously almost collapsed if it wasn't for my mom holding me up and my teeth started chattering uncontrollably. The nurse had changed the sheets on my bed since the others were completely soaked and I was quickly given fresh, warm blankets which helped to calm down my shaking legs. Once in bed, we continued the ice water on my face.
We kept checking to see if my face had gotten to the point where I could go with out the towel, with no luck. My face would go from pitch white (from being frozen ) to bright red in seconds. By this point my lips were super swollen and my eyes were almost swelling over my eyes. I kind of wish I had a mirror to see all of this but at the same time glad that I didn't. The expression and concerns on the faces and voices around me was enough.
After about 4 hours of cooling my face down and even more pain medication my face would not stay cool. The longest I could take the towel off with out the pain was about 10 seconds and then the pain would start on my cheeks work up to my eyes and then my whole face felt like it was on fire. However, the doctor decided that it was time to put on the antibiotic cream and see how I would handle it. That meant no more water on my face....
I have to say that I think this is one of the most painful things I have experienced (and I have experienced a lot of pain in my life). We stopped the water and I had to lean back as two nurses on either side of me started applying the ointment. You would think that I had placed my face over an open fire. The process took maybe only 3-5 minutes and in that time I was just holding onto the bed mattress squeezing as hard as I could trying to take slow deep breaths. In my mind I just kept praying that the Lord would just help me through this moment in time. Just as I reached the peak of my pain it was like all of a sudden the pain just dropped. It wasn't all at once but it was really quick considering how long I had been in pain. My heart felt at ease and comforted. I honestly felt like the Lord said, "Okay Olivia, you went threw all the pain that you needed to, I will take it from here." And that was it. That's what happened. It wasn't because of the cream because the cream had NO numbing agents it was just a antibiotic cream to shield from infections. It wasn't because of the pain medication, although they gave me a different kind this time there was no way it could have taken away all of my pain in that amount of time and given me that spiritual comfort that I received. I knew that the Priesthood blessing that was given to me had come true. That the Lord would help me through the pain.
By this point the nurses came in and checked the baby's heartbeat to make sure he/she was okay. And there was that beautiful little heartbeat working and a few kicks to the little doohickey to remind everyone that everything was okay. I was finally at the point when I could talk to Rusty. He had been so concerned and loving. I told him how things were going and that I was doing much better. I also wished him a Happy Anniversary since it was now August 6th. We had been married for 4 years. What a great Anniversary present. :)
I was soon discharged with some pain medication, and extra cream for my face (along with the prescriptions to get filled the next day). The doctor gave me the name of a plastic surgeon to meet with the next day to clean up my face, give me a realistic idea of how long it will take to heal and to tell me how to treat my face properly. So at around 2 am we headed home and I attempted to sleep.
It is very difficult to sleep propped up and unable to turn your head in either direction to sleep. Although I didn't really 'sleep' I felt really rested. Brayden had woken up and I got up with him, so glad to see him. (The night before he was screaming as we headed out to the hospital and I was unable to say goodbye to him). He and I got up and read a book together, played cars and enjoyed Mommy and Brayden time. At first he looked up at me a little frightened and confused by the appearance of my face but that soon passed. I was a wake and feeling really good. After what I went through wouldn't I be in more pain? Wouldn't I be completely exhausted? Wouldn't I be begging for someone else to be handling Brayden so I could go back to sleep? Something? But I didn't. I felt happy, content, healthy and good.
I went and looked at myself in the mirror and was completely shocked at what I saw. My face didn't look anything like I thought it would. I had seen bad burns and this was a bad burn! Yet, there I was looking better, feeling better. I knew that the Lord was following through with what he said! A full and quick recovery. That morning we went to see the plastic surgeon and I know that he was expecting to see me worse then what I was. He added to that confidence I had by saying that I should recover with no scarring. He popped a few blisters, told me to stay out of the sun for at least 3 weeks and how to care for my face and that was it. I was doing great for being burned with scolding hot grease water only 12 hours before.
When it came to pain it didn't feel like I really needed to take the medication and by day 2 I was on a low dosage of Tylenol. This was comforting to me because I didn't want to have to use the high pain medication especially since it could slow down the baby's heart beat. The only time that I felt pain was when I was in an area that felt heated, like a hot car or sunlight (which I was trying to avoid all together).
Each day since has proven to be better and better. Everyday since the accident has been like a weeks worth of healing to my face! And this is NOT and exaggeration. I wish I had a picture of my face the night of the accident because I almost think people don't believe me when they see me. I felt awful Friday night because my face was looking...icky. I just wanted to cry, I knew I would be going home and seeing Rusty and although I know he loves me no matter what I looked like I didn't want him seeing me like that. I also felt guilty, knowing that I was healing so quickly, wasn't feeling any pain and yet I was still whining about my appearance. Luckily I kicked myself out of the rut and really focused on the fact that if it wasn't for the Lord I would be like any other burn victim being on day 2 of healing instead of week 2.
When I came home I was so happy to see my hubby and he was surprised to see me. I had sent him a picture that somewhat showed my injuries from the day before and he couldn't believe how much better I had gotten in a day. By Sunday it was even better then the day before.
I had originally thought that I would not be up to gong to church that Sunday when the accident happened but when Sunday came along, I knew I had to go. I had been blessed with healing quicker and had barely any pain, there was no reason for me to miss church. I felt like if I missed church I wouldn't be showing my gratitude to the Lord for all that He had done for me in my time of need. It was great being there and getting a chance to take the sacrament and to feel the Spirit there. It did feel a little weird being there when so many had heard my story and were expecting to see me far worse then I was. I felt that it was just a witness to the great and marvelous mercies and miracles that the Lord gives us.
There are so many things that I have gotten out of this experience. I feel like each day I have learned something about myself and the gospel of Jesus Christ. My testimony has grown ten folds and I am grateful for it. Like I said in the beginning, this was something I needed, I just hope I don't have to go through it again. :)
As of today, Wednesday August 12th I am doing great. My face is looking really good. My right cheek has almost completely peeled and is a light pink. I still have small blisters on my eyelids and a few other areas. My neck is the hardest to keep the ointment on so the skin is rougher there. There are a few areas where the skin was damaged but not peeling yet so it looks like my freckles got darker. Thank goodness for those freckles that are really hiding the small blisters and right now it looks like I just had a bad sunburn. So I am super grateful and feeling more blessed then words can say!
Thanks to everyone who has kept me in your prayers and thoughts, they have truly helped more then you know.
* I am working on getting some pictures from after the accident but as for now I will leave it with this VERY, VERY long blog. *
***VERY IMPORTANT: I do NOT want this experience to scare anyone away from canning! This was a freak accident that happened and the liklyhood of it happening again is very slim! Like I said my friend Cindy has been canning for about 40 years or so and has never seen this happen. After the incident we kept the jar and realized that it had to have been faulty. Doug was able to twist it shut and then pop it open very easily. That should not happen! We did file a report with the company and US Consumer Product Safety Commission. I am hoping that they can make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else. I am planning to can again, I admit it might take a while but I will be canning soon because it is so important!*****
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Maybe I am having a Platypus!!!
***So this is a post that I was suppose to post forever ago but better late then never. I was waiting for our pictures to get scanned but I guess I will just add them later.***
So I really wish I could get a competent ultrasound tech. Grr. So we went to our appointment on July 22nd and got very frustrated... I had already had a rough day because Brayden refused to take a nap and that's never a good thing for a mom who needs a break. Since we had such confusion with the last ultrasound my Dr. wanted me to meet with a different tech to get a second opinion. So, I did.
This guy was crazy... serioulsy! He had Rusty leave with Brayden because he couldn't concentrate with him there (mind you Brayden was actually being really good just playing with his toys). Then when I was asking that I get a few pictures of the baby, since last time we didn't get any good ones, he was like; "Why do you want them? You aren't going to be able to really keep them and put them in a book because they will fade." Seriously? What does it matter to him what I do with it? It's my baby and I want a photo! ugh.
So we do the ultrasound and everything was looking really good. I actually got to see the baby suck his/her thumb. It was so cool, but I felt awful because Rusty was missing all of it! He printed out one picture of the baby sucking his/her thumb but to wasn't a great photo. I was really hoping for a foot or hands photo. Or a picture of the spine...anything.
We did get some good news. He said that I don't have to worry about Placenta Previa because there was a good distance between the cervix and placenta.
So onto the sex of the baby. He looked at the baby and said, "I'm just not sure it's a girl". Okay, great. So he was looking and made the comment that he "hates whoever decided to tell parents what the sex of the baby is." and the he has "wasted more time trying to figure out the sex of the baby then anything else". I'm laying there shocked at his disdain towards this special moment between parents and their baby.
So since our baby was being ultra shy he had me turn back and forth trying to get the baby to move so we could see the sex. And this is the weird part. He sees something, points it out to me and says "Do you see that?" now I am NOT a trained ultrasound tech and I rely heavily on their descriptions of what I am seeing... So I say "yes, so it's a boy?" because that's that he was pointing out looked like to me.. a boy part. (now prior to this I thought a saw a boy part but he said it was just the umbilical cord.) After me asking if it was a boy he says... nothing. So I ask again. "Is it a boy?" and he will not confirm anything he in turn replies, "I'm gonna say that there's an 80% chance it's a boy. If I were you I would just have a boy and girl name ready." So I am sitting there going, 'Did I see a penis or not? What the heck!'
This is the weirdest part. I asked if I could get a picture of the "possible penis" to show to my hubby and Dr. (maybe she can tell me that's what it is) and the guy says, "No. I can't do that." He was completely serious! It was if he couldn't believe I was asking for a picture of the babies penis, if that is in fact what it was! I'm sitting there thinking that 'Why can't I have a picture? Is there something wrong with me wanting that picture? Are you thinking that it's like child pornography? ' I just didn't get it. After a short conversation he says that he "accidentally printed it out." and that I was "NOT to take the photo". At this point could see he was leaving it for me to take it but I was still unsure because he was SO SERIOUS about it, not a hint of a smile. Then he leaves and I am in the process of getting my self tucked in and what not and he comes back asking why I am still there. How quick does he expect me to be gone!
It was a very weird, confusing and frustrating experience! I ended up leaving, shared the info with Rusty who was just as weirded out as I was and left, only to realize that I had left some of Brayden's toys in the room (since I was being ushered so quickly out of there). I swear I am not going back to that place ever again!
I really like my Dr. I just wished she had her own ultrasound machine in her office so I didn't have to go through all the drama.
After all that you may be going, "So, What ARE you having?" and the answer is... I don't know!
The first lady said 'almost positive' it's a girl and this guy said '80% chance it's a boy'. I personally am leaning towards a boy but what the heck do I know.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Please Read!
I am asking that everyone please read this through. Thank you.
We have some friends that we would like everyone to pray for, here is why:
Not too long ago Kameron was diagnosed with Lupus. He and his little family have been doing well and adjusting to the changes that come with a diagnosis like this. However, this last week Kameron has been having a tough time. He first went to the ER for a 7 hour nose bleed on July 1st and by Friday he had lost his appetite and his lymph nodes were swollen. They took him to the ER again and by the time they were seen a 1:30 am things have gotten worse. He was ambulanced over from Sierra Vista to Tuscon Medical Center and admitted super early on the morning of July 4th. Since then they have done many tests and found multiple infections in his body. He started to become very weak and had difficulty breathing.
They performed a procedure on his lungs that went well, however, his breathing was still so labored that they put him in the ICU to monitor him closer. Since it was taking all of his energy to breathe they decided to sedate him and give him a breathing tube. That way his body would be able to fight off the multiple infections. The Doctors aren't sure how long he will need to be on the respirator, at least long enough to get him stabilized.
This is such a difficult thing for this young family. His wife, Jamilyn, is so amazing. I cannot even imagine what it would be like to be her and see the man you love in that situation while trying to take care of a 2 year old. She has so much strength and faith it just amazes me.
All I ask at this time is prayers for this family. Here is a note that Jami put on her blog,
We have some friends that we would like everyone to pray for, here is why:
Not too long ago Kameron was diagnosed with Lupus. He and his little family have been doing well and adjusting to the changes that come with a diagnosis like this. However, this last week Kameron has been having a tough time. He first went to the ER for a 7 hour nose bleed on July 1st and by Friday he had lost his appetite and his lymph nodes were swollen. They took him to the ER again and by the time they were seen a 1:30 am things have gotten worse. He was ambulanced over from Sierra Vista to Tuscon Medical Center and admitted super early on the morning of July 4th. Since then they have done many tests and found multiple infections in his body. He started to become very weak and had difficulty breathing.
They performed a procedure on his lungs that went well, however, his breathing was still so labored that they put him in the ICU to monitor him closer. Since it was taking all of his energy to breathe they decided to sedate him and give him a breathing tube. That way his body would be able to fight off the multiple infections. The Doctors aren't sure how long he will need to be on the respirator, at least long enough to get him stabilized.
This is such a difficult thing for this young family. His wife, Jamilyn, is so amazing. I cannot even imagine what it would be like to be her and see the man you love in that situation while trying to take care of a 2 year old. She has so much strength and faith it just amazes me.
All I ask at this time is prayers for this family. Here is a note that Jami put on her blog,
"I am asking each of you who reads this to fast for Kameron's recovery and health on
FRIDAY, JULY 10th
Fast, pray, meditate ... please just do what you do.
Kameron will be healed by his faith and by the faith of others."
FRIDAY, JULY 10th
Fast, pray, meditate ... please just do what you do.
Kameron will be healed by his faith and by the faith of others."
I know that if we all do this he will return home quicker than if we don't. Thank you for reading this!
The Haban Family.
The Haban Family.Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Insomniacs Anonymous
For the last two weeks my insomnia has hit hard. I thought I had a good handle on it but for some strange reason it has decided to come back with a vengeance! No use trying to lay in bed and wait 4 hours to fall asleep and yet I feel so guilty when I actually stay up because I do NOTHING productive. Back in Elementary, High School and College I at least accomplished something during my long nights of no sleep but now they have a thing called facebook in which I just play the same stupid game over and over and over and over again. Pretty pointless.So if this happens again, and I'm sure it will, I will try to actually do what I said I was going to do and get caught up on all of my blogs. And trust me, there are a lot. I guess it's a good thing I don't have too many followers that way I don't bore too many people to death. For those who do read this, thanks.
Here are a few fun Cartoons that hit close to home.
Monday, July 6, 2009
4th of July Weekend!
We had a very busy 4th of July weekend but it was so much fun! Rusty had Friday off and I just love when we get to have a full free day with him. We don't really do anything too special but it's nice to just spend that time together. Here is a rundown of our weekend:
Friday
Hang out playing fun "indoor" games...
to the train. The train was his favorite.
Brayden sitting in a buggy.
The cousins sitting together in the buggy.
Front row: Ethan, Brayden and Allison
Back row: Kyle and Tiffany (Derek had plans with his girlfriend that day so he didn't come.)
Waiting for the Rodeo to start.
Brayden excited to see the bull's!
Rusty and his Dad also waiting for the mini rodeo to begin.
This bull rider had the best ride of the night but he got injured right in front of us! He went head first over the bulls head right when the bull threw his head back. His horn hit the riders head and landed practically at our feet. He tried to sit up but went flat on his back. His head was bleeding and they called the medic out to the ring. Eventually he got up with the help of a couple of people and left the ring. It was kid of frustrating because people were running over to see the injured rider. It was like no one had any respect.
They continued the show and here is a video of another rider.
Here is the last ride of the night, if you look in the background you can see the ambulance that came for the injured rider. From the looks of what happened we think he might have gotten a minor concussion and possibly some stitches.
Here we are trying to lasso a steer. First is Brayden, then myself followed by Tiffany. After the guy actually showed me how to do it properly I did a pretty good job.
This was the best family photo we could get...
Brayden with Mommy
Brayden with Daddy
Brayden hitting Daddy in the face with a flag. This was Rusty's real reaction...not an exaggeration! Haha, it was funny.
I love Rusty's laugh!
My patriotic little boy.
He had a lot of fun playing with the flags.
Still red in the face... why does Arizona have to be so dang hot?!?!
Rusty with his niece Allison. She is hilarious! Rusty got a kick out of some of the things she would say.
Brayden sitting on Dadd'ys lap to watch fireworks for the first time.
Brayden loved them! He wasn't scared at all. He just laid back watching them, ooing and ahhing and clapping when the show was all over.
Just in case some people missed the fireworks this year here is a long and short video of some of the fireworks we saw. I know that Glendale's show was canceled this year do to the budget so I hope you enjoy them:
Brayden completely knocked out.
He did stir a little bit during this picture and I think his face is really sad looking. He looks tired and in pain and uncomfortable. poor boy.
He slept until a little after 9 am Sunday morning which meant we got to sleep in too. It was too bad that Rusty and I both forgot we had to teach Sunday morning so we had to rush with showers and getting ready and trying to prepare or lessons (Rusty was teaching Priesthood and I had Sharing Time in Nursery for the first time since being called as the 1st Counselor). Luckily it all worked out.
Well that sums it all up. If you made it through this whole post I am pretty impressed. Hope your 4th of july was great and remember to thank a soldier for the sacrifice they made for our county and our freedom!
God Bless America!
Friday
Hang out playing fun "indoor" games...
This is one of Brayden's favorite games.
Brayden rocking out his Finding Nemo Sunglasses.
Head off in the car.
Brayden rocking out his Finding Nemo Sunglasses.One of our stops, the mall. We got to just walk around and Brayden played in the play area. His favorite thing was to ride on the mini merry-go-round.
He would switch on and off from the boat...
He would switch on and off from the boat...
to the train. The train was his favorite.We stopped in some kids clothing stores wishing I had the money to get some of their really cute outfits. In the kids stores they have TV's with kids programs so the kids can sit while parents shop (pretty smart idea). With Brayden, he really gets into what he's watching and I don't know if you have seen some of the kid shows lately but they are crazy! Like, high on LSD crazy. Poor Brayden has never been exposed to these kind of shows since we don't have Television. He was in some kind of trance trying to figure out what the heck was going on!
Do you see the confusion on his face?
The funny thing is he just sat there staring with out blinking it seemed like. Poor boy, he is like me where he has permanent dark circles under his eyes, so it looks like he is a TV zombie who hasn't slept in days! haha.
Saturday
When we started the day we still hadn't really planned anything for the fourth of July. However we were continuing yesterdays morning activities:
I really wanted to do something special this year for the 4th of July because although we had fun hanging out with friends last year, we didn't really do much and we didn't get to see fireworks. So I went online to see what was going on in the valley for free and a link came up saying that Rawhide was open with a chance to see a western shoot out and free fireworks. Rawhide is out in Chandler about 15 minutes away from Rusty's folks place so we thought we would see what they were up to for the 4th.
We knew they had a full house since they have the grand kids from Texas staying with them for a few weeks (Kyle and the twins Ethan ans Allison) plus their own Derek and Tiffany. However, they had no real plans so we headed over there with some fresh corn to go with hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad and apple pie. I have to say that my favorite was the grilled corn! Yummm.... Only thing missing was the watermelon.
After eating and getting all the kids ready we headed off to Rawhide. We got there around 6:15 and it felt like it was Noon! The sun was still high in the sky and it was sooo incredibly hot! We were a little bummed because online it said that Rawhide would be a fun free celebration, however, upon arriving we found out it cost $10 for anyone over 5 years old. Rusty's folks were gracious enough and offered to pay for us and in the end we were a little grateful for the price because it meant it wasn't too busy.
Here are some photos from the day.
Brayden sittin' comfy on his saddle.
With one of the awesome Rawhide workers.
Mommy, Brayden and Daddy in the Rawhide Museum in front of two old carousel horses. They were beautiful, the craftsmanship was amazing.
Do you see the confusion on his face?
The funny thing is he just sat there staring with out blinking it seemed like. Poor boy, he is like me where he has permanent dark circles under his eyes, so it looks like he is a TV zombie who hasn't slept in days! haha.Luckily we got him out of there just in the nick of time. :) We went home a spent a nice night at home with some yummy left overs from our Hawaiian Haystacks we had the other night. After such a fun day we headed off to bed. While getting Brayden to bed he decided he needed to go potty. So we go into the bathroom and Brayden sits only the potty and decided to catch up on some light reading...
It just really made me laugh! I got a less blurry picture however it would need to be censored so this one will have to do.
Saturday
When we started the day we still hadn't really planned anything for the fourth of July. However we were continuing yesterdays morning activities:
I really wanted to do something special this year for the 4th of July because although we had fun hanging out with friends last year, we didn't really do much and we didn't get to see fireworks. So I went online to see what was going on in the valley for free and a link came up saying that Rawhide was open with a chance to see a western shoot out and free fireworks. Rawhide is out in Chandler about 15 minutes away from Rusty's folks place so we thought we would see what they were up to for the 4th.
We knew they had a full house since they have the grand kids from Texas staying with them for a few weeks (Kyle and the twins Ethan ans Allison) plus their own Derek and Tiffany. However, they had no real plans so we headed over there with some fresh corn to go with hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad and apple pie. I have to say that my favorite was the grilled corn! Yummm.... Only thing missing was the watermelon.
After eating and getting all the kids ready we headed off to Rawhide. We got there around 6:15 and it felt like it was Noon! The sun was still high in the sky and it was sooo incredibly hot! We were a little bummed because online it said that Rawhide would be a fun free celebration, however, upon arriving we found out it cost $10 for anyone over 5 years old. Rusty's folks were gracious enough and offered to pay for us and in the end we were a little grateful for the price because it meant it wasn't too busy.
Here are some photos from the day.
Brayden sittin' comfy on his saddle.
With one of the awesome Rawhide workers.
Mommy, Brayden and Daddy in the Rawhide Museum in front of two old carousel horses. They were beautiful, the craftsmanship was amazing.
Brayden sitting in a buggy.
The cousins sitting together in the buggy.Front row: Ethan, Brayden and Allison
Back row: Kyle and Tiffany (Derek had plans with his girlfriend that day so he didn't come.)
Waiting for the Rodeo to start.
Brayden excited to see the bull's!
Rusty and his Dad also waiting for the mini rodeo to begin.
This bull rider had the best ride of the night but he got injured right in front of us! He went head first over the bulls head right when the bull threw his head back. His horn hit the riders head and landed practically at our feet. He tried to sit up but went flat on his back. His head was bleeding and they called the medic out to the ring. Eventually he got up with the help of a couple of people and left the ring. It was kid of frustrating because people were running over to see the injured rider. It was like no one had any respect.
They continued the show and here is a video of another rider.
Here is the last ride of the night, if you look in the background you can see the ambulance that came for the injured rider. From the looks of what happened we think he might have gotten a minor concussion and possibly some stitches.
Here we are trying to lasso a steer. First is Brayden, then myself followed by Tiffany. After the guy actually showed me how to do it properly I did a pretty good job.
They had a fun little playground that Brayden had fun playing on and the other kids got to ride on burros. Brayden was really happy to watch the donkeys. He kept saying "donkey" while doing the sign and was say "Hee Haw". It was really cute. He even tried climbing through the gate trying to get closer to them.
As the kids waiting in line for the burros we went and found a nice spot on the grass to watch the fireworks. It was great because they had a stadium you could watch them from or the grassy area. Most went to the stadium so it wasn't very crowded in the grass area. While waiting Brayden was running around playing with some other little kids he just met. Although it was past 9 pm it still felt like it was 115 degrees outside. Notice how red Brayden's face is in all of the following pictures!
As the kids waiting in line for the burros we went and found a nice spot on the grass to watch the fireworks. It was great because they had a stadium you could watch them from or the grassy area. Most went to the stadium so it wasn't very crowded in the grass area. While waiting Brayden was running around playing with some other little kids he just met. Although it was past 9 pm it still felt like it was 115 degrees outside. Notice how red Brayden's face is in all of the following pictures!
This was the best family photo we could get...
Brayden with Mommy
Brayden with Daddy
Brayden hitting Daddy in the face with a flag. This was Rusty's real reaction...not an exaggeration! Haha, it was funny.
I love Rusty's laugh!
My patriotic little boy.
He had a lot of fun playing with the flags.
Still red in the face... why does Arizona have to be so dang hot?!?!
Rusty with his niece Allison. She is hilarious! Rusty got a kick out of some of the things she would say.
Brayden sitting on Dadd'ys lap to watch fireworks for the first time.
Brayden loved them! He wasn't scared at all. He just laid back watching them, ooing and ahhing and clapping when the show was all over.Just in case some people missed the fireworks this year here is a long and short video of some of the fireworks we saw. I know that Glendale's show was canceled this year do to the budget so I hope you enjoy them:
After the fireworks show we caught the last "Shoot out" show that Rawhide had. I really wasn't that impressed but it was still fun. Brayden didn't jump at all during the fireworks show but when they shot the guns for the first time I swear he went up at least 2 inches off of my lap. After the show we headed home and Brayden passed out in the car. We got home around 11:10 and were still hot and very tired.
Brayden completely knocked out.
He did stir a little bit during this picture and I think his face is really sad looking. He looks tired and in pain and uncomfortable. poor boy. He slept until a little after 9 am Sunday morning which meant we got to sleep in too. It was too bad that Rusty and I both forgot we had to teach Sunday morning so we had to rush with showers and getting ready and trying to prepare or lessons (Rusty was teaching Priesthood and I had Sharing Time in Nursery for the first time since being called as the 1st Counselor). Luckily it all worked out.
Well that sums it all up. If you made it through this whole post I am pretty impressed. Hope your 4th of july was great and remember to thank a soldier for the sacrifice they made for our county and our freedom!
"Behold, this is a choice land, and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall be free from bondage, and from captivity, and from all other nations under heaven, if they will but serve the God of the land, who is Jesus Christ" ~ Ether 2:12
God Bless America!
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