October 16, 2016

Felix turned 1 so I may as well post his birth story, yes?!

*Written shortly after Felix's birth last year, but never shared*

Monday (10/12/15) was my DD and although I was feeling ok being done with pregnancy I wasn't in a huge rush to get labor started.

I went about my day as usual which included a gym session. I was able to run/walk, which really felt great!

Tuesday (10/13/15)  I had an OB appt the dr said I was 80% effaced and 3cm dilated, -1 station (the previous weeks stats were 60% and 2cm) This increase was very encouraging especially since I had no progress before going into labor with Cooper. The dr stretched my cervix a little in hopes to help things move along. She had me make appts for an ultrasound and NST at the end of the week/beginning of next week in case I didn’t have the baby before that time.

I went to the gym again but only walked this time and came home having what I thought were still braxton hicks every 5-6 minutes. Tuesday night we went to dinner as a last hoorah and then after we put the kids to bed I noticed that I was having consistent “braxton hicks” every 10 minutes, but they faded before going to bed.

I woke up around 4:30 am Wednesday morning (10/14/15) to an awful contraction. I thought “if this is labor, I absolutely cannot do it without medication!” I think the pain seemed intensified because I was woken from sleep. I laid in bed till about 5:15 and then I got up to tell Nick who was already up and getting ready/studying that they were coming every 2-3 minutes. I laid back down with a heating pad to see if that would help and finally resigned to getting some breakfast.

Contacted the doula around 5:30 or 6. I decided to do some dishes for distraction. Standing seemed to be the most comfortable. Finally had to ask Nick to wake the boys up to get them ready bc I knew things were moving along and we couldn’t wait for them to wake up on their own.

Boys got up and were eating breakfast. Cooper was very concerned with my moaning. We explained to them that my body was getting ready to have the baby. At one point I got upset at Nick and telling him he needed to hurry faster to get the boys gone. Soon after our doula Tamara arrived, Nick left to take the boys to a friends (around 7:30?) While he was gone I was trying many different positions to make it through the consistent contractions. I was on my knees leaning over the coffee table and Tamara starting lightly raking one finger up and down my arm and then switched to a tapping on the top of my hand. Both caught me off guard as we didn’t ever talk about specific techniques she would use for distraction. I remember thinking "what the heck is she doing?!?.......Oh ya, this is what I'm paying her to do.....distract me by raking my arm with her fingernail and tapping the top of my hand....." bahahahah

I finally turned to Tamara and snapped “Are we leaving soon?!” As in, “am I far enough along that we can go to the hospital now?” She replied “I didn’t want to say anything until Nick got back, but we need to go!”

I began to gather the last few things I absolutely wanted to have at the hospital. I have never been one to “pack a bag” so I was roaming around grabbing stuff between contractions. Once Nick got back from dropping the boys off I made him print copies of our birth plan, which I am positive absolutely no one had the time to even look at, and we were on our way.

Nick drove 35 mph (the speed limit) I finally got so mad and told him he needed to drive faster and get out of the left lane. We started to argue over driving, which is seriously comical now, and Nick reminded me that he was doing his best during morning traffic (this was around 8:15?) and to let him take care of the driving.

We pulled into valet parking and as soon as I got out of the car I was brought a wheelchair and I crawled into it rather awkwardly and definitely not sitting on my bottom. When I apologized to the man who brought the chair (assuming he was going to tell me I needed to sit properly) he replied that it was no problem and that I could sit however I felt most comfortable.

Nick took me straight to maternity triage.

I got out of the wheelchair as we got to our little room in triage. I was in a lot of pain. I was grunting so hard I felt like I wanted to push (or poo maybe….) Tamara helped me get my pants off and I immediately peed a little on the floor. Tamara grabbed a chuck and laid it over the pee. With the next contraction and the uncontrollable urge to push I look down just as my water exploded all over the floor. I was so shocked! It was almost as satisfying as what I hoped would have happened. I really wanted that to occur at the gym to teach all the old men to mind their manners and only say kind things to pregnant women ;)

Things were so intense and uncontrollable. I couldn’t find a comfortable position to lay on the bed, so I was on my hands and knees. The nurse was desperately trying to get a hep lock in and was blowing all the veins in my hand. I was looking at her and thinking she was so angry at me for not holding still or making it easier for her to get the line in (none of which she actually was) I announced to everyone in room "if this was how labor was going to be I needed to have an epidural now!" They told me that they were doing all they could to make that possible. They said things were moving too fast and they needed to to administer some drugs to slow things down a bit. Finally they gave me a shot in the back of my arm. And at some point they got the hep lock in.

When I was finally checked I was at a 6 and still feeling urges to push. Everyone kept telling me not to do it. I cried because there was no way for me to stop it. Tamara told me to stick my tongue out Apparently you cannot push and stick your tongue out at the same time?! I don't know…try it!

Things finally slowed enough to get me to the labor room.

Dr McKnight was the OB on call so she along with a couple residents assisted during the birth. I was quickly to the point of pushing but still had a very small cervical lip which the dr manually maneuvered out of the way.

I had some great pushing sessions but it got to the point that they had to use the vacuum to get the babies head out. This is where we feel very blessed that my actual OB was NOT present. She told us from the get go that no one in her office would attempt to use the vacuum since it was unsuccessful when laboring with Cooper. Dr McKnight was not aware of this conversation and therefore had no issues using it. And, it worked! Once his head came out we were all very excited but things quickly went from joy excitement to sheer terror in a matter of minutes and have no idea why.

Nick tells me I need to push like I've never pushed before. That I needed to imagine trying for my max bench press (he sure knows how to motivate me!) 

Every medical professional in the room was doing all they could to pull the baby out. At this point the dr starts swearing and I am instantly panicked. The baby was coming close to being stuck with only his head out for 1 minute which I guess is dangerous.

While the Dr and residents are frantically tugging at the baby and my body, just imagine all the nurses standing on stools performing a world wrestling diving elbow drop move on my belly. I am not even exaggerating. Ya, it was unpleasant.

Finally, somebody was able to hook their finger under the baby’s armpit and maneuver the shoulder out and the baby shot out like a wriggling fish. Craziest feeling ever.  

Baby boy was born at 9:30 am, so 5 hours from first contraction to delivery, and weighed 8 lbs 11 oz My biggest baby yet and 100% natural to boot! 

As much as I wished it so, the baby was not placed at my chest because of the trauma of being born. He was assessed and at some point brought back to me. It wasn’t long, but it's funny how that was so important to me and it still didn't happen. Oh well.

The nurses administered Pitocin to help stop the bleeding. They set it at the max which, let me tell you, took the breath right outta me. The contractions prior to pushing and the ones brought on by the pit were so much worse than the actual birth. I’d take pushing over contractions any day!

Anyway, I had to break down in tears from the pain for someone to finally turn down the pit and all was finally right in the world except that I felt completely hosed. (can you tell?!)

Felix went unnamed for several days, but we finally agreed that if Nick got his choice I could have final say on the middle name AND all future children could have middle names too if I so choose. 

His middle name is Shane after our Bishop in Rexburg. Nick and I both had opportunity to serve closely with him and he will forever have a place in our hearts. We hope that little Felix Shane grows to be just as amazing a big Shane!

It was determined that Felix had shoulder dystocia, and my body is not quite equipped to handle these big boys. After 3 attempts there might be something to this big-baby-small-momma talk I hear constantly. Who knows? The Dr recommended that I have some imaging done before having another child to determine any pelvis abnormalities. They also suggested that while another vaginal birth is not out of the question they will monitor things much more closely and may consider inducing me early to prevent big baby problems.

In the days that followed labor I battled not being able to pee which tacked on an extra day or so in the hospital, the baby having jaundice and not pooping, finally being sent home but having to take the baby in first thing every morning to get his heel pricked and squeezed for a blood sample, mastitis and all that comes with it including a freaking mammogram, and all the other normal post-partum issues we all love so much!

After experiencing both cesarean and vaginal births all I can say is, they are both brutal! Each has their pros and cons. I’m not sure I could choose one over the other without hesitation. 

We feel blessed to experience a vaginal delivery and have a healthy baby boy and are so thankful for all the positive thoughts and prayers in our behalf. We love you all! 


August 26, 2014

Just Because

As much as my little pups drive me absolutely bonkers sometimes and I want to drop kick them on occasion, I truly love them more than words can say. They give me opportunities each day to develop Christ's characteristics, especially patience and charity. And those are definitely qualities I need. It's a slow process, and I hope that they can forgive me for falling short.

For some reason this is the first thing that popped into my head. Maybe I need to chant this throughout the day, huh?

Anyway, without further ado.....
Doesn't he look so grown up?

This is Goob's new trick. He loves doing and laughs hysterically at himself.  (side note: his laugh has turned into a full on evil villain sort of laugh. It's kinda creepy)
Heart breaker!

Brother love
Oh the drama! 

August 24, 2014

Necessity Breeds Invention

This is a gloat post, so discontinue reading if you don't feel like hearing about how awesome I've done at not wasting food.

While we have been so blessed in our transition to Rochester, there have been some pretty heavy challenges already. We still have not got any school loans which is our only source of "income" for the next 5 years. Every day, the first thing I should do as Mr Medic walks through the door ought to be to greet him with a welcome-to-our-immaculately-clean-calm-always-cheery-home kiss, but I usually ask about the cash first. I'm terrible, I know. The fun doesn't end there.

Throughout the interview/admissions process we were made to understand that there were many resources and funding available (grad loans can be as much at $100,000, it's just up to the school on what they actually disburse) Each school has their own estimate on the cost of living for a student, and that determines what you get. UofR only has one cost of living estimate, and it just so happens to be for a single student (nothing for students with dependents) Therefore the school basically approved Mr Medic for an amount that completely and utterly ignores mine and the boys very existence! 

We've been in 100% panic mode and exploring all our options on how to meet even our basic needs. There are still no solutions yet, but we are determined to be optimistic and trust that the Lord brought us here for a reason, and that He will take care of us just like He always has!

Seeing as money is tighter than the lips of a prude schoolgirl it's pretty clear that we have either stooped to an all time low, or are just being super frugal, however you want to look at it. 

Exhibit A:

Mr Medic would never touch the boys gnawed on food remains from meals with a ten-foot pole. I on the other hand have always been the one to "take one for the team" and it's never really been my pleasure. It's just what we mommas gotta do. For a while now, I have seen Mr Medic willingly take the scraps so as not to waste. I know how much he detests that, but I also know that he wants to do his part to save money. May seem silly, but I think it's quite admirable myself!

Exhibit B:

I rarely enjoy eating leftovers. It's gotta meet certain criteria for me to re-heat and eat something from the fridge. First, I am 100% convinced that meat, especially chicken, tastes funky after it's been nuked. Totally grosses me out. Also, I usually have myself convinced that it's already "gone bad" when clearly it hasn't. 

Anyway, I have been working really hard to not let the leftovers go to waste. Whether that means I make much less so we don't have to put anything in the fridge, remember to send it with Mr Medic for lunch, offer it to the boys for numerous meals, eat it myself, or recreate it into something new.

I can honestly say that I have only thrown away 3 pieces of produce since we moved here. I didn't get to the food in time since the Public Market produce has a shorter shelf life than the supermarket,. Something I didn't know beforehand. 

Tonights dinner was no exception. I offered the boys sauerkraut and wieners, one of their all-time favorite sloth (aka paternal family) dishes. They've eaten that up like champs for several meals over the last few days. I really wanted chicken pot pies, which I'd made earlier in the week, but I wasn't up to making more crust, yet I was determined to use it up. I texted Mr Medic to give him the option of sauerkraut and wieners or a creamy soup I'd make out of the extra pot pie filling. I knew what he would choose before I even asked, but I thought I'd let him think he had a choice anyway. 

Needless to say I thinned out the filing with just water (hello...it's FREE! Well....sorta. I guess I pay that bill too now!) and had myself this delicious creamy soup! Mr Medic got the short end of the stick for sure...

I sincerely consider being more conscious of food and making it last or not wasting it a blessing from Heavenly Father.

Necessity truly does breed invention, and this invention while not brilliant was delicious! 

Here are my recipes:

1/3 C Milk 
1tsp Vinager

This is a way to make your own buttermilk.  The vinager will start to curdle the milk, wait till it thickens some. 

2 C Flour
1 tsp Salt

Then add 1 C Crisco ( I like the butter flavor kind) using a pastry cutter ONLY UNTIL SLIGHTLY BLENDED.
Pour "Buttermilk" into flour mixture and mix, but don't overdo it.  

Form two balls (one for top and one for bottom, or save some for later) I find it easiest to refrigerate them for 30 min to 1 hr.

Roll out and use for any pie.  For pre-baked crust bake at 450 for 10-12 mins.


1/3 C       Butter
1/3 C       Onions, Diced
1/3 C       Flour
1/2 tsp    Salt
1/4 tsp    Pepper
1 1/2 C   Chicken Broth
2/3 C       Milk
1 1/2 C    Shredded Chicken
2 C          Mixed Veggies, Chopped (fresh or frozen. I even like to add a baked potato cut into cubes to this...yum!)

Heat oven to 425, place first pie crust into pie pan.

Melt butter in sauce pan over medium heat, add onion, cook 2 min until tender. add flour salt and pepper, stir until well blended.

Gradually stir in broth and milk cooking and stirring until bubbly and thick.

Stir in chicken and mixed veggies, spoon into crust. Top with second crust seal and flute edges, cut slits in top to let out steam.

Bake for 30 min or until golden.


August 12, 2014

First World Problems

I love to eat lots of veggies and would consider myself pretty open to a wide variety of flavors. My husband and boys on the other hand....they are picky as picky gets.

Mr Medic has never been one to complain. He's a true champion when it comes to eating things he doesn't like, but I can totally tell when he's choking dinner down and doing a bang up job of controlling his gag reflex (picture something like this)

We have been enforcing the "this-is-all-that-we're-having-for-dinner" rule with the boys for quite a while after I wasted time and food being their short order cook. If they don't like what I've made, they don't eat. We do a lot of talking-it-up too. We tell the boys that eating their dinner makes them strong and gives them big muscles, to which we then have to go around the table feeling everyone's "tough bones"

Anyway, I've been really looking forward to tonights meal, but the odds were against me from the get go. While I was prepping for it yesterday I took a licking from the kitchen mandolin and ended up with 4 stitches.

I went for another go at it today and just as I put it in the oven the power went out. I checked the breaker in the bog basement to no avail. The boys and I waited for an hour in the fading evening light as I grew increasingly annoyed that dinner would never be ready in time. WHY?!?!? This meal was just not meant to be!

I was determined to eat it though, so after Mr Medic fixed the breaker (I swear I'm not dumb, just freaked out with all the jerry rigging going on with the electrical stuff downstairs) we sat down to dinner just before the boys' bedtime. 

And here it is in all its glory!  It was so good! 

Zucchini Lasagna (the zucchini is the noodle, folks!) Recipe found here
I died and went straight to food heaven at first bite, but then I looked at Mr Medic who was doing a Jim Carey (just in case you didn't click the first time) Normally it's no big thang and I can totally ignore it, but man, I just wish there was at least one other person in this house that semi-enjoyed eating food that I whole heartily love. 

So, my life dilemma at the moment...Do I make food that is just so-so to me so I can feel satisfied that my family enjoys it? Or, do I make what I love and not give a hoot if anyone else likes it?

You tell me cause this momma just doesn't have a clue.

August 11, 2014

Stick Family Portrait, the Masterpiece

Twodles hasn't been one to draw. A person who shall remain unnamed would like to think it is all my doing since I made him switch from left to right, but the kid honestly wasn't into it...till lately!

It's fun to see him be interested in and eager about drawing. Today he was so excited to show me his first family portrait! What a masterpiece!

He asked me to take a picture and made sure to put the stylus behind his ear beforehand :)

This drawing may appear a little behind schedule based on this developmental guideline, but anyone who's anyone knows that Twodles is as sharp as a tack, just marches to the beat of his own drum!

The artist in me longs for him to love creating as much as I do and I'm committing to giving both my boys more opportunities to be creative even though the OCD in me (let's be honest here, all of us have a little OCD hidden in some cob-webbed corner of our being, right?) doesn't prefer messy adventures to clean up.

Here is a quote from one of my favorite articles that touches on the power of creating:

"Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty.."  -Happiness, Your Heritage, President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

If you haven't read the article you should! It speaks to my soul and motivates me to improve. It just might do the same for you.

Can't wait to see what he creates next!

August 9, 2014

Beach Boys

Twodles learned about The Creation (is that supposed to be capitalized? I mean it is THE CREATION) last Sunday at church. Someone mentioned the beach and of course Twodles had no idea what they were talking about...poor Idaho boy! He asked his teacher "can my dad take me to the beach?" and hasn't stopped talking about it sense.

Thankfully, we had our chance to go with some other mom's from our church, otherwise I might have gone batty from all the begging to go. The boys were both very excited when I told them what we were doing that day. Twodles wondered if there was a lot of sand, and could he swim in the water. He couldn't wait to see it!

We all had a great time at Durrand Eastman Beach! Twodles repeated "This is the best day EVER!" over and over. (I thought it was so cute until I realized he was quoting Tangled! hahaha) It's moments like these where I feel like being a mom and showing my boys all the wonders of the earth is totally worth it!

There are no words to describe how great this moment was! Pure joy!   

August 7, 2014

Rochester Public Market

I'm not sure if I'm giving the supermarkets here a fair chance since I have Idaho prices on my brain or what, but I haven't been excited about the cost of groceries. I finally got a lead for a ghetto grocery store called Price Rite, complete with security man at the entrance and all! I was more satisfied with the prices, although there were a few things I wasn't prepared for.

You have to bring your own bags or pay .11/bag, which means I may need to find me some reusables. They also have this weird checkout system where the checker scans all your items and puts them into the cart of the person who checked out ahead of you. Then you take your cart to this bagging area to put into bags. It works, but it's just different from anything I've ever seen. The store also does not take coupons, and doesn't have every item like a regular store would. For now it will do.

We've also been told by countless people that we need to go to the Public Market for produce. It's a year round outdoor market on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. The boys and I decided to go on an adventure today to see what it was all about!

Our mail woman was pretty surprised we "went all the way to the market" Not sure if it's a sketchy area or what.
These littles had a good time and a vendor even gave them a free bag of kettle chips to munch on while I shopped.
Beautiful rainbow of colors!

 The market doesn't take cash, which I kinda thought they might not, but didn't come prepared for some dumb reason. We found an ATM though and were ready to get our shop on. I thought the prices were good and the selection was fun! We will definitely go back again better prepared with a list of what we want...and cash!
Romane lettuce: $1/each. Strawberries: 3 for $5. 3 lb. Pineapple: $1.50. Blueberries: $1.50. Cucumbers and Zucchini: 3 for $1. Spinach $1. 4 lbs. of apples $3. **I spy a little snitch that took a chunk out of an apple already!**
The boys loved eating berries from the market for lunch. (We scored this little table for $10 on Craigslist. The boys love to sit out and have a "picnic")
Who wouldn't love these little berry munching humans?!? 

There have obviously been lots of adjustments, but so far we have really enjoyed Rochester and are excited for many more fun adventures to share!