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Sunday, November 24, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
EARRINGS!!!
My ladybug got her ears pierced today! She screamed and screamed and screamed, but I gotta say...
DOESN'T SHE LOOK CUTE????
DOESN'T SHE LOOK CUTE????
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
You Were Born
I heard this song today and it just made me cry!
You Were Born
Mallorie was born to change my life, and I truly believe that. She was born to make my life right.
There's a line in the song that says, "But my arms were made to hold you, so I will never let you go." My arms have never been so in love. Holding my daughter in my arms, whether she be asleep or awake, is the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. I've held my husband plenty of times as he's slept, and I love him with all that I am, but with Mallorie it is a completely different type of love. She was born to fit perfectly into my arms, and in to my life.
She was born in to this strange world, but she was born to help me and her father and herself to understand things better. She will help me understand things now, as a mother, that I never was able to understand before.
She was born to make me a mother and to make Brandon a father. Her birth has been the greatest gift we could've ever asked for.
She was born. And, now I'm a mommy.
You Were Born
Mallorie was born to change my life, and I truly believe that. She was born to make my life right.
There's a line in the song that says, "But my arms were made to hold you, so I will never let you go." My arms have never been so in love. Holding my daughter in my arms, whether she be asleep or awake, is the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. I've held my husband plenty of times as he's slept, and I love him with all that I am, but with Mallorie it is a completely different type of love. She was born to fit perfectly into my arms, and in to my life.
She was born in to this strange world, but she was born to help me and her father and herself to understand things better. She will help me understand things now, as a mother, that I never was able to understand before.
She was born to make me a mother and to make Brandon a father. Her birth has been the greatest gift we could've ever asked for.
She was born. And, now I'm a mommy.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Birth Story-Mallorie Maxine
Well, our gorgeous daughter has finally made it to our world! She is beautiful and such a blessing. She didn't come how we expected, or even when, but she came, and I have no complaints.
So, we set our induction date about 5 months into our pregnancy. Early, but since our induction was medically necessary, we needed to set it early to make sure I was first on the list at the hospital. So, for 4 months we ANXIOUSLY awaited for March 20, 2013!!!
But, Mallorie seemed to have other plans. Our first scare came on the night of March 16, 2013. My husband and I were spending some time at his parents house, but he had to go to work, so I was there by myself. As I was leaving around 6:15 p.m., I fell down the stairs that lead out of their house into their garage. I landed directly on my stomach. I instantly started crying because the pain was incredibly severe. I called my husband, but he didn't answer. I drove home, knowing that calling a hospital would be pointless until I knew more because they would just tell me to do fetal counts for an hour. So, that's what I was going to do, but the pain was so bad I jumped in the shower first to try to do some natural pain relief. When I got out of the shower, my husband was calling me, but I was still hysterical. I hadn't been able to stop crying because I was freaking out. I wasn't sure if I could feel the baby move, but I didn't want to think about it too much. My husband got home around 1:30 a.m. and came directly to me on the couch to try to get Mallorie to move. There was nothing. We even yelled at my stomach, shook it, poked it, anything. We tried everything we could think of to get her to move, even once. And still, nothing. So, we called the hospital. Luckily, my OBGYN was the one that was on call that night, and since we've had to work so crazy close with her during this whole thing, she called my husband to get the whole story and told us to go to the hospital at once for at least 4 hours of monitoring. So, we went. Scared to death, but we went. When we got there my husband gave me a blessing, and a few minutes later they hooked Mallorie and I up to monitors and INSTANTLY there was a strong heartbeat! It was instant relief!!! I'm not sure why she had gone 6+ hours refusing to move, or maybe something was wrong, but the blessing from my husband was what she needed. So, we went home on March 17 and waited the next 3 days! :)
We were told to be at the hospital on the 20th at 6 a.m., so we set our alarms for 5 a.m. We already had everything packed and ready to grab and walk out the door. When I woke up, I had a missed call and a voicemail from the hospital. They were too busy and I couldn't come in yet. I was crushed. They told me to call in around 7 and I would be able to come in because there were a few women that were just about ready to deliver. When I called back at 7 the nurse I talked to was completely rude. She told me to stop calling, that they weren't ready for me, and they'd call me. So, I cried and cried. I wanted my daughter. I wanted to start this process. I was done. Around 8:30 my phone started ringing and I was so excited. When I answered I was surprised to hear my doctors voice. She began to tell me that they wouldn't be able to get me in because they were short staffed at the hospital. I was crushed, and my doctor was furious at the hospital. She gave me two options. I could either:
a) Go in at 7 p.m. that night and get on a medicine to help thin my cervix and then be given a sleeping pill
or
b) Try again the next morning to get in, but she wasn't sure how that would go.
So, we went in at 7 p.m. to see what the plan was. I made sure to leave around 6:30, even though the hospital is only 3 minutes down the road, but I wanted to get in before they could call me and cancel again (which is a good thing we did because they said they were about to call me and tell me to wait another hour).
It was now March 21, obviously, which was also my sister's birthday. I had invited her to be there for the birth of Mallorie. She is my only sister and I had the pleasure to see her 3rd child born, and I wanted her to see her first niece on the Weatherholtz side born.
Anyone who knows me pretty much knows that I have about 0 pain tolerance. I am so grateful for Brandon. He held my hand through literally every contraction, and never left my side. The contractions just about broke me. My body was shaking uncontrollably, which scared me. I didn't know what was happening, and no matter how hard I tried to control the shaking, they got worse.
But, Brandon never left me, and never let go of my hand. He wiped my tears and helped me breathe.
My mother came up to Utah specifically for Mallorie's birth. She was such a blessing during the entire day at the hospital. She was so concerned about me, but was such a strength.
So, after laboring and laboring, I was FINALLY given my epidural around 3:30 p.m. It was amazing! Awkward to get. I had to sit cross-legged on my bed, and then turn and lean into my husbands chest. WHO CAN DO THAT COMFORTABLY AT 9 MONTHS PREGNANT!?! lol But, I did it. My sister was there at that time, and her and my mother say it was quite hilarious watching me as I went from being in such pain to such relief. Apparently I was being quite a dork. =) My epidural started wearing off QUICK, so an hour or so later, I had to get a readjustment from Max, my anesthesiologist.
After the epidural was complete, and functioning properly, I was checked again. By now, it was about 5 p.m. STILL A TWO. Well, a 2 and a wiggle. And only 85% effaced. I was crushed. I just started to cry. It had been almost 24 hours since being admitted to the hospital and I had only progressed 1 cm and 10%. I was dying! I wanted to bad to be done. My OBGYN came in around 7 p.m. to check me and get things going. I told her if I was still at a 2 I was going to go CRAZY! And, she assured me that I was probably about a 7 since I'd been there so long with contractions and pitocin. She checked me. No change. Still a 2. Once again, tears. She told me that not only was I still a 2, but baby was at -2 position. Meaning, I hadn't dropped at all. She was as high as she could possibly be and that she was stuck in the cervix opening since I hadn't dilated anymore. She once again gave me 2 options.
a) Caesarean section-She told me that she honestly didn't see this going anywhere, and that they'd tried everything they could.
or
b) Give it another 24 hours and see where that would get us.
NO WAY was I about to go another 24 hours and not get to hold my sweet baby that I was supposed to hold the day before. Brandon and I opted for the surgery. I was surprisingly not scared at all. I was anxious to get my sweet girl here, as was Brandon. I asked them if we had a little time to call the in-laws to come to the hospital, and they informed us that my doctor had just rushed into another C-section, so we had plenty of time.
Brandon called his parents, and asked his father to bring consecrated oil so that Brandon and his dad could give me a blessing before I went in for surgery.
Then Max came in and numbed me like CRAZY! lol That was by far one of the weirdest feelings I've even experienced. I was watching them bend my knees up and prop my legs up, and yet they would just fall. There was nothing that I could do to keep my leg up. =)
Then, they wheeled me to the Operating Room, but told me that I could have my husband AND my mother there, so we picked her up on the way there.
After transferring me to the operating table, I was put on oxygen, and my husband and mother were let in. We had given my mom our camera to capture as much as she could, and the pictures we have from the operating room that she took are priceless. Brandon came to my side, and was such a blessing.
He talked to me, and I told him everything that was going on because I could watch the surgery in the reflection on the ceiling. I was able to tell my mom to get ready because I knew the exact moment that they were "popping" Mallorie out.
She was born with quite the cone head at exactly 9:00 p.m. Since she was stuck in the cervical opening so long she had a 2 cm hickey on her head and it was coned. Which you can see quite well in the picture. She was born WIDE AWAKE, and didn't make a peep.
Our first family picture, even if it is a bit fuzzy, it's the first we got.
Brandon was so concerned about me, and was seriously refusing to leave my side. I had to tell him to please go see our daughter. I wanted him with her, and I was fine. He later told me that he didn't want to leave me because he was so concerned and I was crying. I assured him that my tears were happy tears, and that him going to her was truly what I wanted at that time.
He has fit so perfectly into his role as Mallorie's father. Because I had such an unexpected surgery, I was quite bedridden during our stay at the hospital, and he never once complained of everything that he had to do. He had to change almost every diaper. Every time she cried during the day or night, he had to get up and get her out of her crib to hand her to me to eat. He has fallen in love with our daughter, and she adores him right back. I couldn't have asked for a better man to have a family with.
This is our AMAZING doctor. She was with us through every single step of this pregnancy, and did everything she knew how to in order to put our minds at ease and yet still be cautious of what ended up being a tricky pregnancy. :)
Mallorie's Uncle Aaron and Aunt Jill came to visit while we were in the hospital and they brought her this adorable stuffed bunny, and since she's just so stinking cute, I couldn't help but take some pictures of Mallorie with the bunny! :)
Here's the sweet man that chose me! This picture was taken right after surgery. We were both exhausted after 26 hours of waiting for our sweet girl, but we couldn't have been more happy to finally have her in our arms, and to know that we made that beautiful daughter of God.
And here she is.
So, we set our induction date about 5 months into our pregnancy. Early, but since our induction was medically necessary, we needed to set it early to make sure I was first on the list at the hospital. So, for 4 months we ANXIOUSLY awaited for March 20, 2013!!!
But, Mallorie seemed to have other plans. Our first scare came on the night of March 16, 2013. My husband and I were spending some time at his parents house, but he had to go to work, so I was there by myself. As I was leaving around 6:15 p.m., I fell down the stairs that lead out of their house into their garage. I landed directly on my stomach. I instantly started crying because the pain was incredibly severe. I called my husband, but he didn't answer. I drove home, knowing that calling a hospital would be pointless until I knew more because they would just tell me to do fetal counts for an hour. So, that's what I was going to do, but the pain was so bad I jumped in the shower first to try to do some natural pain relief. When I got out of the shower, my husband was calling me, but I was still hysterical. I hadn't been able to stop crying because I was freaking out. I wasn't sure if I could feel the baby move, but I didn't want to think about it too much. My husband got home around 1:30 a.m. and came directly to me on the couch to try to get Mallorie to move. There was nothing. We even yelled at my stomach, shook it, poked it, anything. We tried everything we could think of to get her to move, even once. And still, nothing. So, we called the hospital. Luckily, my OBGYN was the one that was on call that night, and since we've had to work so crazy close with her during this whole thing, she called my husband to get the whole story and told us to go to the hospital at once for at least 4 hours of monitoring. So, we went. Scared to death, but we went. When we got there my husband gave me a blessing, and a few minutes later they hooked Mallorie and I up to monitors and INSTANTLY there was a strong heartbeat! It was instant relief!!! I'm not sure why she had gone 6+ hours refusing to move, or maybe something was wrong, but the blessing from my husband was what she needed. So, we went home on March 17 and waited the next 3 days! :)
We were told to be at the hospital on the 20th at 6 a.m., so we set our alarms for 5 a.m. We already had everything packed and ready to grab and walk out the door. When I woke up, I had a missed call and a voicemail from the hospital. They were too busy and I couldn't come in yet. I was crushed. They told me to call in around 7 and I would be able to come in because there were a few women that were just about ready to deliver. When I called back at 7 the nurse I talked to was completely rude. She told me to stop calling, that they weren't ready for me, and they'd call me. So, I cried and cried. I wanted my daughter. I wanted to start this process. I was done. Around 8:30 my phone started ringing and I was so excited. When I answered I was surprised to hear my doctors voice. She began to tell me that they wouldn't be able to get me in because they were short staffed at the hospital. I was crushed, and my doctor was furious at the hospital. She gave me two options. I could either:
a) Go in at 7 p.m. that night and get on a medicine to help thin my cervix and then be given a sleeping pill
or
b) Try again the next morning to get in, but she wasn't sure how that would go.
So, we went in at 7 p.m. to see what the plan was. I made sure to leave around 6:30, even though the hospital is only 3 minutes down the road, but I wanted to get in before they could call me and cancel again (which is a good thing we did because they said they were about to call me and tell me to wait another hour).
38 weeks and 6 days, headed out the door to the hospital.
My husband and I, SO READY to become parents!!!
So, we get to the hospital, get hooked up to monitors and IV's and such. The nurses blow out veins in my hand and arm, so they have to get an anesthesiologist to put my IV in (HOLY PAIN!!!). But, they get it in, and I settle in for the night, or so I thought. Starting at 9 p.m. I was given my first dose of cytotec (supposed to quickly thin your cervix). They brought that in every 3 hours for me to take. At about 11:30 p.m. I asked for my sleeping pill. DANG THAT STUFF WORKS!!! I was out for the rest of the night! My blood pressure cuff that went off every 15 minutes didn't even wake me up! Only the nurses having to jostle me to take my pills woke me, or when they would come in to adjust the monitors. At 6 a.m. they gave me the last dose of cytotec and at 9 a.m. started me on pitocin. At 9 a.m. they also checked me, I was dilated to a 2. I was frustrated that I was only a two after being there for over 12 hours, but at least it was progress. So, we settled in for the day. At 11 a.m. a doctor came in to break my water, and HOLY CRAP. That was so painful! Apparently my cervix was tilted oddly which is why it was so painful. And, then the contractions REALLY STARTED!!!
So, after laboring and laboring, I was FINALLY given my epidural around 3:30 p.m. It was amazing! Awkward to get. I had to sit cross-legged on my bed, and then turn and lean into my husbands chest. WHO CAN DO THAT COMFORTABLY AT 9 MONTHS PREGNANT!?! lol But, I did it. My sister was there at that time, and her and my mother say it was quite hilarious watching me as I went from being in such pain to such relief. Apparently I was being quite a dork. =) My epidural started wearing off QUICK, so an hour or so later, I had to get a readjustment from Max, my anesthesiologist.
After the epidural was complete, and functioning properly, I was checked again. By now, it was about 5 p.m. STILL A TWO. Well, a 2 and a wiggle. And only 85% effaced. I was crushed. I just started to cry. It had been almost 24 hours since being admitted to the hospital and I had only progressed 1 cm and 10%. I was dying! I wanted to bad to be done. My OBGYN came in around 7 p.m. to check me and get things going. I told her if I was still at a 2 I was going to go CRAZY! And, she assured me that I was probably about a 7 since I'd been there so long with contractions and pitocin. She checked me. No change. Still a 2. Once again, tears. She told me that not only was I still a 2, but baby was at -2 position. Meaning, I hadn't dropped at all. She was as high as she could possibly be and that she was stuck in the cervix opening since I hadn't dilated anymore. She once again gave me 2 options.
a) Caesarean section-She told me that she honestly didn't see this going anywhere, and that they'd tried everything they could.
or
b) Give it another 24 hours and see where that would get us.
NO WAY was I about to go another 24 hours and not get to hold my sweet baby that I was supposed to hold the day before. Brandon and I opted for the surgery. I was surprisingly not scared at all. I was anxious to get my sweet girl here, as was Brandon. I asked them if we had a little time to call the in-laws to come to the hospital, and they informed us that my doctor had just rushed into another C-section, so we had plenty of time.
Brandon called his parents, and asked his father to bring consecrated oil so that Brandon and his dad could give me a blessing before I went in for surgery.
Then Max came in and numbed me like CRAZY! lol That was by far one of the weirdest feelings I've even experienced. I was watching them bend my knees up and prop my legs up, and yet they would just fall. There was nothing that I could do to keep my leg up. =)
Then, they wheeled me to the Operating Room, but told me that I could have my husband AND my mother there, so we picked her up on the way there.
After transferring me to the operating table, I was put on oxygen, and my husband and mother were let in. We had given my mom our camera to capture as much as she could, and the pictures we have from the operating room that she took are priceless. Brandon came to my side, and was such a blessing.
Mallorie Maxine Buchei
March 21, 2013
6 lbs. 12.2 oz
20.5 in
9:00 p.m.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Blessed...not just Lucky
As Brandon and i get closer and closer to Mallorie joining our family, it has begun to hit me more and more.
Holy cow!!!!
We're going to be parents.
I couldn't ask for a better partner to share this journey with. He is truly amazing, and there is no doubt in my mind that he is going to be an amazing father to our daughter.
He has been such an amazing support through this entire thing. He has smiled with me, laughed with me, worried with me, and cried with me.
This has been such an emotional roller coaster, but I am overly blessed to have such an amazing husband by my side through the entire thing.
A couple of weeks ago we were at our weekly doctors appointment, and our OBGYN just kept saying "WOW! You're at 35 weeks. I can't believe you made it to 35 weeks!" Which may not seem like a big deal, but at 24 weeks my doctor called and told us that we would be delivering our baby in a short time, but that she'd try to keep me pregnant for as long as possible.
There has been a lot of pain, and a lot of uncertainty. I obviously don't know what I'm doing here. Neither of us have ever done this before, but we are learning as we go.
I am also 100% grateful for my sister! She has been so sweet and kind through this entire thing! She has answered my questions, and at the same time been so supportive because our pregnancies have been completely different.
This past Sunday I woke up in severe pain, and hopped in the bath tub before Brandon woke up. I had to stay in the bath tub for about and hour, so long that we weren't able to make it to church, just to attempt to get some pain relief. But, the second I was out of the bath, the pain returned and got worse. It was on and off the entire day, but my OBGYN said labor would feel like menstrual cramps, and that was definitely not this feeling. This felt like my insides were ripping out of me.
So, we went to dinner at Brandon's brothers house, and the whole time I was just in so much pain.
Finally, at about 9:30 p.m. I called my sister because I was seriously about to panic. WHAT IS THIS PAIN? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHY IS IT HAPPENING? She assured me that I would know when I was in labor, and that contractions do in fact feel like menstrual cramps. I described the pain to her and she was able to describe to me that the pain I was describing sounded like round ligament pain to her. But, she has just been so supportive. She told me that if the pain didn't stop, and I got more concerned, to go ahead and call the hospital and ask them any questions. She has just been so kind and understanding about every single question I've asked her, which has been quite a lot!!!
My parents have been so amazing, as well! They have sat on Skype as I have shown them EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT I've either bought, or received, for Mallorie. They ask questions and really do listen to most answers. They ask questions about ME, and want to know how I'm doing. Which, to me, is very nice! I want to feel like I'm still important, even though I'm bringing this miracle into our families. And, my parents are very good at making me feel like I'm still important.
But, even though I've had such an amazing support system with my family and husband during this pregnancy...I AM SO DONE!!!
We are ready for this little girl to come to our family! We have her bed set up, and the rocking chair ready! Her car seat and stroller are already in the car! Her diaper bag has diapers in it! Her take-home outfit is sitting in her bed, with a bow, and pacifiers, all ready to go!
Brandon and I are beyond excited to see what she is going to look at. We have thought about every single trait that she could possibly have!
As I have been home, watching quite a bit of TV (lol), and seeing A Baby Story, and Private Practice, and talk shows, I have come to realize how blessed Brandon and I truly are. Mallorie is growing perfectly. She is healthy at right around 6 pounds right now. She is even measuring a couple days big, which is so good since we're having her 8 days early. She is constantly mobile. And, she is getting enough blood, which was a concern because of the problems I have had with my blood pressure. I looked at Brandon the other day and said, "We are so lucky that she's had no problems, and that she's healthy." And he looked at me and said, "No, we're blessed." And, he is so right. This isn't luck. This is all Heavenly Father showing us that it is in his hands. Even though our doctor found so many things wrong, they all worked themselves out QUICKLY, and now this baby girl is almost here, and is as healthy as she can be!
SO....Here's to the next 2 weeks and 1 day!!!
We are excited to meet you Mallorie Maxine Buchei! :)
Holy cow!!!!
We're going to be parents.
I couldn't ask for a better partner to share this journey with. He is truly amazing, and there is no doubt in my mind that he is going to be an amazing father to our daughter.
He has been such an amazing support through this entire thing. He has smiled with me, laughed with me, worried with me, and cried with me.
This has been such an emotional roller coaster, but I am overly blessed to have such an amazing husband by my side through the entire thing.
A couple of weeks ago we were at our weekly doctors appointment, and our OBGYN just kept saying "WOW! You're at 35 weeks. I can't believe you made it to 35 weeks!" Which may not seem like a big deal, but at 24 weeks my doctor called and told us that we would be delivering our baby in a short time, but that she'd try to keep me pregnant for as long as possible.
There has been a lot of pain, and a lot of uncertainty. I obviously don't know what I'm doing here. Neither of us have ever done this before, but we are learning as we go.
I am also 100% grateful for my sister! She has been so sweet and kind through this entire thing! She has answered my questions, and at the same time been so supportive because our pregnancies have been completely different.
This past Sunday I woke up in severe pain, and hopped in the bath tub before Brandon woke up. I had to stay in the bath tub for about and hour, so long that we weren't able to make it to church, just to attempt to get some pain relief. But, the second I was out of the bath, the pain returned and got worse. It was on and off the entire day, but my OBGYN said labor would feel like menstrual cramps, and that was definitely not this feeling. This felt like my insides were ripping out of me.
So, we went to dinner at Brandon's brothers house, and the whole time I was just in so much pain.
Finally, at about 9:30 p.m. I called my sister because I was seriously about to panic. WHAT IS THIS PAIN? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHY IS IT HAPPENING? She assured me that I would know when I was in labor, and that contractions do in fact feel like menstrual cramps. I described the pain to her and she was able to describe to me that the pain I was describing sounded like round ligament pain to her. But, she has just been so supportive. She told me that if the pain didn't stop, and I got more concerned, to go ahead and call the hospital and ask them any questions. She has just been so kind and understanding about every single question I've asked her, which has been quite a lot!!!
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| This is from our girls night a few weeks ago! |
My parents have been so amazing, as well! They have sat on Skype as I have shown them EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT I've either bought, or received, for Mallorie. They ask questions and really do listen to most answers. They ask questions about ME, and want to know how I'm doing. Which, to me, is very nice! I want to feel like I'm still important, even though I'm bringing this miracle into our families. And, my parents are very good at making me feel like I'm still important.
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| Brandon and I with my parents and little brother, Bradley |
But, even though I've had such an amazing support system with my family and husband during this pregnancy...I AM SO DONE!!!
We are ready for this little girl to come to our family! We have her bed set up, and the rocking chair ready! Her car seat and stroller are already in the car! Her diaper bag has diapers in it! Her take-home outfit is sitting in her bed, with a bow, and pacifiers, all ready to go!
Brandon and I are beyond excited to see what she is going to look at. We have thought about every single trait that she could possibly have!
As I have been home, watching quite a bit of TV (lol), and seeing A Baby Story, and Private Practice, and talk shows, I have come to realize how blessed Brandon and I truly are. Mallorie is growing perfectly. She is healthy at right around 6 pounds right now. She is even measuring a couple days big, which is so good since we're having her 8 days early. She is constantly mobile. And, she is getting enough blood, which was a concern because of the problems I have had with my blood pressure. I looked at Brandon the other day and said, "We are so lucky that she's had no problems, and that she's healthy." And he looked at me and said, "No, we're blessed." And, he is so right. This isn't luck. This is all Heavenly Father showing us that it is in his hands. Even though our doctor found so many things wrong, they all worked themselves out QUICKLY, and now this baby girl is almost here, and is as healthy as she can be!
SO....Here's to the next 2 weeks and 1 day!!!
We are excited to meet you Mallorie Maxine Buchei! :)
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Just a Little Thing
Just wanted to take a minute to say how grateful I am for my husband. And, even more so, how grateful I am for everything he does for me. He gets two days off a week, and spends them with little 'ole me! I love every single second of his days off. I love getting to sleep in with him (even though he wouldn't consider it sleeping in). I love getting to go see family together (if we aren't being too lazy to leave the house). Or, on days like today, I love just sitting next to him. We played a few rounds of Mario Party 9, and now I am just enjoying his company while he plays Zelda.
He truly is the most amazing man I have ever met.
I have had many people say that I am far too spoiled rotten by him, and that I'm a bad wife because of it, but we love the life that we have. And, if you ask him, he likes spoiling me when he's able.
I love that he is still romantic and spontaneous even though we're married now and not dating. I so didn't want that to end, and i am so grateful that it hasn't.
He truly goes out of his way to make me feel important and still special to him.
I love him with everything that I am, and he makes me the happiest woman in the world!!! :)
He truly is the most amazing man I have ever met.
I have had many people say that I am far too spoiled rotten by him, and that I'm a bad wife because of it, but we love the life that we have. And, if you ask him, he likes spoiling me when he's able.
I love that he is still romantic and spontaneous even though we're married now and not dating. I so didn't want that to end, and i am so grateful that it hasn't.
He truly goes out of his way to make me feel important and still special to him.
I love him with everything that I am, and he makes me the happiest woman in the world!!! :)
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Update # 14,693
I feel like all I ever do on here is put updates about the pregnancy and Mallorie, but this is much better than posting a novel on Facebook.
So, here it goes again. Went to the doctor this morning. It was a jam packed day. I had to wake up at 7:10 a.m. to take the glucose test drink. And, holy crap, that stuff is NASTY!!! My doctor told me that it tasted like HiC. ew ew nasty gross!!! But, I was able to keep most of it down. Threw up just a tiny bit at the end. So, we show up at the doctor's office at 7:59 this morning for our 8 a.m. ultrasound (I have to get ultrasounds every 2 weeks because of my hypertension. My doctor is worried that Mallorie might not be getting enough blood).
So, ultrasound ended at 8:22, and it is a girl. LOL! Every time we're in, I ask them to double check. I am so worried that last minute she's going to change her mind and BAMMM...IT'S A BOY!!!! But, no...definitely girly parts being grown!
So, right after our ultrasound we seriously rush back to the lab to do the blood work for the glucose test. And, while we were in there I told her that I needed to get my liver tested again as well, so we did it all in one shot! lol.
Then...off to the doctor we went!
And, I definitely had some questions for her.
I needed to discuss HELLP syndrome with her. Because after researching it for a week, my symptoms point there!!! And, I needed to ask her about getting on steroids. I'm so terribly worried about this baby coming early, that I don't feel that she'll be ready to come when she thinks she's ready to come. But, my doctor assured me that the second I need steroids, I'll get them! :)
As for HELLP syndrome, she told me that that is the reason she sent me over to the UofU hospital a few weeks ago. Actually, I think it's been about a month now. She said that even though UofU didn't find anything, she's not ruling it out yet.
She also ordered a liver ultrasound. She called me last week and told me that my liver enzymes had spiked again so I couldn't take Tylenol for a week and then we were going to see how my liver enzymes looked after a week of no Tylenol.
Then, she also ordered for us to have a monitor put on my stomach to monitor the baby for 20 minutes.
Then...WE FINALLY WERE ABLE TO LEAVE!!! We left our doctor's office around 10:15 a.m. We were both exhausted, but we had this liver ultrasound that we had to go do at 1:30 p.m. at a different Medical Center. And, for that I couldn't eat, which worked out since I hadn't eaten breakfast because of the glucose test anyways.
So, after a quick nap, we were off to another doctor!!! lol
We got the liver ultrasound, and found out that I have gall stones. blah! But, the ultrasound technician that did the ultrasound for us said that, to her, she didn't see anything of concern. Even the gall stones shouldn't be what is causing the problems with my liver.
So...for now...and what seems like forever...we wait some more!!!
Thanks again for all of the prayers and uplifting thoughts! :)
So, here it goes again. Went to the doctor this morning. It was a jam packed day. I had to wake up at 7:10 a.m. to take the glucose test drink. And, holy crap, that stuff is NASTY!!! My doctor told me that it tasted like HiC. ew ew nasty gross!!! But, I was able to keep most of it down. Threw up just a tiny bit at the end. So, we show up at the doctor's office at 7:59 this morning for our 8 a.m. ultrasound (I have to get ultrasounds every 2 weeks because of my hypertension. My doctor is worried that Mallorie might not be getting enough blood).
So, ultrasound ended at 8:22, and it is a girl. LOL! Every time we're in, I ask them to double check. I am so worried that last minute she's going to change her mind and BAMMM...IT'S A BOY!!!! But, no...definitely girly parts being grown!
So, right after our ultrasound we seriously rush back to the lab to do the blood work for the glucose test. And, while we were in there I told her that I needed to get my liver tested again as well, so we did it all in one shot! lol.
Then...off to the doctor we went!
And, I definitely had some questions for her.
I needed to discuss HELLP syndrome with her. Because after researching it for a week, my symptoms point there!!! And, I needed to ask her about getting on steroids. I'm so terribly worried about this baby coming early, that I don't feel that she'll be ready to come when she thinks she's ready to come. But, my doctor assured me that the second I need steroids, I'll get them! :)
As for HELLP syndrome, she told me that that is the reason she sent me over to the UofU hospital a few weeks ago. Actually, I think it's been about a month now. She said that even though UofU didn't find anything, she's not ruling it out yet.
She also ordered a liver ultrasound. She called me last week and told me that my liver enzymes had spiked again so I couldn't take Tylenol for a week and then we were going to see how my liver enzymes looked after a week of no Tylenol.
Then, she also ordered for us to have a monitor put on my stomach to monitor the baby for 20 minutes.
Then...WE FINALLY WERE ABLE TO LEAVE!!! We left our doctor's office around 10:15 a.m. We were both exhausted, but we had this liver ultrasound that we had to go do at 1:30 p.m. at a different Medical Center. And, for that I couldn't eat, which worked out since I hadn't eaten breakfast because of the glucose test anyways.
So, after a quick nap, we were off to another doctor!!! lol
We got the liver ultrasound, and found out that I have gall stones. blah! But, the ultrasound technician that did the ultrasound for us said that, to her, she didn't see anything of concern. Even the gall stones shouldn't be what is causing the problems with my liver.
So...for now...and what seems like forever...we wait some more!!!
Thanks again for all of the prayers and uplifting thoughts! :)
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