tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54404983529694431022024-02-02T11:30:22.533-08:00This is usErik and KimberKimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-58450675875735848792015-10-07T20:34:00.003-07:002015-10-07T20:34:59.507-07:00Life after giving birth....<div align="center">
I just published <a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2015/10/another-baby-story-hadley-lynn.html" target="_blank">Hadley's baby story</a> if you want to read about our sweet girl making her big debut into this world. I had severe preeclampsia which led to an early induction at 36 week. Here is a bit of our postpartum story (at least the portion of our hospital stay):</div>
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I wish this story was similar to my first pregnancy. With Collin I felt AMAZING after I had the baby. With Hadley I had a small window of feeling okay and I got to enjoy my sweet girl and introduce her to her big brother (one of the most incredible moments of my life! So grateful I remember it).</div>
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But that was about it. I quickly went back to feeling awful. The pain was unbearable and I went back to being almost unconscious. I always feel so guilty and want to cry at this point in the story... but I hardly held Hadley her entire first 24 hours. In fact... I don't even remember much of it. I got very sick. I had to keep in my anti seizure medicine in for 24hr after giving birth (yes... I cried when they told me that. I KNEW that's what was making me so sick and nauseous and miserable). And I spiked a fever that night. I literally kept my head under a pillow and was basically knocked out cold.</div>
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Good thing for awesome husbands! He stepped up and played mr mom AND dad! </div>
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He did EVERYTHING for sweet Hadley! He changed ALL her diapers, gave her her first bath, he cuddled her and loved her just like every baby needs those first hours, and when they couldn't wake me up to nurse he worked with her to feed and tried giving her bottles.</div>
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He's the best! I don't know what I would have done without him!! </div>
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All night long the nurses kept coming in to take my blood, give me MORE drugs, and help take care of the baby. I was also on the air compression leg massager because I hadn't been up in days and my legs had retained SO much water (actually my entire body had) and they were so swollen they looked like they were seriously going to split open. I begged and begged for them to take out the MAG and I knew I would start feeling better. I wanted to get up and use the bathroom normal (I HATE catheters), I wanted to take care of my baby. I wanted to feel like a human again. I didn't want to feel like death! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>August 17th, 2014</b></span></div>
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Finally at the 5am hourly blood and sugar draw.... I legit had no veins left! Multiple nurses came in to try to find something!! My feet, hands, arms, neck..... every single vein was used and dead (and SUPER bruised) and they would squeeze and squeeze for like 10 minutes and still couldn't get enough blood. I had nothing left. I think the morning nurse knew I had been through enough and said "I'm going to call the doctor now and see if we can stop taking blood and see what I can do to get you off this MAG." THANK YOU!!</div>
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By 5:30 the doctor came in. He talked for a while and mentioned I should really be on the MAG until 2pm. Sometimes they get away with taking the patient off after 12 hours (which it had been almost 15 hours). I begged and pleaded with him and told him I would come around and be WAY better if I could just get off that dang MAG. He was extremely reluctant but finally agreed. OOOOOOOO hallelujah!! </div>
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By 6 the MAG was out! The catheter was out. I ate some food for the first time in like 48 hours. Small victories! I was slowly coming back to life!! By 8 I was able to stand up on my own... and I even took a shower!!! Holy moly. Now we are talking! I was feeling like a whole new woman! I still slept most of the day and was still pretty weak and had a crazy headache but I was doing better. I could hold Hads a little more and worked on nursing with her. </div>
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She was amazing and perfect in every single way. Our biggest struggle was getting her to wake up! That cute girl was suppose to still be baking and she wasn't having it! This world was hard work!! She attached great when I would try to nurse her... but she would only do like 2 sucks before passing back out. NOTHING woke that girl up... we would tickle her feet, get her completely undressed, sit her up, put ice packs on her, give her SHOTS. Nothing. Different nurses and pediatricians would come in and try all their tricks, as would the NICU staff, and lactation specialist. </div>
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I know most people would not chalk that up as a problem. But it was so hard and rough!! She kept dropping weight, wouldn't have a bowel movement, and was so dehydrated she had acid crystals in her urine (sad face). They kept threatening to take her to the NICU but I would freak out and tell them we could do it. We spend all day and night trying to wake that girl up to eat. I pumped nonstop to try to get my milk to come in early, we supplement with super fatty formula, and I breastfed. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*and i'm sure a lot of you are thinking what I was thinking- she was probably drugged up from all the drugs I had been on. I cried about that A LOT and felt awful! I was told over and over again that wasn't the case and it wasn't my fault- I didn't believe them. Except- my newborns do sleep A LOT!! She slept like that for months (like 22 hours a day)..... and Collin was the same way. I don't think they would have been drugged up for that long.... Our babes just like their sleep!**</span></div>
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It took 5 days but she finally stopped dropping weight and had some action in her diaper. So with that.....</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>August 20, 2014</b></span></div>
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Our sweet girl was FINALLY released from the hospital at 5lbs 10oz. </div>
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There it is!! Our baby story!! The day that changed out life forever. Thanks for joining our family sweet Hadley (aka Hads, Haddie, Hadders, Hadderson, sis!!!) We sure love you!!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Questions and answers:</b></span></div>
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Do you wish you could have normal labor and deliveries??</div>
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I dream of the day I go into labor like a normal women. I dream about timing out my contractions..... taking a warm bath before applying makeup and doing my hair (for picture ops of course!). Drinking some hot chocolate. Bouncing on a ball. Calling my mom to come be with Collin. And then... when my contractions get a bit closer I would wake up my hubs and say "It's time!" And we would calmly yet excitedly grab our hospital bags (I have yet to have my hospital bags with me going into labor and delivery) and make our way to the hospital breathing together to get me through contractions. I dream of that day haha. I have experienced nothing even similar to that! But as long as there is that healthy baby on my chest at the end, it's all the same! I would do it again, and again, and again a million times over as long as that's the case!!!! </div>
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Are you going to have any more babies??</div>
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EVERY one asks if we are having anymore babies. My answer? I hope so. Call me crazy.... but I've always wanted a big family and I'd be heart broken if I couldn't have any more kids. I don't know if I can- it has been said that it is almost guaranteed I will have preeclampsia with every pregnancy of mine tho (although the increased severity of it was a coincidence). We understand the severity of that and do NOT take that lightly. We will have lots of doctors appointments (with lots of questions and seeking out lots of different opinions), prayers, and discussions as husband and wife before we make the decision. So with that..... If we do decide to have a baby- please do not judge or lecture us. There would be a lot that went into that decision. And if we decide we can't have another baby..... please don't ask me a million times if I'm going to have another baby. I will be heartbroken. But will always feel so grateful and blessed for the 2 I have!! And hey- who knows?? Erik and I are both very open to adoption.</div>
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What was Hadley like as a newborn?</div>
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Honestly??? As easy and sweet as they come! I have NO clue how we lucked out with such a sweet girl! She slept ALL the time! And when she did wake up she would just look around and would be so content. She nursed like a champ. She slept like a champ (was sleeping 6-8 hours straight at night from almost day one and slept all day long). And we NEVER heard her cry except maybe when we changed her clothes- she wasn't a fan of that. She was and still is perfection!</div>
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p.s. we can't NOT mention the hair! She had a ton and we got stopped ALL the time when we were out! Everyone stopped or at least pointed and said "look at that hair". Apparently a teeny premie WHITE baby with all that hair was quite the sight! We sure adored it!! </div>
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Some moms may want to punch me for saying this but it was honestly a breeze! I did have quite a bit of help those first few months so I'm sure that was a big reason. But I loved it from day one: I made sure I did not focus on the "guilt" of having another baby and just really focused on the blessing of having a sibling for Collin and having another sweet blessing join our family (I think that REALLY helps!!). The best advice I got in the hospital was from a random OB who came in because she heard she had to "check out the hair on this teeny premie baby!!". She mentioned she heard I had a 2 year old and she said "he will not want to be left out of ANYTHING! And he shouldn't- make that a priority. Make sure he knows there is always room for him. This baby is not replacing him... just joining him. If he wants to get up on the rocker with you and the baby- let him.... even if there isn't any room- make some! He NEEDS to know there is still room for him. He may even want to nurse. Just tell him 'sure bud! The baby doesn't get to have any cool food like you do because she doesn't have teeth. She just has to drink this milk so let me make sure she gets enough and then you can have some. It sounds weird but he will lose interest before you are done nursing and will be satisfied you didn't deny him something the baby gets to do with you." It did sound weird but it totally worked! </div>
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Erik and I just really focused on having Collin help and join us for everything and he was def not replaced! It helped that they both slept A LOT! So we could still play and read and do what we normally did with Collin when he was awake and Hadley was ALWAYS asleep. And when Collin would go down for his naps (every 2 hours) we would love on Hadley and give her our undivided attention (even if that meant she just slept on our chests). It somehow just works! But of course I would fear "what if they both are crying at the same time and I'm the only one around?? Do i just choose my favorite for the day?" Nope- you just know as a mom what each kid wants and which one needs IMMEDIATE attention, or who will take the shorter time to calm down. And it's VERY okay with letting one or the other cry for a second Ex: When Hads cried it usually meant she wanted to nurse which would take me about 20 minutes. When Collin was crying he usually just needed to take a nap which took me about 30 seconds to put him down. So I would hurry and put Collin down then tend to Hadley. </div>
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As far as Collin: we read LOTS of big brother books to him before the baby came, we talked to him about it and made sure he was excited to have a new friend and his own baby. He practiced changing diapers and rocking his baby elmo. When he came to meet her we had a present for him "from hadley" and he was so excited and knew she was here to be his best friend and not take his place. We made sure we called her "his baby" and with that you could always see his eyes light up and was so proud of that little baby (instead of jealousy). We were very careful to not jump all over him every time he wanted to go see her and touch her or put the binks back in her mouth, etc. He held her as much as he wanted and "help" with everything. Of course we would always keep him in the corner of our eye and were certain to keep Hadley's safety at the top of our list with a crazy 2 year old around... but it just worked out for us as long as we didn't jump and scream "be careful!" every 5 seconds he was around her... he was very gentle and loving and VERY aware of where she was at all times. (We did make the mistake once or twice and did yell our of concern to "watch out!" when he was around Hads and he almost turned on her thinking it was her getting her in trouble. So that's why we made sure we weren't doing that) </div>
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I know it's different for every family but this is what worked for us!! They adored each other to no end and were immediate BFFS!! </div>
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These two sure melt my heart!!</div>
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Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-32326693442482437802015-10-07T19:39:00.000-07:002015-10-07T20:38:20.171-07:00Another Baby Story- Hadley Lynn<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
I'm the world's worst blogger but I'm determined to get this story on the blog! So..... better late than never??? Here it is (long and detailed per usual): </div>
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HADLEY'S BIRTH STORY</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**As most know- I was officially diagnosed with "severe preeclampsia" at exactly 36 weeks. You can read all about that shenanigans<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2015/08/preeclampsia-and-bed-rest-round-2.html" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>August 15th, 2014 </b></span></div>
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Immediately after getting an "ok" from my MRI results and getting my diagnoses they started me on anti-seizure medicine so they could start the induction process.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*(FYI: magnesium sulfate is the anti-seizure medicine they use with patients with moderate to severe preeclampsia. This is given for obvious reasons..... I was VERY high risk and could have had a seizure at any moment. Having a pregnancy related seizure (eclampsia) would cut off oxygen supply to our baby (and other organs) and there is a huge chance that it would end in death to the mom and baby. This is NOT something we take lightly but if you talk to me I may make it sound like it's no big deal. I had "mild" preeclampsia with Collin and never needed anti-seizure meds so we knew this was a bit of a bigger deal. Luckily they have magnesium sulfate treatment now and it is a highly effective prevention and treatment for eclampsia. Thank goodness for modern medicine!!!) </span></div>
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The anti seizure medicine ("mag" is what we will call it), although super awesome at keeping me and baby alive and well, is not super awesome being injected into you and most definitely does not have super awesome side effects. It BURNS not only at the injection site but you feel it through your veins. My nurse was awesome and diluted it VERY heavily. It took almost an hour for her to push the full dose through my IV and she went through multiple bags of saline that she was also pushing with the MAG to dilute it (and now you know why I gained about 80 pounds of water weight those few days).</div>
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Another awesome side effect is that this drug sends you into some killer hot flashes. Poor Erik. One second I would be screaming to turn on the fan and throwing off blankets and 4 minutes later I was shivering out of control and he had to run and turn the fan off and throw all the blankets on me. And 4 minutes later it was back on with the fan full blast and off with the blankets. It was super awesome.... and that continued for days! Also- once you start MAG you are not allowed to get out of bed at all. It makes you really light headed and your risk of falling is pretty high apparently. So with that.... I was given the option of a catheter or a bed pan. Neither sound appealing in any way shape or form but considering I was not numb what so ever down<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>there<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i>I opted to wait for my epidural before getting a catheter put in (are you feeling me ladies?!?!).</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**(Anyway- that is the 411 about MAG. I started that at about 5:45pm. By the time our nurse finished it up and got us situated it was almost 7pm. I think it is protocol to make sure the anti-seizure medicine is in and working for a bit before they actually start the induction process.) </span></div>
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It was finally baby time! (ps it was my mom's birthday! Collin was born on my dad's birthday so how cool would it have been if our girl was born on my mom's?? We were really pushing it and hoping for it but knew they were going to do this as slow and stress free as possible)</div>
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The doctor came in and inserted the first round of cervidil to soften the cervix and to hopefully start contractions so I didn't have to do pitocin! The death drug!! (In case you want to read about my horrible experience with pitocin with Collin you can find it<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-baby-story.html" target="_blank">here</a>). The first time I had preeclampsia I was pretty with it when they officially induced me. Not this time- I have ZERO recollection of this happening. </div>
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When the process began I was dilated to a 2. At this point I was now at a 2.5. Contractions were slowly starting but not very consistent so they started round 2 of the cervix softening pills. I remember a little more at this time of the night. I was feeling AWFUL!! My headache was killing me, I was nauseous, I still couldn't see anything so there was a pillow covering my face this entire time, and the MAG made me feel 1,000 times worse! I was hot, I was cold.... I was being pump with so much dang fluid that I had to pee every 5-7 minutes (not even exaggerating there) so the nurse had to come help me with a bed pan. The only thing bringing me even a sliver of relief on my headache was the ice packs that just kept melting all over me so Erik and the nurse would have to keep changing me and the bedding and fill up my ice packs. And..... that was pretty much our ENTIRE night!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>August 16th, 2014 @4:45am</b></span></div>
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Contractions were coming on pretty strong and consistent. I was handling them pretty well and they were NOTHING like the pitocin contractions I had experienced my first go around. I was now dilated to a 4 and was all the way thinned out. My nurse came back in our room and told us I REALLY needed to get some sleep. The doctor had recommended we get the epidural we already knew we wanted- then I could be totally numb of the contraction, get a catheter put in, already be prepped if they needed to start pitocin to speed things up.... and I could sleep. The thought of getting a catheter put in so I could sleep sounded convincing.... as did already having my epidural before pitocin! Deal!!! </div>
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The nurse went to call the anesthesiologist up. I was laying in bed not knowing if I could really handle the epidural. I remember very clearly feeling like death (I sound really whiny... but I seriously have no other way to explain this haha!!). I remember feeling very anxious and like I was going to pass out. I felt very weak and the thought of even sitting up didn't sound possible.</div>
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The anesthesiologist came into my room. I REALLY did not feel like doing this right now but he didn't look super happy we woke him up so I remember thinking it was now or never. And I REALLY wanted to sleep! The nurse, the anesthesiologist, and Erik all had to help me up. I was shaking out of control. That was the part that really scared Erik- I couldn't stop shattering my teeth and it was like my whole body was convulsing. He asked what was happening to me and the nurse said I was either cold or the adrenaline was kicking in (remember- I didn't speak at all at this point- pretty much for the past week but especially the past 24 hours).</div>
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The anesthesiologist prepped me and I remember thinking "I'm going to pass out. I'm going to pass out." Erik sat in front of me- my feet on his knees, our foreheads touching and me squeezing his hands. The anesthesiologist reminded me time and time again about how important it was for me to remain COMPLETELY still (good one). He did the first shot to numb the site and I flinched BIG time! He scolded me a bit and told me that was the practice round but really reiterated that if that was the real deal that I could have been paralyzed there. Thanks dude. I don't remember my first epidural being this painful (of course I was in full on labor with the worse contraction in the world.... nothing was getting more painful than that!!). </div>
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About 30 seconds later I remember thinking- I'm done.... gone! My head dropped and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The nurse was screaming bloody murder "we are losing her!! We are losing her!!" She grabbed my face and kept saying "come on Kimber! Stay with us!!" The anesthesiologist calmly asked her to take my blood pressure. The nurse yelled out some crazy low number (I think it was like 88/68..... Normal is 120/80. And for the past week I was closer to 160/112. So basically that dropped FAST! And not that I could process it... but that was NOT good at all!). I remember thinking "that's wrong! I have crazy HIGH blood pressure!" But I couldn't speak or control any part of my body. The second the doctor heard the blood pressure he began panicking: "Get her on oxygen NOW!" (I knew that the anesthesiologist did not paralyze me or damage me in anyway- I was already feeling like this and KNEW I was going to pass out well before he even got the needle by my spine. But holy moly- it was complete chaos in that room for those few minutes). By some miracle, Erik, who is usually the WORST in situations like this, grabbed my head and said "Kimber, you're ok. Breathe in.... breathe out. Breathe in.... breathe out. You've got this. You're doing great. It's almost over". (When I ask him about this part of the story he said everyone was in complete panic mode and he knew that wasn't helping me. He said he was beyond freaked out but somehow found strength to be strong for me). And with that... my oxygen levels started to come back up, my blood pressure started to come back up, and I started to come back to life a little bit. I somehow was able to mumble a few words and Erik was able to translate them to "She said she needs to pass out and she needs to lay down".</div>
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The anesthesiologist gave the okay and they laid me down on my side as he finished up with what he was doing. I was out the second my head hit the pillow. They woke me up a few minutes later and asked if I could feel my lower half. One side felt numb but the other side I could still totally move and feel. They told me I was having a major contraction and I couldn't feel it. With that (and the fact that there was no way I was having him redo my epidural any time soon) I said it was fine and I was going to sleep. And that I did!! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>8:00am</b></span></div>
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I woke up to the sound of typing. I looked over to see my sweet nurse standing there on the computer. She immediately asked how I was feeling. She was almost in tears as she said she thought they lost me and she was so scared (I almost told her she didn't hide that very well... but I didn't). She said she had not left my side since and she did all her paper work standing up next to me. Man- I can appreciate a good nurse any day... and that lady was the best! I loved her!! She then ran off to get the doctor who was waiting to speak to us as soon as we were up. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*p.s. So my family doesn't completely freak out and forbid me to have any more babies (which that already do) I don't think they "almost lost me". I obviously don't know and didn't ask questions then- but if I could have spoken before the epidural... I could have explained I was already feeling like I was going to pass out (probably from a mixture of the drugs, not feeling well, and then topped with anxiety). I think sitting me up after DAYS of being flat down also brought on the hypotention (low blood pressure). But I still get why it was a scary and serious incident in their eyes. </span></div>
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Our doctor came in and talked with us for quite awhile about what was going on. How I was feeling. What happened earlier. He also checked me and said I was still at 4cm dialated (bummer) and that he felt we needed to start pitocin to get things moving again.</div>
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Pitocin was added to my IV (I seriously had like 8 things hooked up to that IV port). </div>
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I was feeling okay. With Collin it seemed my labor and delivery was a breeze and all preeclampsia symptoms disappeared. Not the case here but that's okay. I still very much had preeclampsia and all the fun symptoms that came with that. I still was hooked up to MAG and had all the fun symptoms that came with that, as well. Oh yeah... and did I mention I had been getting my blood drawn every.single.hour since I had been admitted over 40 hours ago?? My arms and hands were soooo bruised! I also had to get my finger pricked every few hours as well because I still very much had gestational diabetes. BUT I did get a little sleep, my epidural was indeed working and I had zero pains from contractions, and I was SOOOO dang close to having my baby girl and I was so excited for that!</div>
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This cute boy and my entire awesome family came to see us! That boy in general just makes me happy and makes everything better.... but seeing him in his big brother shirt just gave me a big boost of determination and I knew: "I've got this!" We enjoyed some Popsicles together (all I could really eat except broth- blah!) and then he was ready for his next adventures! </div>
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I was checked again and I was at 5. My water hadn't broken yet. I was still feeling about the same. Things were moving a lot slower this time around but I just wanted sleep so I was okay with that.</div>
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I was checked again. They told me I was almost to a 6. She also went to ask if I wanted her to break my water but at that very moment you heard a "pop" and then she said "well nevermind... I just broke it.... and here is your mucus plug." (TMI?? Sorry!). Welp- that's disgusting but thank you. She noted things should start moving along now and that usually means I dilate according to the "1cm an hour" rule and I'd have our sweet girl in 4 hours! </div>
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I wish I could say I was excited. I was excited to meet my little girl- don't get me wrong there! I was heartbroken that this wasn't the "beautiful" and "perfect" labor every mom dreams of. I enjoyed so much of my first birth experience but because of how miserable I was feeling- I wasn't enjoying a single part of this one and I felt AWFUL about it. </div>
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At this point I looked horrible and I felt horrible. I looked over at Erik with tears streaming down my face and said "I can't do it. There is no way. I have nothing left... I can't go thru a delivery. We need to tell them I need a c-section." Erik pushed away my hair and said- "you are the strongest woman I know! You've got this!! You are so close and I know you will find the energy to push our baby GIRL out! Then she will be in our arms..... you will know she is healthy.... you will start to feel better... and you will finally rest easy! You've got this!"</div>
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HOOOOOOLLLLYYYY SMOOOOKES!!!!! I was screaming at Erik to bring me a bed pan and to get out of the room! I thought for sure I needed to use the restroom! He said he wasn't leaving and to just do what I needed to do. NO WAY! You lose all dignity during labor and delivery and there was no way THIS was going to happen in front of my husband! After a few minutes of arguing about it he finally left the room. 30 seconds later I called him and said to get back in the room (haha poor dude!). He came running in and I said I think this is it! Call the nurse!! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**I NEVER had the "pressure" they say you feel when you're ready to push with Collin and I wasn't suppose to be fully dilated for hours.... but I was thinking this was definitely it! Everything about this labor was so opposite of what I experienced my first time!** </span></div>
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The nurse came running and asked what I was feeling. "Do you feel a lot of pressure. Like you have to go to the bathroom?" Yes, yes and yes! And hurry! I need to push!! She rushed to put on her glove and went to check to see if I was fully dilated. I'm pretty positive she hit the baby's head and her eyes were huge as she tried to stay calm and said "oh yeah.... I think you are fully dilated and ready." Then proceeded to 9-1-1 the doctor and the NICU. She let me push once just to find relief then asked me to try to hold on.</div>
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The doctor came running in and put on her gloves. She said "okay Kimber- I just want to see how we are doing here. Go ahead and push on your next contraction so we can see what's going on." A minute passed and I was ready to push. Her eyes got big and so did Erik's. I told her I was so dang weak that I didn't have much in me and I was pushing with everything I had so to get ready! And with that she rushed to scrub in completely.</div>
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The NICU staff came walking in and the doctor looked and them stern and said "um... we are having a baby NOW". Luckily everything was set up so they rushed to scrub in as I gave it my all for another big push.</div>
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On my 4th and final push (12 minutes total) our sweet baby girl was born! (The Big Man upstairs was sure watching out and was on my side for that one. He knew there was no way I could have gone through a long, drawn out delivery like my first one!). </div>
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Erik was able to cut her cord and she was handed directly over to the NICU doctor and nurses. (That's protocol for a 36 week baby- they assume they will have problems breathing and few other complications as they are born premature.) </div>
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But our sweet mighty mouse passed all her test and they were shocked but she didn't need to go to the NICU! And FINALLY she was placed in my arms for the first time and all was well in the world!</div>
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And this, my friends, is a look of PURE relief (I didn't even know a camera was around). I think every momma feels relief when a healthy baby is placed in our arms for the first time. But seriously. After everything we had been through for pretty much this entire pregnancy.... I honestly did not know this would be the outcome. I stayed up many, many nights sobbing and fearing for my baby and myself and I was told time and time again "you will hold a healthy baby girl in your arms and you will be able to be her mom on this earth." I doubted that MANY times.... but here it was. Just as HE promised. I was literally closing my eyes and saying "thank you! Thank you, thank you! Thank you for keeping your promise!!" (thank you Erik for capturing these first moments and genuine feelings... I will NEVER forget it!)</div>
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And after relief came pure happiness and joy. I had my sweet baby GIRL. My daughter who would grow up to be my best friend. My mom and I have the best relationship and I had dreamed of this moment for my entire life!! EVERY one commented on how much hair she had and how shocked they were with how well she was breathing. She was our true little miracle and such a fighter. </div>
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The doctor wasted no time and asked her name. I went to say "we have no idea" (and really? I can't think straight.... please don't ask me to make any permanent decisions for the next 24 hours). But before I could even look up Erik said: "Hadley Lynn" and winked at me. I was shocked!! I loved the name Hadley and it was my number one choice (found it on pinterest looking through baby girl announcements haha) but he had always claimed he didn't love it- it was too "cutesy". I looked very confused and thought we were going to be choosing from Charlotte and call her "Charlie" (Erik's number 1 pick and one I was good with) or Harper (one we both agreed we liked). He explained he actually loved the name Hadley and had just been giving me crap. And after seeing me go through everything I had been through the past few days and the second he saw her he KNEW her name was Hadley (don't worry- I made him swear he actually liked the name and wasn't naming her that out of pity for me).</div>
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We ALWAYS knew her middle name would be Lynn. My grandpa's name was Lynn; he passed away when I was 14 and I adored that man to no end! (and almost every 1st born daughter on my mom's side had the middle name Lynn). And Lenn (pronounced the same) was my best friend's mom who was a second mom to me and who I love so much (she passed away when we were 16). Two of my most favorite people who are now our best angels! I felt both of them there and keep a hand in this entire scary process! She is named after them both and I think it could not be more perfect for her!!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Hadley Lynn</b></span> </div>
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6lbs 6oz</div>
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19.0 inches</div>
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We ended up staying another 5 days in the hospital. If you want to hear more details of that, and answers to some frequently asked questions we get (including: "do you want any more babies?" and "how did you adjust to two kids?") you can read our follow up post <a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2015/10/life-after-giving-birth.html" target="_blank">here</a></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*A little
background. Erik's last day of his internship @Conoco was August 15th....
His first day of his LAST semester of school was August 18th. Which means we
would move back to Albuquerque for the fall that weekend. I was going to be 36
weeks pregnant August 14th.... I had it approved from hospitals, doctors, and
insurances and I was good to transfer care that last month of pregnancy and be
HOME to enjoy those last few weeks and deliver at the same hospital I had
Collin. Perfect, right??!! </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As I'm sure
you've read.... this pregnancy was nothing short of crazy and a little too
exciting for ANYONE involved. As we got closer (I think at about 32
weeks).... our doctor told us we HAD to start care and do our 36 week
appointment with our delivering hospital and she would only sign off to travel
back the weekend before (August 8th). Not horrible.... we'd be away from Erik
for a week but not the end of the world.*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**Side note: This
entire week was a complete blur! I was pretty drugged up a good portion of it....
and I also totally believe in "postpartum amnesia"... but mostly just
very out of it! I remember bits and pieces- and thank goodness for my husband
and LOTS of text messages to some close friends and family that I have gone
over and over- I've managed to piece quite a bit together and write this entry.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Wednesday
August 6th, 2014</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Today was the day
I had all my appointments to sign off and get approved for transfer. I had
appointments with the diabetic specialist, the OB, and our surgeon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Each of them gave
us lots of information, advice, and their approval to transfer care this late
in the game (although not ideal). We signed papers and hugged it out (well not
the diabetic specialist... we didn't know her- that would have been weird.
But the surgeon and the OB- they were there A LOT for us the past few
months and we will forever be grateful for them). 3 for 3. yay! Finally
some good doctor visits. Well.... almost. At our OB appointment I did have high
blood pressure and a headache. She sent me down to get blood work done so they
could check for preeclampsia (I informed her that I had a been a teeny bit
stress out at home* and assumed that's what it was. We were both confident it
was not preeclampsia yet). She said she'd call me as soon as she got results
for the "final okay" to travel back to Albuquerque.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">*At home we were
in a world of unknowns. Every thing was up in the air with ConocoPhilips (no
official word on permanent positions), with our home owners. We had prepared
for a move back home for 4 months.... but.... then what?? Were we coming right
back? Never coming back? What do we do with all our stuff? With the house?? Do
you see where the stress/high blood pressure was coming from? SO with zero
answers a week before it was time for me to get back to Albuquerque.... we
decided to just pack up our entire house and store everything in our garage
until we had word on what the next chapter was (in our head that made for a
day trip back to load a moving van vs a week long project of packing everything
up into boxes and then loading..... during or right after having a baby.... if
that's what needed to be done).</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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August 7th</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Our OB called me
right at 8am. She explained all my blood work was back and although my protein
levels were rising, they were still not in "preeclampsia range" so
she could give me permission to travel home. She went on to say she was
assuming I was headed in that direction and to have our new medical team test
me again the following week because things can change over night..... blah blah
blah!! This aint my first rodeo!! I was just excited that I got one more final
day to get my ginormous to-do list done. Then... THEN I will be back at my
mom's ready to rest, relax and enjoy the last few weeks of pregnancy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But TODAY I was ready
to rock it. I finished packing, cleaning, ran a million errands, made Erik
freezer meals to eat while I was away the following week, made treats for our
neighbors, AND mowed the lawn. A little over board?? Probably. When Erik came
home around 6 to see me finished up the lawn, he freaked out!! "Kimber!!
What are you doing?? You are 8 months pregnant and have high risk pregnancies!!
You need to be inside resting!!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He was right. And
I felt stupid. I sat down for a second with some water and the back pains
started. I went to take a quick bath to see if I would feel better. Not only
did I not feel any better, but the back pain got more intense. And then a
massive headache came on. Erik got me out of the bath and had me lay on
my side to make sure baby was okay and to put some of my essential oils on me.
I had consistent back contractions every 4-5 minutes until midnight, but
because they never moved to my stomach we decided not to call our hospital.
At about 3:30am strong contractions started in my abdomen but they were
never consistent, so again, we didn't call. I was up ALL night with that same
horrible headache and was taking as much Tylenol as I was allowed to take with
zero relieve (and I don't take OTC meds while I'm pregnant, so you KNOW I was
really not feeling well!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> Moving day!
By 9am.... after zero sleep, zero relief on the headache... and knowing I
needed to get my day going, I decided I needed to call my hospital and see what
I was doing wrong. "Hi! I know for a FACT I do not have
preeclampsia. I was literally just tested less than 48 hours ago and I'm good.
But I have this HORRIBLE headache and have already taken the maximum amount of
Tylenol that I'm allowed to take in 24 hours and I need to drive today. I have
no idea how I'm going to do that since I can't even see straight. Is there
anything else I can take or do to get rid of this thing??" Once they found
out I haven't even gotten up in the last 12 hours and still had this headache
they told me I needed to get back to the hospital immediately (like ambulance
status). I assured them I was fine and did a lot of convincing to have them be okay with me coming in in a few hours after I got my 2 year old ready and my husband came home to
take me. They informed me this was not their recommendation but told me if that's
what I'm choosing to do, they would see me at noon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">By noon I was back at the hospital. I laid on the
exam table in a ball, covering my eyes with my hands and asking Erik and the
nurse to turn the lights off a million times (even though they were already
off), and hardly responding to any questions bc 1. I couldn't even think and 2.
it was just too much effort and hurt more to talk. The nurse rushed out just to
have our OB come right back in to tell us we need to get up to labor and
delivery to get the baby on the monitor and to try to tame my headache. Yeah
yeah yeah..... we know the drill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Up in L&D-
they hooked the baby up to the monitor for a nonstress test, took my blood
pressure every 7 minutes, came in to draw my blood every hour (to test enzyme
levels to make sure my liver was not failing), and to pull my urine bucket just
as often (to test the protein levels to make sure my kidneys were not failing).
OH yeah... and to give me LOTS of drugs. For 6 straight hours. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Can we say deja vu (In case you are new here- I had preeclampsia with my first pregnancy. You can read that story <a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2012/10/pre-eclampsia-and-bed-rest.html" target="_blank">here</a>)?!?!?! After six
straight hours I still felt just as horrible as when I got there, even after
oxy and one other narcotic they wanted to "try" (I don't even know
what it was). We had declined morphine a dozen times and I knew there wasn't
much more they were going to do. So I was very VERY ready to go home. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">At about 7pm- my OB, the head OB and about
3 other nurses came in. They asked how I was doing, in which I responded
"ready to go home" trying to peak at them through my fingers. They
each took their turn speaking and I remember hearing things like: "Look
Kimber, I know you really want to go home. You have a massive headache that
narcotics aren't even touching, you have scary high blood pressure, your vision
is intensified. And we just found out that you have spiked a fever and you are
pretty dehydrated. You have EVERY sign of preeclampsia and we are shocked
your levels aren't coming back higher than they are." "I know you
really don't want morphine, but we really think that would be the best thing
for you to do. We really need to get rid of this headache, and I think it's the
only thing right now that will bring you relief. You can take it, get a good
night sleep, and then we can get you a better evaluation tomorrow after your
body has rested." "I know you are really worried about getting back
to Albuquerque to deliver this baby. We will be lucky if we can get one more
week out of this pregnancy and we don't have a NICU at this hospital to even
care for a 36 week gestational baby so you need to get back to Albuquerque
either way. We will airlift you this weekend if we need to."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Morphine? Still no.
Only one more week of pregnancy?? Airlift me?? What?? Just stop it. This was
too much for me. I just want to go home! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Erik kissed me and told me I needed to
stay for the baby (the only way he knew I would stay- guilt trip!!). He told me
he would go home and put Collin straight to bed and they would be back up here
first thing in the morning. It was late and I knew Collin was exhausted,
so I kissed him goodbye and Erik had to pry him from my arms. I cried. Probably
embarrassing to admit, but it was actually like a hyperventilating sob. (I
clearly have NEVER left my cute boy over night. Ever! And I also had never
spent a night in the hospital without Erik, so that was tough for me too. Not
to mention I was extremely drugged up and feeling horrible!).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My awesome nurse turned on some HGTV for
me, got me a brownie (even tho she knew I had gestational diabetes), a phone
charger, some toiletries, helped me get ready for bed and sat with me for a
while talking about life and tried to get me to laugh. I love and so
appreciate awesome nurses. I WANT to be that nurse... one day! It was still
tough- but she made it bearable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She asked me a handful of times over those
few hours if I wanted morphine. I politely declined for hours and hours. By
about 10;30 I was only getting worse. My headache was HORRIBLE, I honestly
can't even describe how much pain I was in. My fever was not going anywhere and
was making me feel even more sick. I was getting nauseous and dizzy. I had
flashbacks of when I got my morphine push with Collin (lets just say- it was
not pretty!!) and was scared for that to happen again, especially being by myself. But
I knew I needed to. I talked with the nurse as she came back in with some
anti-nausea medicine and asked her a million and one questions AGAIN and
verified a hundred times that it was okay for my baby (you know, in case she
forgot in the last 7 seconds that I was indeed pregnant still), and finally
accepted the morphine as long as it was NOT through the IV.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She was relieved and went to order it. She
came back a few minutes later and informed me she was only giving me 1/2 the
dose the doctor ordered (still 5ml!!) in the booty. She had me lay on my side and hug a
pillow and............. HOOOOLLLLYYYYYY BAJEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!! Morphine BURNS
being injected into you. Did you know that?? And yep... there I go! I started screaming at her to
stop, telling her she was going to hurt my baby. I was shaking out of control.
I was hyperventilating. And I just all around FLIPPED out (I can't say I
didn't warn you, lady!!). She rushed over and put me on oxygen right away and
tried her best to calm me down. I just got worse so she grabbed my phone and
called "my love" and explained to Erik what was going on. She put him
on speaker and Erik used all his magic powers to get me to calm down from 50
miles away (such a good guy.... and such a genius my nurse was). I finally
settled down and passed out with Erik still talking on the other end of the
phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I woke up around 3:30am starving and
nauseous. I was feeling better, but I think I could have been hit by a bus and
felt better than I had, so that's not saying much. I paged the nurse and she
brought me graham crackers and greek yogurt (yum- my favorite this hospital
stay!) and a huge horse pill. She told me the doctor informed her that my
potassium levels were scary low (another reason I probably wasn't feeling
fantastic) so that's what that ginormous pill was for. I was so out of it they
could have given me anything at that point and I wouldn't have asked questions.
I did what I was told, ate and passed back out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">About 100 people where in and out of my
room that morning (a slight exaggeration) and I wasn't waking up for even those
coming to stab my arm with more needles. I was out
for the count. I finally got up about 8am to use the bathroom and before I was
even done brushing my teeth, a crazy little boy can running in.
I was SOOOOO excited to have him back. I got back in bed with him and the head
OB and nurse came right in (they must of have saw the little dude). They talked
to me and asked me how I was doing. I was happy to report that I was feeling
MUCH better. I still had a headache, but I was doing good and I felt ready to
go. They must of seen enough improvement because with that, they signed off and
let me go!! On "strict bed rest" of course.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I slept pretty much the rest of the day
and poor Erik loaded up the car and trailer all by himself. Then, we were off!!
A three hour drive back "home". Moving back in with my parents
for the next 4 months.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I'll lump all these days together since
they were all pretty much the same. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And that's how I felt.... meh! At least
this time they didn't have to lecture me about laying down and abiding by the
"strict bed rest" rules. I felt horrible laying down, and even worse
standing up. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My headache NEVER subsided regardless of what I tried, my blood
pressure was horrible, and I blacked out in the shower and had to take multiple
breaks walking up the stairs.The diabetes didn't help as I had to fast 2 hours
in between each meal to take a reading and during the fast was when I felt the
worse and my headaches became almost unbearable (and of course- my readings
were super low each time so I'm sure that had something to do with it).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Luckily I had lots of help with Collin so I could just stay curled
up laying down in a dark room. It was just as horrible and miserable as it
sound. On Tuesday of that week I seriously debated calling an ambulance- I
was that bad: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">This being my second time having preeclampsia I at least knew what
to expect (all though EVERYTHING about it this go around was about 100 times
worse). But with the good comes the bad. Sometimes being aware and knowing more comes with its downfalls. Everything was all extremely blurry this entire week but there was one
specific moment I remember all too clear. It was that day where my </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">migraine</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> (or whatever you want to call this headache from HELL!!) was excruciating and I couldn't find any relief. I just wanted to go to sleep to escape the pain- but I honestly did not know if I would wake up. The Heather Brown story was constantly flashing in my head (if you don't know who I am talking about- you can read her story <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BringingHomeTheBrowns/info?tab=page_info" target="_blank">here</a>. She was the lady who had preeclampsia right after I did with Collin- except she was too late when she went in with a headache and started to have seizures due to massive brain bleeds and slipped into a coma. Three years later and she still does not move or speak.) and I remember just sobbing and praying like crazy that this was not it, that I would wake up, and that I wouldn't be too late once I FINALLY got to the hospital. I was without my husband and I REALLY didn't want to bother any of my family (my mom was NOT happy when she heard how bad I was and didn't call her!) and I hate the hospital and am never good to judge when I'm being "dramatic" or if I truly need to be seen. I just prayed that my Thursday "weekly" appointment would be good enough timing so I didn't have to make that call. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I was officially 36 weeks!! Hurray. And
today was FINALLY the day of my weekly scheduled appointment with our new
health care team.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My litter sister took the day off to take
me and my other littler sister and mom took Collin for me (thank goodness for
awesome family!!). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I was excited to get back and see Danielle
(our midwife we had with Collin who we LOVE!!). I knew she would help me!! I
went into my appointment and sat on the exam table. I knew we were in
trouble the moment the nurse took my vitals and was SHOCKED at my high blood
pressure. She then went on to ask if there was any concerns I had to bring up
to Danielle?? Um- what?!? Did you not read the 87 page medical records that my
last hospital faxed over?? Oh... you didn't get them? Perfect. (Good think I brought my hard copies!) Well, beside the
hematoma, breast tumor, gestational diabetes, high blood pressure, being
hospitalized last week, and this massive 7 day headache that nothing is even touching.... I think I'm good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Needless to say- that was an exciting
appointment. Danielle came in with HUGE eyes and gave me a long hug (you know
the kind when you feel genuine concern and love?? I just love that lady!!)
before sitting down to "catch up" and ask a million and one
questions. She said she wasn't even sending me down for labs... she said I
needed to get straight over to the triage center of the hospital and a doctor from our clinic, Dr Trujillo, was on and expecting me. She did<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>check me</i> and told me I was
already dilated to 2cm and was about 80% thinned out. I mentioned Erik
being 3 hours away, and she said she can't make the call but it was looking
like an induction so to have him get to the hospital before tomorrow. And off I
went (thanks sister!!). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(side note: Erik's last day of his internship was the next day Friday. He had a feeling this was going to happen so he had
actually finished all his work and cleared his desk by that Thursday morning.
His bosses were aware of the situation so they said even if they were in
meetings, just to call them out if he got "the call". So after I
called he did a quick exit interview and rushed home to grab a few things and then
headed to the hospital.). </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Aaaannnndddd back to triage I went.
I KNEW the routine for this exact hospital. I knew baby would be on the
monitors for hours and my vitals/blood/urine would be taken every so often. I
warned my sister we'd be here for a good 4 hours and that she could leave. But
she didn't. And then... something NEW. Dr. Trujillo came in within about 10
minutes of us being checked in. (What?!?! I NEVER saw an actual doctor with any
3 of my triage experiences with Collin. They are so dang busy doing C-sections,
and dealing with all the patients who have actually been admitted that they
don't visit triage). He came in with a blank sheet of paper and and a pen,
introduced himself, SAT down (gasp!!), and told me "okay, start from the
beginning."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It may sound simple and crazy... but you
have NO IDEA how happy and relieved that man made me feel in that moment. He
never cut me off, he just listened with great intent and took a million notes.
He understood I was nervous to take narcotics, especially morphine. He made me
feel reasonable. He made me feel like I was not crazy or making any of this
stuff up. He showed great concern and genuinely wanted to help me! Thank you,
Doctor!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He came up with his "game plan":
He mentioned, of course, that he REALLY didn't want to induce labor yet.
He assured me I wouldn't go passed 37 weeks, but wanted to get me as close to
that golden 37 weeks as possible. He was going to see if he could schedule me a
ultrasound to see how much the baby weighed and how the baby was looking, just<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>in case we did need to induce labor.
He also had a list of drugs he wanted to try besides the oxy and morphine that
I had already tried last weekend. First up was a drug with caffeine (not
positive of what the exact drug was, but my thought is Fioricet??) hoping the
caffeine would help the headache. He also wanted me to do a in-house 24hr urine
sample because that can sometimes be more accurate over a basic urine sample in
reading the protein levels. And before I knew it they were inserting my
IV port and telling me I was being admitted to labor and delivery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Hours past and the caffeinated drug didn't
do squat!! The nurse came in to check on me and had me rate my pain. She noted
it was the same and said she'd go check with the doctor to see what else we
could try. She came back in to inform me the doctor had ordered me some
morphine. Wait, what?!?!? That was not part of the game plan! I mentioned Dr.
Trujillo said... she stopped me right there and told me Dr. Trujillo was off
and it was a new doctor in for the next 12 hours? (Insert cry face!!) I was
seriously so upset! And hate that the next step is always
"morphine!!". I hate morphine. And I was alone, AGAIN (Kelsy was down
in her car talking to her hubby, and Erik wasn't there yet). I asked to please
hold the morphine until at least I got to hold my son. My family was on their
way to the hospital and I didn't want Collin to see me like<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>that...<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i>and I just simply wanted to spend
some time with him in this craziness, NOT all drugged out of my mind. Fair?? I
thought so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">A few minutes later she returned with the
stupid, idiotic doctor!! Oh man, I don't talk bad about people but I was not a
fan of this dude. He came in and said, "what's going on? Why are you
refusing my medical advice?? I don't get paid commission for every drop of
morphine I give. It's up to you. You said your head hurts- this is what I'm
recommending. You can take it and feel better. Or you can not take it and
continue to complain you don't feel good. You don't have preeclampsia. You
probably just have a tension headache. And I love when people tell me they
don't want to take some thing because they are scared for their baby. Like,
hey! Thanks for reminding me. I forgot you had a baby in there! And yes, like I
would really recommend or give something to a pregnant lady that is going to
severely hurt her baby? Give me a break."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">What?!?! Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! I
wanted to say so many swear words!! Instead, in a not nice voice, I said,
"first of all, I never refused your stupid morphine. I simply asked if we
could hold it for a few minutes so I could say hi to my toddler who I have not
seen today before being drugged up. Second, I'm a dang good mom and it's very
natural to be concerned for her child! And third, I do NOT react well to these
drugs.... which I just had last weekend, and hey look! Still have a
headache!" And I should have gone on about his bedside manners, and
pre-diagnosing someone without all the facts... and just about how he was about
the biggest douche I've ever meant. But I was crying too hard at this point,
and my head and blood pressure were already beyond what I could handle.
I've NEVER wanted to punch an old man where it hurts so badly in my
life!! And I told the nurse to NEVER bring him back into my room again. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My family got there in the middle of all this nonsense and I had to keep my hands over my eyes especially now and all lights off (pretty much for this entire week) with my headache completely spiked and the light sensitivity but I still can kind of see my family's faces coming into the room. I think they thought I was legit dying. And my grandma just so happened to be in town this weekend and it was her first time seeing me- she didn't hide her concerns very well. haha poor grandma! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">They sat and visited and helped calm me down. Soon after my husband was FINALLY with me! Life was good.... well as good as it could have been. I was given a very small dosage of morphine and it honestly didn't do anything for me. I don't know how many times how crappy I honestly felt. I tried to sleep, I twisted and turned to try to get semi comfortable. The only thing that brought slight relief was ice over my head. Every hour Erik and the nurse would have to change me and my bedding as the ice melted everywhere and bring me new ice to start the whole process over again. But that's what he did to bring even the slightest relieve. Oh yeah... and he ordered this cute little dude to come back and lay with me before I fell asleep!! These dudes are the best! </span></div>
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At about 11pm and nothing working I asked them for more morphine. Yes- I was REALLY hurting to actually be the one to ask for it. After my second dose of morphine I was finally able to pass out.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Friday, August 15th</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The relief the double dose of morphine
gave was short lived. By 6am the headache was back in full force. The nurse
started out coming in pretty regular that morning to check on me and ask how I
was feeling. When I let her know I was back to feeling like HELL and her only
solution was MORE morphine I let her know that that was ridiculous.
Seriously?!? Nothing has worked except a double dose of morphine and even that
only brought a few hours of comfort. I don't know what I wanted.... but I
wanted someone to HELP!!! Is that too much to ask?? Pretty soon she hardly came
in to see how I was doing. And half the day went by and I had yet to see the
new doctor on. Needless to say, I was SOOOOOO annoyed. Why was I even here?? I could
finish my 24 hour urine at home and get just as much help there!! I felt like
nobody believed me with how miserable I felt. I knew something was wrong, but
began questioning myself. I was REALLY wishing I had not transferred
care. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I knew my 24 hour urine sample was up at
4pm and I knew they'd just send me home after, so by 3 Erik started packing up
our room. I was beyond mad and disappointed with the hospital that took such
great care of me 2 years prior. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As we were packing up a nurse came in with
a wheel chair and told me she was taking me down to get an ultra sound... you
know, the one Dr. Trujillo (our first and only doctor that had cared) had
ordered?? Sweet, I'll go check on my baby. Sitting up MESSED me up. Normally
moms are so so so excited to see their cute baby up on the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Not me. Although I'm sure she was cute...
It hurt so dang bad to look at the screen. I asked them to turn off the lights
and I just laid there with my hands over my eyes, trying to concentrate on
breathing, and was shaking out of control (like straight teeth shattering) for
some unknown reason. Erik was so excited to see this cute face and kept telling
me to look at her and all her hair you could already see on the US, but I couldn't. I think that got the ultra sound tech's attention
and she started asking Erik questions. I think this is the first person to ask
what was going on since Erik has been around.... and the poor guy just poured
out his heart. He went into quite a bit of detail with what had been going on
and explained how worried he was about me... and I think at one point he may
have begged her to put in a good word to induce if the baby was looking
healthy. I remember asking "how does she look? Is everything okay??"
And she told me she couldn't answer (which I'm aware of. But usually they give
you SOMETHING!!). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Pretty soon she was wiping my belly and
letting us know she would be back with the doctor. It took a while for it
to click, but after 10...15....20 minutes past I realize they only go get the
doctor if something was wrong. I began panicking, telling Erik something was
wrong with our baby!! The doctor (not my doctor. He was an actual fetal
specialist- specializing in high risk pregnancies) came in and asked a million
and one questions. He finally said "okay, an 8 day straight headache is
not okay and it is not normal." Thank you!!! Thank you! Thank you! That's
what I've been saying... but apparently no other health care professional was
thinking that. He went on, "It doesn't make sense for us to keep pumping
you full of drugs that aren't even working. My guess is that this is a
"preeclampsia headache". The two biggest symptoms of preeclampsia is
high blood pressure and headaches. You have both. I think you have
preeclampsia. BUT I need to make sure there isn't something more going on here.
I'm going to see if I can get you an MRI right away so we can be sure there
isn't an aneurysm, or any bleeding... or anything else. If the MRI comes back
normal, I will assume the headache is Preeclampsia related and we will induce
you right away." And if it doesn't come back normal?? "Well- we will
cross that bridge if we get there. We REALLY don't want to even go there if we
don't have to." (AKA- we will do an emergency C-section and you will go
into immediate brain surgery). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Okay. Thank you for listening and taking
me seriously. But... uh... that was pretty scary to hear. We finished up and
him and Erik helped me up. The doctor watched me walk to the bathroom with Erik
(which I couldn't see, I was very dizzy and shaky, and I was so swollen I
couldn't feel my feet.... so I'm sure it was quite the sight) and waited outside for me to come out. He asked Erik to set me back on the exam table for
a second. Before I knew it he hit my knee and I legit kicked that poor guy in
the man parts. I was mortified and didn't even know where that came from!! He
chuckled and moved himself to the side before hitting my other knee. My foot
came FLYING up again. What the heck??? I promise I'm not doing that on purpose.
He turned to Erik (who was also embarrassed) and told him my reflexes were extremely
hyper-active, a sign I was VERY close to a seizure and a huge sign of
preeclampsia (what the heck... not one single person has checked my
reflexes!!).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Back at the room I had a huge fruit
bouquet and lots of goodies from the hospital waiting for me. The nurse would
not leave my side and before I could hardly adjust in bed, my doctor (who had
been on for nearly 12 hours and had yet to see me) was by my side ready to care
for more. OOOOOOO now yall want to care about me?!?! Now that you know I'm not
full of it and something really is wrong here?? I think the doctor knew I was
not happy/impressed with her and she was quick to explain herself "I'm
sorry I haven't been able to see you today!! I was just waiting for your
results of your 24 hour urine sample to come back so we could go from
there...." blah blah blah! (Danielle, our one-day midwife who I love, also rushed in at this time to check on me as she heard the news. She checked in on us multiple times but at this hospital, midwives work under an OB and can't make any calls until the patient is at least 37 weeks. So she couldn't do much except check on us)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">With the doctor and midwife still in the room, the
nurse came back with the wheelchair and said they were ready for me to get my
MRI. I'm already claustrophobic, feeling like death, and TERRIFIED about what
they could find.... So I knew going into a BRIGHT tube, with loud noises, and not
moving a muscle for 20 minutes was not going to be super awesome. And in case
you have never had an MRI on your head before... It was not awesome at all!!
Not in anyway shape or form. HOLY bajeeze!! It was TERRIBLE!!!! Hated
everything about it and about 1/2 through I had a major anxiety attack. So so much had been going on the past few months and this was almost like the straw
that broke the camels back. Not only was i physically not okay.... but laying
in the tube, I let my mind go to a very bad place, and I was not emotionally
okay either. I didn't want to have to start all over again so I tried to just
suck it up. I had tears running down both sides of my face. I was praying it
could be over already. I was doing my best to just concentrate on breathing.
But I couldn't do it. I grabbed the panic button and was getting ready to push
it when I heard a voice over the intercom telling me I was done. Oh thank
goodness!! Holy smokes! I'm pretty sure I came out of the tube screaming, crying hysterically and shaking out of control for sure.... and the tech had Erik come in and hold me on the table for a while until I was ready to sit up in get in the wheelchair. I'm okay if I never have to do that again... especially
in that condition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Back in the room, before the nurse could
even get me out of the wheelchair, she got a phone call. She said under her
breath "wow. That was fast." and walked away as she took the call.
She came back a few minutes later (another long, terrifying few minutes) and said that was already the doctor with the
MRI results and everything came back normal. She went on to say that they also
got the results from the 24 hour urine sample and my protein levels were high
so I had been officially diagnosed with "severe preeclampsia". Phew! I know it is weird to feel relieved with that kind of scary diagnosis... but hey- it could have been worse! We were extremely grateful my brain was not bleeding out! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She was instructed to start me on
anti-seizure medicine immediately and then they would start Pitocin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And with that.... the induction process
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(*Just to defend our Colorado Hospital..... Lots of people, including the staff at the new hospital, questioned why the heck our original would sign off to transfer care with such a high risk patient. Their reasoning was that they could not care for me and our 35/36-week gestational baby at our hospital either way if I went into labor and they knew that was direction it was headed. They did not have the facility or resources so if I would have stayed and delivered there they would have had to send a helicopter for at least our sweet tiny baby and risk precious time. We would have ended up at an Albuquerque Hospital either way)</span></div>
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Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-66957200849142069762014-11-23T17:01:00.000-08:002014-11-23T19:23:16.235-08:00Cancer scare: Lactating adenoma I hesitate to publish this post. It's a tough one to write and reflect back on. BUT that's life.... the good, the bad, the ugly.... we need to deal with every situation and try to make the most of it. On social media I love sharing the "good" and fun memories. I'm not one to publically talk about the "bads" and the "uglys".... I've got a great hubby with an awesome shoulder to cry on and a great listening ear. He gets me through ALL those times. And in a lot of cases.... my parents also help me through those times.... and in a few cases..... siblings, close friends and family. That's who I go to. Not facebook.... not the family blog. I'm actually a pretty private and closed person when it comes to hardships (at least while they are going on). So this is where my hesitation comes in to publish this (I have written this post for months.... but mostly for myself).<br />
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So why?? Why am I deciding to publish it and make these very personal hardships public?? For one: I decided to fill family and friends in with a "pre-eclampsia and bed rest" post after I had Collin. I didn't know what to expect.... But when my little quiet family blog got THOUSANDS of views on that post and I had multiple people (most complete strangers) come to me via email and ask questions and look for comfort as they were going through the same scary diagnoses.... I knew that was my reason for feeling so strong in sharing our story and why I'm doing it again. For two: this trial in particular completely changed my life. My complete perspective on life. If you can not only learn from your trials.... but have them life altering... they are worth remembering. And 3: quite a few people know bits and pieces of what happened this pregnancy and have asked with genuine concern what happened. Since we all know all was well in the end.... I'm ready to share some of the tough "bad" and "uglys" of this pregnancy with those family and friends that care. And hopefully my story can help even one person in one way or another.<br />
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This pregnancy was..... well..... tough! I knew when I got pregnant that it would not be the "perfect" pregnancy. I had a very strong feeling from the beginning that I would face trials and challenges and I just continually prayed that it was me and my health, and not our sweet baby's! I knew my faith would be tested but if I could stay strong and positive... all would be well. You can read about all of our other scares <a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2014/11/pregnancy-scares.html" target="_blank">here</a> .... but for now.... this post is dedicated to this one specific scare:<br />
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Cancer scare:<br />
About a week and a half after the blood clot scare- I was laying in bed, paying bills on the laptop. I was not even thinking and randomly grazed my hand over my chest. My heart stopped as I felt a lump. It was fairly big to have just noticed it just like that.... it was about the size of a golf ball. I called Erik immediately and told him.... but tried not to be over dramatic and mentioned it was probably a pregnancy thing but was still kind of alarming. And that's what I went with.... a clogged milk duct or hormone build up that would go away. One week later... It was not going anywhere and started weighing heavy on my mind. I called the hospital and spoke with a nurse and asked how I could reduce this thing if it was a clogged duct. She gave me some advice but really didn't think it was a clogged duct (considering I was only 27 weeks pregnant) but was sure it probably wasn't anything serious and I could wait a few weeks to go in for my regular apt.<br />
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I managed to push this concern aside and enjoy my cute boy's second birthday with family.... minus the fact that I felt HORRIBLE. I don't know how I did it... but I didn't even tell my mom that weekend (I tell her everything). Why make it a big deal when it wasn't? Right??<br />
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After everyone left.... and reality was back in full swing... I couldn't kick the fact that I felt horrible, my vitals were out of whack.... and I have a huge lump in my breast. I quit putting on the happy/nothing is wrong face.... and broke down realizing this could be the big "C" word. I called the nurses again (they probably legit thought I was insane and one of "those" moms but I didn't care). After giving them some symptoms- headache, pain under breast.... they told me to get up to the hospital IMMEDIATELY and that I could have preeclampsia. Erik rushed home from work while I packed up Collin and myself and off we went to the hospital. They did all their test and ruled out pre eclampsia. That was their only concern and were trying to push me out the door saying I must have a virus or experienced a migraine. Ok??? That was intense to tell me I had a bad headache. But hey.... before you push me out the door.... can you give me a breast exam? The OB looked confused but did it anyway. She felt around while I explained that I had found it a few weeks back, I know it's nothing but I just wanted to make sure, blah blah blah.... she obviously was not listening to a word I said. She stared at the wall while she felt around and looked VERY concerned. Suddenly, she stopped trying to force me out the door and treating me like an over paranoid mom. She looked at Erik and said we weren't going anywhere and she was going to see how soon she could get us an ultrasound on my breast. <br />
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And the whirlwind began.<br />
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*So this appointment was on a Wednesday (the next day I was going to be 28 weeks.... 3rd trimester!!)*<br />
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The OB came back into our room (she was suppose to be bringing me a blanket and tylenol- but that didn't happen) about a minute and 1/2 later. She was stern and serious as she told us we needed to go down the hall to the "breast center" immediately. She seemed very worried, but I surprisingly remained calm and assumed this is what they were going to do (just not that fast). I was grateful they were going to check it out and give me answers (still assuming those answers were "clogged duct" or "cyst") so I could stop my stupid head from going to the "c" word. <br />
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A few minutes later we were down the hall to the gorgeous "breast center" office. It was quiet and we were the only patients there. As we were checking in a few people walked out and whispered "this is her". Um... okay?? They took me straight back and I got into my gown. A minute later the tech came in and asked to point to the general area where I "thought" I had felt a lump. When she felt it she was taken back and said "oh wow!!! That's definitely a lump! We don't need to go searching there. This should be easy." Again... um... ok? She got multiple images... all looked the same to me.... and pointed out what she was looking at- "the lump". She was done within 5 minutes and said she'd be back with the doctor. 2 minutes later she returned with the radiologist.<br />
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It took him all of about 30 seconds as well to see all he needed to see...again, there was no searching needed for this thing. He sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head and explained to Erik and I that I have "a massive.... well.... tumor". OOoooookkkkkk? BUT I am young, have no family history of breast cancer.... and he is certain it is benign. A "fibroadenoma" is what he was thinking it was. However, it needs to come out. A needle biopsy will not distinguish what type of tumor this is.... and they need to remove the entire mass and biopsy it to rule out cancer. Not to mention- even if is benign- it is very rapid growing (obviously- look how fast it had already grown.... I just had a breast exam done in February when I first got pregnant and this thing was already about 5cm in diameter- massive!) and needed to come out before it got "gigantic and inoperable". Normally- not a big deal. Erik and I were both pretty wide eyed taking all this in...... but still nodding our heads and going with him that this is benign and no big deal. "I'll have the surgery after that baby or sometime in the next year" was what I was thinking. He told me I needed to have the surgery done ASAP but it would be a full on surgery and I'd need to be totally out. Because I was pregnant he would need to talk with the surgeon and my OBGYN to see what would be best for the baby as general anesthesia is not ideal. At that point I said.... "well we can just wait for the baby to be born, right? Or at least another 8 weeks and take the baby at 36 weeks and do the surgery?!?!" He saw my concern and informed me that it is not safe to wait that long with a tumor this rapid growing (normally would recommend have the surgery done within the week).... but..... (he kept scratching his head and seemed very uncomfortable)..... he would talk with my OB and the surgeon and get back to us.<br />
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We left the hospital that Wednesday evening fairly shocked but still in good spirits. We knew it was benign and felt like we were far enough along and didn't have much to worry about.... at least for a while! We walked in the door about 5pm and I called my mom to let her know it was indeed a massive tumor... completely benign... but I needed surgery to remove it. Don't know when or where... I have an appointment next week so I'll let her know. Before I could even hang up the phone with her my doctor's office was calling me. I switched lines to hear a very serious Dr. Todd (my OB) on the phone: "Kimber? This is Dr. Todd from [doc. office]. I just spoke with the radiologist and you need to have surgery immediately! You have a huge mass and we don't know if it is cancer or not and the only way of finding out is if we completely remove it." I grabbed Erik and put her on speaker phone. She explained that the baby will be okay. There was a slight chance that the anesthesia could put me at risk for preterm labor but it is a very small chance and I was far enough along that the baby would be okay and she felt good about doing the surgery. She mentioned time and time again I really needed this surgery done and she had an awesome surgeon at the same hospital- I would need to go into pre-op the following morning and surgery the next day. Um.... what?!? Ooooookkkkkk....... It was a lot... and it was all happening fast. I asked time and time again if she was sure the baby was going to be okay and if there was any way I could wait a little longer for surgery. She continuously told us she highly recommends us do the surgery and that the baby would be okay. Erik and I both looked at each other and nodded like we could read each other's minds.... and I verbally agreed to the surgery (I can't even remember those words coming out of my mouth). I got off the phone and we talked about how we felt good about this decision and everything would be okay. I think I believed myself. 10 minutes later the phone rang again and it was our surgeon's assistant who confirmed the time for our pre-op the following morning (11:30am Thursday morning) and surgery the following morning (8:00am Friday morning).<br />
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Welp- that was nutty!!! I called my mom back and gave her that mouth full! Yikes! We arranged for her and my dad to come up the following evening to help us with Collin so Erik could be by my side during surgery. Holy crap.... I'm having surgery the day after tomorrow? All I could think about was our sweet girl and continually asked for her to have strength to get through this and stay in for a few more months! Erik gave me a priesthood blessing. The blessing itself was pretty personal and sacred but the gist of it was: that this is just a speed bump and that we will continue to see hardships through this pregnancy but I will hold a healthy baby at the end of all this. Erik and I were both in tears, but felt comforted by the blessing. <br />
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Erik was not technically given vacation or sick days with this internship... and he was already missing quite a bit with this pregnancy so I told him I'd just do the pre-op myself and he would take off all of Friday for the surgery (his bosses totally understood- thank goodness for awesome bosses). I was not nervous for the pre-op at all! Thursday morning I got Collin and I both ready and headed for the hospital. I was prepared to hear instructions and what to expect for the surgery. I thought I was going in and sit across a table from the surgeon who would tell me; you will arrive at this time, we will go into surgery at this time, you will be in recovery for this amount of time, and you can go home at this time. Don't eat anything after this time tonight. The end.<br />
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Nope. Collin and I got to the hospital and walked the long hall to the surgeon office. It was also gorgeous! And again... we were the only ones there. Doug (the surgeon's assistant) immediately came out and got us. He informed me Dr. Quayle was trying to make a meeting and didn't have much time, so to quickly get in my gown to speak with him and he will come in and get all my information and vitals after. Um... okay? I was confused as to why I was getting in a gown but didn't have time to think as there was a knock on my door 10 seconds later asking if I was ready. Dr. Quayle came in. He was very polite and I got a good vibe from him. He mentioned he was doing an ultra sound just so he could see first hand what we were dealing with. He was also quite taken back the moment he felt the lump..... I'm telling you, it's huge! He only took a few minutes looking at it on the screen and asking me a few questions (when and how did I notice it? Do I feel like it's gotten bigger over the few weeks that I've known it's there? How old am I? Any family history? How far along in pregnancy?) It was a lot like deja vu from the day before. He also asked more friendly questions..... what does my husband do? What do I do? Do we want any more kids? And he even went on to tell me he and his wife have 5 kids. He quickly finished up and let me get dressed.<br />
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A minute later I was sitting in a chair dressed with Collin in the chair next to me and Dr. Quayle came back in and sat down next to us. He took a deep breath. No longer friendly chit chat.... he was a different man walking back into that same exam room. He was very professional and serious. <br />
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Ready for this??<br />
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He first discussed the type of surgery he was going to do. He mentioned (again) that this was a very large tumor and I would need to be completely out. Again- general anesethesia is not ideal for pregnant women as it puts them at risk for pre-term labor. There is a good chance it wouldn't happen... but there is a chance it could. And if I did go into pre-term labor they do not have the facility to help a 28 week gestational baby and that my baby would need to by life lined to an Albuquerque hospital that specialized in premies. If this were the case... there is a chance our baby COULD survive, but it would take a lot of work. There is a chance the baby would not survive. I need to verbally agree that by doing this surgery I am risking losing my baby.<br />
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What?? No! There are always lots of risks during pregnancy and lots of chances you could lose the baby.... but to openly agree to doing something that puts me at risk??? Tears were coming.<br />
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I said over and over again between sobs that all I care about is my baby. Do anything you can to save my baby. She is my number one concern and my number one priority. I'm not doing the surgery!!<br />
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THEN he went on to explain the risks of not doing the surgery. Long story short, he said he is hopeful it is a "fibroadenoma" that the radiologist explained to us. There was a good chance that's all it was.... regardless, it is very rapid growing and needs to come up before it becomes too big and inoperable. I continually said... I don't care. I'll lose my breast before I lose my baby! Lets wait! He needed to get firm with me. He finally said "look Kimber..... this tumor is perfectly mimicking a VERY serious and very aggressive cancer. This is why we are all taking this so seriously and pushing for emergency surgery even though you are pregnant. The entire team agrees (radiologist, OB, and himself). If you do have this cancer and we wait even one more week..... it is growing so fast we could be letting this cancer spread and go from stage 2 to stage 4. Once this aggressive cancer spreads there is NOTHING we can do. You will have a 50% chance to make it through the first year and you will be DEAD in 2 years tops."<br />
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I don't even think I was breathing at this point. Legit.... forgot to breathe. Do you know how incredibly HARD that was to choke down? To hear that? To hear any of that stuff that I just had to hear those past 3 minutes?? Literally the hardest few minutes of my life.... literally the lowest I have ever felt in my life. Aaannndddd.... the hard, hysterical sobs began. I was hyperventilating and struggling to catch my breath. The surgeon had tears. My sweet 2 year old stopped playing with what I had to distract him and reached for my cheeks and whined "momma k?? momma k?" over and over again as he started to cry a soft sympathy cry (how did my barely 2 year old understand the emotion here??). Bah!! Why is Erik not here with me???<br />
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What do you do? It's an epitome of a lose lose situation. Of course I would choose my baby over myself. In a heartbeat!! But feeling my sweet baby in my belly and staring into sweet Collin's very concerned eyes and knowing my babes need their momma.... that solution was suddenly not so black and white. With Dr. Quayle staring at me waiting for an answer.... I said "what.... what?? What would you do?? What if this was YOUR wife sitting in the chair? What if this was your unborn child? We are starting the 3rd trimester! We are picking out names and finishing up her nursery and love this girl more than life itself!! This is an IMPOSSIBLE question. What would you do?" He sympathized with me but still said he'd tell his wife to have the surgery and reiterated that the risk of losing the baby was very small. I gathered myself a little bit and asked how confident he was in doing this surgery. He said "honestly? I'm terrified. I'm scared out of my mind. I'm confident in my surgeon skills, but the thought of having 2 lives in my heads is scary. Especially a tiny, helpless, premature baby's life. I look at you... you are young and have so much life to live. And I can tell you love being a mom and your kids mean more to you than anything. This whole situation is just tough. It flat out sucks!"<br />
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You're telling me buddy. The water works started right back up. He got emotional again and told me to think about it and he'd call me later in the day. He then excused himself. We were going in a circle, I was a mess, and he was 1/2 hour late to his meeting at this point... so I was very okay with him leaving.<br />
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The assistant came right in and couldn't even look me in the eyes as I sat there with my little buddy in my arms and cried and cried. He quietly hooked up the blood pressure cuff and took my other vitals. The machine tried to take my blood pressure multiple times. I already had borderline hypertension (high blood pressure) before hearing all this shenanigans... so I can't imagine how high it was at this point. After 2 or 3 minutes and multiple attempts the assistant shook his head and pulled off the cuff without a reading. He apologized for disturbing me and rushed out of the room.<br />
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I gathered myself, my cute boy, and our things and walked out of the hospital with my head down so nobody would see my puffy eyes and give me that sympathy look. FINALLY fresh air!! I prayed like a mad man the second I got outside. I told the Big Guy upstairs that this was an impossible decision to make and I'm throwing my hands up. I had the strongest feeling and knew I would know my answer as soon as the doctor called and that I wouldn't have to make this tough decision..... but to remain faithful. By the time I got to my car, I felt much more at peace than I did in the Doctor's office.... but still very emotional, as you can understand. I broke down multiple more times on that drive home as I called my mom and my husband and had to say those words of the doctor all over again. My sweet Erik took all this VERY hard... to say the least. In his words, he felt like he had a to give a death sentence to either his daughter or his wife.<br />
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About 40 minutes later (10 minutes from home) I got a call from an unknown number. I answered it: "Kimber?? This is Doug, Dr. Quayle's assistant. How far away are you from the hospital? This might sound weird but can you pull over? Dr. Quayle is going to call you and he wants you to come back to the hospital for a biopsy." What?!? A biopsy is not going to tell us anything. That is why I have not gotten one yet? I kept driving. 2 minutes later I get another phone call. "Kimber? This is Dr. Quayle." I pulled over at this point. "I can not shake this. I can't get this off my mind. I took your case to the board with lots of breast specialist and oncologists..... one lady suggested we take a biopsy. I explained why that was not an option in your case and that it would not distinguish what type of tumor this is and that your tumor needs to be taken out either way because it is so rapid growing. She understands that, but said to still take multiple pieces of the tumor to biopsy and see if it has the aggressive characteristics of cancer. This is not to determine whether or not you need the surgery... you do NEED this tumor out.... but it will determine whether or not we can buy some time and allow your baby to grow a little more before we do the surgery. If there is a 65% chance for your baby to survive outside the womb now at 28 weeks, and a 90% chance of your baby to survive outside the womb at 30 weeks.... wouldn't you want to wait 2 more weeks to do the surgery?" Um... yes!!! "If the biopsy comes back with signs of malignancy you will have same day emergency surgery. If it comes back clear of cancer characteristics we will postpone a few more weeks and let your baby grow and mature a little more before doing the surgery." Sounds perfect!! "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but if it is at all possible.... I would like you to come back ASAP so we can do the biopsy and rush the results. I should have the results by tomorrow or Monday at the latest." He continued to apologize over and over again.... PLEASE!!! Do NOT apologize!! I will gladly drive back and do this procedure if it helps make this decision!!<br />
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15 minutes later we met up with Erik (because... well... I NEEDED my husband. And he hated that I was doing this alone. And the thought of trying to entertain a very sensitive and vulnerable 2 year old by myself while getting a giant needle put in me didn't sound super ideal) at Burger King to grab a bite to eat and let Collin run free on the playground for a second. Then we made the 50 minute drive BACK to the hospital. 3rd time in the past 24 hours (and about 10 hours of testing and appointments).<br />
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Back at the breast center.... they got us right back in and prepped immediately. I kept my eyes closed the entire time I was in the room. I didn't know what to expect and what a core biopsy was going to entail. Erik said it was a VERY good idea that I never looked. The procedure took about 15 minutes and I had a death grip on Erik's hand the entire time. It wasn't really painful but I could hear the puncture each time they took a chuck out of my breast. My anxiety got the best of me and I ended up on oxygen and they stopped sooner than they planned as I was not doing very well... but they "got what they needed". About 6 pieces of that dang tumor.<br />
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I got home and was exhausted.... physically and emotionally. EXHAUSTED!!! I went straight to bed and wanted nothing more than to just turn my brain off and sleep. Erik planned on taking care of Collin, dinner and the house. Thank goodness for awesome husbands!!! Unfortunately.... my sweet little boy was scarred. We did all we could to distract him in that exam room and even the doctors stood to shield him from me during the procedure. He didn't make a peep while we were there and fell asleep on the way home. But he woke up from his short nap and screamed. Screamed inconsolably. Erik tried all his tricks and NOTHING was working. We knew he wanted momma so he tried laying him next time (it didn't feel awesome holding or lifting anything) but that still wasn't doing it. After about an hour of this poor boy sobbing.... and nothing working... I finally just sucked it up and held him. Silence. He embraced me back tighter than ever. The only thing that worked for the rest of the night was for his momma to hold him. And hug him. And to tell him over and over "mommy's okay. Everything is going to be okay." The moment I stopped... the water works started back over. Poor poor littler guy. It was heartbreaking. <br />
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The next few days were tough! I did my best to stay positive and to keep my faith (as I had been told over and over again that's all I needed to do). BUT on multiple occasions I failed. I failed miserably. There were times when I really thought I was going to die. I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming "I can't die!! Collin needs me!! Please don't replace me, Erik!" My heart was in shambles. When we think of all the people who are diagnosed with terminal cancer.... we think of their families and how sad it is for them to lose their loved one. But we don't think about what goes through the victims head. I still do not understand the depth that goes through their head... but I got a glimpse of it this weekend. I would have told Erik on my death bed to love again and be happy.... but the thought of him moving on with someone else if I died was absolutely a stab to the heart..... and then twisted in every direction. And the thought of not being the one to raise my kids?? For me not being around for them. I..... I can't even go there. Still. Have tears running down my face now writing this and reflecting back on those thoughts. Again... heartbreaking. No other way to describe it. It was a LONG and tough few days for our little family.<br />
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Monday was a long day. I sat with my phone glued to my hand so I would not miss THE phone call. It was toward the end of the day (of course) that I received the phone call. I was shaking and mentally had to prepare myself for the worst possible news before swiping my phone to answer. "Kimber? This is Doug, Dr. Quayle's assistant. He is still in surgery but he wanted me to call and tell you that your test results came back and there is no sign of malignancy." Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I jumped out of bed and legit did a happy dance!!! I have never been so happy and so relieved in my life!!! "You have what is called a 'lactating adenoma'..... a very, very rare tumor that is totally benign. He will call you back in the next few days for more information but for now just know that we do not need to push for immediately surgery." Hal-le-lu-jah! Music to my years. I thanked him a million times over before rushing into Collin's room to wake him up from his nap and hug him and kiss him all over!!!! Then called my husband and parents who had been calling me every 1/2 of the day.<br />
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Again, nothing more than a scare. But boy did that scare change my life!! I vowed to not be on my phone or be distracted in any way when Collin was awake. I wanted to appreciate and cherish each moment I had to be a mom. I vowed to tell Erik over and over again how much I love and appreciate him and to do all I could to be the best wife I could be. To spend as much time with family and loved ones and to make memories. I vowed to just live in the moment and to NEVER take a single day for granted. Sounds cliche... I know. But it definitely rang true for me. I was terrified to have these thing taken from me and after pleading and pleading with the Big Guy to not.... I felt like this was my second chance.<br />
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The following day Dr. Quayle did call back. He expressed how relieved he was with my results. He also pointed out that he and this hospital has NEVER seen a Lactating Adenoma and there is very few cases and studies written on it. He said this tumor was not even in the same family as the tumor they all believed we were dealing with (that the fibroadenoma and the aggressive cancer fell into). He does know it is benign and it will not turn into cancer... which is the most important fact. But other than that... he didn't know what to expect from this thing. We will take it week by week and see what this thing does. Ideally- I could make it through my entire pregnancy without surgery. Then re-evaluate after to see if the tumor stops growing or what it does once pregnancy hormones are gone.... and to see what breastfeeding will do to this thing. He couldn't tell me much and he was going to learn through me. Interesting. But hey.... I'm not complaining!! I'll take that over what could have been!!<br />
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The following day Dr. Todd (my OB) also called to let me know she had heard the news. She also mentioned this was an extremely rare tumor/situation and she had been doing as much research as she could since they have never had to deal with this. She said after speaking with Dr. Quayle she actually called the "main" breast center in Denver to see if their plan/medical advice was good. They agreed that postponing the surgery and taking it a week at a time is the best thing. They also reiterated that there are very few cases out there of this diagnosis and the few that have been documented have all been different. There is nothing set in stone of what to expect and what this tumor will do. But to monitor growth, shape, and pain levels.<br />
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So... there it is. I have been back a handful of times to breast specialist and to my surgeon (along with getting exams from my OB and midwifes almost every visit). Even switching hospitals and talking to MANY other lactation specialist, breast specialist, midwives, and OBs...... NOBODY has seen this type of tumor. I am the guinea pig. The "special" one is what they called me. Yay! It hasn't gotten significantly bigger so they have not forced me to do the surgery yet. Latest update from the surgeon was: it needs to come out eventually. Even if it doesn't get any bigger. He mentioned the tumor is growing off my milk ducts and he worries that with the surgery there is a risk of cutting some of those ducts.... and I could have milk come out my incision while breastfeeding (blah! tmi?? haha sorry!). But as long as I am not noticing a huge change in size and I can tolerate the pain.... it is in my hands and I can choose when it is I would like to do the surgery. <br />
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So if you are diagnosed with this.... for me (questions NOBODY could answer)... I was able to breastfeed on that side. It was quite a bit more painful those first few days but not horrible..... okay.... pretty horrible! I won't lie to you. It is still painful (some days more than others) but very tolerable.... especially if it means I can continually postpone surgery. And it surprisingly has not grown much since delivering Hadley (so in my case... it was the pregnancy hormones acting as steroids causing this tumor to grow so rapidly). Any other questions?? We have a plan A, B and C. Ideally I would love to breastfeed Hadley for her entire first year then do the surgery shortly after. I'll meet back up with our original surgeon in January to see how we are doing.<br />
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*Yes... we did ask why the heck a biopsy was not taken to begin with. I am beyond grateful for the results and that this was ultimately no big deal. BUT I was hours away from doing a pretty big surgery that could have resulted in losing my baby! We wanted answers! Why is a needle biopsy not protocol to ALWAYS being the first step in this process?? Our team said the same thing.... they all honestly thought they were dealing with this cancer. They couldn't come out and say that.... but the characteristic were scary and they wanted that tumor out. And if not that tumor- they were certain it was in that family of tumors which is all rapid growing and, again, you can't distinguish which one until that entire mass is biopsied. Not to mention... a "lactating adenoma" was not even in mind considering it is so incredibly rare. Fair enough.<br />
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I'm also not upset with my surgeon for telling me those things. I know it is his job to explain all the risks.... even "worst case scenarios". And lets be honest... I needed him to be harsh with me. Even if it was just part of my trial I needed to go through and learn from. I still think very highly of him and of our hospital. I'm grateful they went out of their way on multiple occasions to further their knowledge and educate themselves on our condition/diagnoses. Both our surgeon and our doctor called me personally on many occasions (not only to fill me in but to see how I was doing) and took a lot of time on our case.... even though I know they are crazy busy and they didn't need to do that! I am so grateful for them!!**<br />
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Again, I know I needed to go through this trial. It definitely tested my faith.... and I definitely failed! Lol well at some points. I don't think Erik has given as many priesthood blessing in his life than he gave that week..... and I don't think I have prayed that much in my life (we are talking most hours of the night). I didn't want to talk to anyone about it... but certain people knew for various reasons (like Erik's bosses, mentors, and a few co-workers... our relief society president, our immediate families, very few friends, and whoever they told) and the amount of love and prayers we received was humbling. Random people from work and church came to Erik and told him they traveled several hours to the temple to put his wive's name in. Incredible. My testimony and faith truly grew by leaps and bounds with this whole experiences.<br />
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Wow! That was a long one....Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-39422257974271039662014-11-23T13:30:00.001-08:002014-11-23T13:30:11.894-08:00Pregnancy scares.......MISCARRIAGE scare:<br />
At 10 weeks I came home from church as I was sitting in a good amount of blood. My heart immediately sank and my mind obviously went "there". Erik and I were both heart broken... we cried, and Erik did all he could to comfort me (all while being totally torn himself). He got on the internet and tried to keep me positive by telling me it didn't sound like the "m" word. Neither one of us could even say the real word. When we called the doctor the next morning and explained what happened.... because there was no cramping they didn't believe it was a miscarriage either. They told me it could be a fluke thing... and to call again if cramping came with it, otherwise not to worry about it and come in the following week for my routine monthly check up. Good one, right? Don't worry?? Impossible. I flipped out with every pain in my abdomen (which when you are pregnant... is a lot!). Luckily the following week they found the heartbeat for us and we cried happy tears and were soooo relieved!! But no answers other than "sometimes that just happens."<br />
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At 14 weeks.... I literally had just posted to the facebook world that we were expecting baby number 2!! We were in the second trimester... I was feeling great, and we were so excited!! Literally 10 minutes later.... I was in a POOL of blood. Yes.... much more than last time. A pool of bright red blood.... everywhere (sorry for tmi). This time I KNEW "this is it". Again... heartbreak. Literally, no other word to describe it. Erik and I sobbed the rest of the night. It was horrible and my heart completely breaks for anyone who has gone through a miscarriage!! Especially someone very close to me who has gone through it multiple times!!<br />
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I called the doctor again the following morning and this time, after explaining what happened, they had me come right in. Erik was in training... and luckily Erik's parents were in town so Collin stayed with them.... so I drove the 45 minutes up to the hospital by myself for this appointment. I plead with the Big Man upstairs that entire drive not to take my baby. I tried to stay positive and remain hopeful but it was still a tough drive. I broke down the moment I sat on the doc table.... and the doctor was so sweet to me! She found the heartbeat on the Doppler immediately (thank goodness!!! I could have jumped off the table and hugged her... oh wait... I did!!). She then decided to order me an ultra sound because she said "it would be good for me to see the baby". Um.... thank you!!! I loved seeing that sweet little peanut moving inside me... and they even predicted the gender... "Boy!!" lol. At the end she told me I had a "subchorionic hematoma" which is a blood filled sac on the outside of the placenta. Sometimes it can "leak" and cause a hemorrhage but it does not harm the baby bc it is on the outside of the placenta. Sometimes they could jeopardize the pregnancy but because mine appeared to be small and "shrinking" rather than growing.... she said it was not of concern. But not to be alarmed if I bled again. THANK YOU! All I wanted was answers (and of course a healthy baby)... and I could finally sleep again at night.<br />
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I was just over 24 weeks pregnant and just getting back from an awesome family vacation in California. Luckily, I had a doctor apt the day after travels because I could hardly walk. I went in and it looked like I had a huge calf muscles (I was pretty impressed with myself until I noticed it was only on one side). The doctor asked me a few questions and brought up the driving/plane ride. I mentioned my calf hurt and it felt like I had a permanent cramp that wouldn't let up. She felt around and looked very concerned. So..... off I went to get an ultra sound on my leg and did about 4 hours of testing to ensure there was no blood clot in my leg.... or that the clot hadn't traveled to my lungs. I was positive it wasn't anything serious... but I did have another major panic attack that day. I was told if it was a clot that I would be hospitalize for 2 weeks.... 14 days away from Collin??? That was my biggest concern (I don't really think I realized the danger to myself or to baby this could have brought up). They called me back into the OB's office and the doctor told me ultra sounds and tests came back and led them to no longer believe there was a clot. THANK YOU!! Again, just another scare. Other tests came back a little off- oxygen levels were low, iron was low, blood sugar was low, temp was slightly elevated as was my blood pressure. Basically.... I am out of whack, but nothing too concerning YET! I was just advised to start taking it easy.<br />
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Cancer Scare:<br />
Yes... you read that correct. Insane. I will go into MUCH more detail on a separate post. This started about a week after the blood clot scare and went on for about 3 weeks before a diagnosis.<br />
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Gestational diabetes:<br />
Literally- the day after I got my diagnosis ^ I was back in the car chugging that nasty sugary drink and driving the 45 minutes back (for like the 8th time) to our hospital/clinic. I was 28.5 weeks. This was just my regular routine/monthly check up with a midwife (my OB doctor had called with everything going on and set up another appointment with her a few days later) but I was still HOPING to get some answers in regards to the tumor diagnosis. I had A LOT of questions.<br />
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Unfortunately, the midwife did not have any answers.... in fact, she did not even know what had been going on with me... good one right?? (This hospital does things a little different with prenatal care that I was not super fond of... like never having a set midwife or doctor to see unless you request it or there is a need for it. But we changed that, don't worry). HOWEVER, she did come back in the room to inform me I had failed my glucose test. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH. Literally, that is all is could do at this point. oh yeah, and say "of course I did". I think the midwife thought I had completely lost my mind. But honestly, can you blame me? Any possible scare you could have happen... has happened. So why not add gestational diabetes to the list?? I figured it was just another scare and got permission to go on vacation with my family for a week and pick up MORE testing when I got back. The entire team agree that was the best thing for baby and I, so off I went to bear lake and to visit my Utah family!!<br />
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Every time I had a sweet I would say "I should probably watch what I eat because APPARENTLY I have diabetes..." I honestly did NOT think I did and just rolled my eyes at the thought (plenty of women fail the 1 hour glucose test and find it was just a fluke and go on to pass the 3 hour glucose test). I was having weekly checkups for other health reasons (tumor) with my OB at this point and every week she was on me about doing my 3 hour glucose test. I kept saying "I know I don't have it.... can I do the one hour again? Or just not worry about it at all?" She agreed that she didn't think I had it but insisted I still HAD to do the test.<br />
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Fine. At 32 weeks I finally went in and did that stinking, dreadful 3 HOUR test!! They called the next day: "Kimber? Unfortunately you did not pass your 3 hour test and you have gestational diabetes." She went on to set up times for MORE tests, and MORE appointments with the diabetic specialist. What?!?!? I was shocked!! And heartbroken. And felt SOOO guilty I had waited so long to take the test as those were more weeks I was not eating the best or controlling the diabetes for my sweet little babe and her tiny pancreas. Meh!!<br />
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I tried REALLY hard not to "google" anything and to just listen to my OB and diabetes educator (who both were shocked and said it didn't make sense... and just chalked me up for having bad luck this pregnancy)...... but just like any pregnancy related health problem you google, you see the words "stillborn" and read about the risks of further complications. Again... stress.<br />
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Luckily my numbers weren't horrible and I was told that I could probably manage the diabetes through diet and exercise alone and probably wouldn't need insulin shots or pills. BUT I did have to follow a VERY strict diet and calorie count.... and check my blood sugar levels at least 4 specific times a day (insert whiny face). It was TOUGH!!! I totally have a new found respect with anyone with diabetes. I got a teeny tiny glimpse into your world for a very short time.... so I know it doesn't really cound- but I still feel so bad for you!!! I pretty much starved myself for the first few days bc I had no idea what to eat and I really didn't want bad readings.... and lets be honest..... ALL I wanted was carbs!!! and I hated meat and eggs and the word "protein". SOL! I soon figured out (with the help for my specialist) a few things I could eat and got the hang of meals- and carb counting- and I didn't gain a million pounds which was nice. I HATED pricking my finger (I said this whole pregnancy I would rather get my blood drawn a thousand times than to prick my finger. Why does that tiny needle hurt soooooo bad?!). Erik was decent at it and would always do it for me if he was home. But there were at least 2 readings every day that I would have to do myself. And it was the worst!! Especially the one when I first woke up because my hands would be so swollen and I couldn't get myself to bleed so it was take about 13-14 pricks before I could get an accurate reading. Yeah... it sucked!! But after a few weeks I finally started getting the hang of it all and kept reminding myself it could all be MUCH worse!!<br />
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Pre-eclampsia:<br />
Unfortunately- this one was not a scare either. At 35 weeks I was showing signs of pre-eclampsia and was hospitalized over night. I was on strict bed rest to try to allow our sweet girl to grow and develop a little more. At 36 weeks it turned into severe preeclampsia. Again, another long, detailed post to come on this soon!!<br />
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It was a crazy one!! I wasn't lying! But I'd do it ALL over again in a heartbeat for our sweet girl!! Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-66024739480340180522014-11-18T00:02:00.000-08:002014-11-18T00:12:17.698-08:00Watch this bump grow.... AGAIN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
If anyone knows me.... You know I am obsessed with pictures and documenting, I love being pregnant, and I love baby bumps. (I know.... I'm weird!! I'm very aware of this.) Hence the blog posts of my bumps come about. This is round two... sweet Hadley growing in my belly :)</div>
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We had been trying for this little sweet pea. I REALLY didn't think were getting pregnant in December and we had kind of decided to just put it off until the new year and just enjoy the holidays. </div>
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Christmas day: I felt normal and awesome all morning. By the afternoon I had a HORRIBLE headache. And by that night I hated life! I felt like I was on those stinking teacups (you know... the ride at amusement parks where you spin and spin and spin some more until you are sick? yeah,... I hate those things!!) and everything was spinning even when I was laying down, and I was beyond nauseous! I went to bed early and thought I had caught a bug. *Remember- I did not get sick with Collin at all so I wouldn't even know what morning sickness felt like*. I did have a slight thought that that's what it could have been and found myself googling how fast you could feel morning sickness- then pushed the thought aside thinking there was NO WAY it would hit me that soon.</div>
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The entire next week I felt pretty horrible. Headaches, nausea, fatigue. I knew it was just a bug but still took a couple pregnancy tests that week in hopes that's what it was- all came back negative. </div>
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New Years Day: my belly was poking out (no joke!) and I LOOKED pregnant. Granted- I would have only been like 4 weeks and you are NOT suppose to be "showing" that soon. I think I was just bloated from all the holiday food but hey- I had one test left in my box and decided to take it while everyone was down stairs chillin' out and Collin was napping. Welp- we all know what the final result was there.</div>
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We were all so so SOOOOOO excited!! But yes- I knew exactly how this 1st trimester was going to go. NOTHING like my first pregnancy.</div>
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Pretty much from day one- the 1st trimester was a lot rougher this go around. I never felt "great" but weeks 7-11 were by far the worst!. It was a task for me to move from my bed to the couch... and yes, I had a 1.5 year old. That doesn't mix. But thank heavens for an AWESOME little boy who loves watching movies and reading books.... and we got creative with play time (our favorite thing to do was for me to shoot darts and he would giggle and go fetch them and bring them back to me.... and that would go on for hours. <i>what?! you treated your toddler like a dog?</i> Why yes, yes I did.). And also- thank goodness for an awesome hubby! He worked, cleaned the house, made dinner, and took care of Collin once he got home at 3 those 4 weeks. Yep- he is AWESOME! And yep- I felt like the worst mom and wife... and so worthless! But we made it through those rough weeks!</div>
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My cravings were also opposite. With Collin I wanted fruit- and lots of it. This time I wanted salty- I could have eaten an entire tub of pub mix and a box of white cheddar cheez-its every.single.day!!! mmmmm!!!! Jolly ranchers saved my life (helped with the nausea some how? don't ask.)</div>
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Also- weight gain was opposite. My first pregnancy I lost 15lbs. Yeah---- def didn't lose ANYTHING this time! My uterus recognized those hormones and expanded RIGHT away! </div>
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I was back to feeling great.. and remembered why I love being pregnant. This trimester was actually very similar in both pregnancies. Energy was back up.... belly started to slowly form into a baby bump rather than a beer-belly-look-a-like... we found out we were having a GIRL!!.... felt baby move (she was a gymnast!!), AND did I mention I was not sick at all? Man.... I love this trimester!</div>
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Food cravings were cereal and rocky road ice cream!! Mmmmm!! Lucky charms!! Mmmm! Cinnamon toast crunch!</div>
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(20 weeks- it's a girl!!)</div>
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This was a crazy/blurry/whirlwind of a trimester. I honestly don't remember much of this triemester... and it was cut early as I delivered our sweet pea at 36 weeks. For the most part (minus the last week) I felt good. Still loved being pregnant, still had a tiny bit of energy. Enough anyway. By 7 I was in the bath and "done" for the day. Round ligament pain was in full effect! Back pain... and peeing every 10 seconds were also on the agenda for this trimester (seriously- up at least 7 times a night using the bathroom)... but for the most part, it wasn't bad at all! </div>
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Food cravings...... fruity and gummy. Definitely sugary junk food is what I craved! I did have gestational diabetes (more coming on that) so I had to be very careful with my diet and most of my cravings were never satisfied (insert sad face). However, I did only gain about 6lbs this trimester where I would have most likely gained like 30 if I wasn't counting carbs... so for that I am grateful! But man.... give me a freaking doughnut!! </div>
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Aw: sweet Hadley girl grew like a champ, these last few weeks... am I right?!?</div>
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(34 weeks- maternity pictures from the awesome Kayla Kitt's Photography)</div>
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(36 weeks- the day I went to the hospital to have our sweet girl!)</div>
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Welp- there it is! Baby Girl Fitz's journey and transformation in my bellay! A fast post for a fast pregnancy! I love being pregnant and everything about pregnancy fascinates me. I mean, like..... what??!! Seriously, think about it? It's nuts! I legit made a real human (well- with Erik's help, of course)... with a complex brain, a beating heart, and other vital organs!! Crazy! I love feeling baby moving inside me... I love Erik's eyes light up every time he felt her kick, I love knowing she was ALWAYS with me. I am so, so, soooooo grateful I get to experience all of this! It was ALL equally as amazing, exciting, and life changing the second time around! </div>
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<br />Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-66196043688084248652014-05-15T09:26:00.000-07:002014-05-15T09:26:00.313-07:0010 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU!1.) I love that we can leave the past in the past (but still constantly smile at all the many incredible memories we have), that we can live for and enjoy the present, and that we can dream together about our future. I love that we share the same hopes, dreams, and goals for each other and our family!<br />
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2.) I love that you still give me butterflies EVERY single day. I love that you constantly send me the sweetest texts all day long that make me giddy like a little school girl. I love that you never forget to kiss me good bye and tell me you love me (even at 5:30am). And I love that my heart literally feels like it's in my throat every time you walk through that door!<br />
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3.) I love that you are the hardest worker I know. You are so determined and want nothing less than the best for your family! You may take the longer road to get there..... but it is that path that you know will provide the best future for your family so you tough it out and never complain. Petroleum Engineering is one of the hardest degrees out there and you have worked your booty off for that degree and for your career path. <br />
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4.) I love that you are the best husband! You are always there to listen, to take care of me---- make sure I've been drinking plenty of water, asking how I'm feeling, drawing me my bath because you know they are my favorite---- you aren't afraid to do dishes or laundry (how lucky am I??) and help around the house even after you have been gone all day working! You are so sweet to me and treat me like I'm the only woman in this world. You always make me feel so special!<br />
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5.) I love that you are the best daddy in the world!!! You are so amazing with Collin! Excited to change diapers, give baths, wake up in the mornings with him, comfort him when he is sad. Not to mention...... throw balls to (at) him, take him outside to run around and drive his hot wheel, take him swimming and on new adventures, etc. I love your face when you come home and see that little boy running full speed into your arms. Melts my heart! And I love that you talk to our sweet girl, that you fall asleep with your hand across my belly every night, and that your eyes get HUGE with excitement every time you feel her move.<br />
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6.) I love that you are hilarious!!! You are constantly making me laugh until I cry.... or pee my pants a little! haha. You are so much fun to be around and there is never a dull moment with you!!<br />
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7.) I love that you HATE to fight. Literally drives you crazy. Legit.... crazy!! You have FINALLY learned that you just don't talk to me when I am mad. But you can't stand it..... you pace back and forth outside our room and come in every few minutes to ask "if we can talk yet". I love that you care. I love that you NEED to talk it out.<br />
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8.) I love that you are truly my best friend! I want to spend every single second of every single day with you! I love being around you. I love that we can talk about anything and everything. Even on our long road trips that we love taking.... there is never a silent/awkward moment (even if we have reminisced and laughed about the same memories 27 times over our 8 years together). We are always having fun, always looking for new adventures together, always (okay, not always.... but close) enjoying each other company, always supporting each other and routing for each other, always sharing our deepest and darkest secrets with each other, and always looking for reasons to laugh together.<br />
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9.) I love that you chose me to spend forever with!! To be your wife, your co-parent, your best friend, and your life partner. Lets be honest...... ridiculous good looking, smart, hard working, dedicated, family man, funny, great communicator, ambitious, amazing..... you definitely had your pick! I'm so glad you picked me, that you fought for me for all those crazy years, and that you have loved me like nobody has..... given me a love that I could not have even imagined in my wildest dreams. I love, love, love that I get to spend forever with you by my side! I am the luckiest!!!<br />
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10.) I love that you are YOU! You are incredible, Mr. Fitzgerald!! They don't get much better than you! Always be you. Always be amazing. I love you so much!!<br />
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Happy 4 years!!!Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-10585580290443104592014-04-21T21:22:00.001-07:002014-04-22T08:25:20.592-07:00Our beautiful Bloomfield home <div class="" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">With that being said..... everything is still up in the air! This home has the potential to be a permanent home (we would love for it to be.... but there are still lots of pending factors). And even if it is not, it is definitely a home we will always remember and a home we will be basing our ideas from if we ever have an opportunity to build a custom home!! I love everything about this house. So I'll stop writing and let you enjoy it all via pictures (p.s. I'm horrible at taking pictures and I feel my skills do not give this gorgeous home justice- so just come visit us and see it in person- but at least you have an idea!)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Our open living room....</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">With a gorgeous wood burning fireplace.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And it then opens up into another room that we use as Collin's toy room (I thought I would hate having a toy room out in the open but I actually love it!)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It also opens up into our dining room</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvwUUUMCKR3lhkWKE2NhoQvPxIy-vs4yYiEOQ9-j4LQUvgihmKY8CCixLXlAVxExlgztGyf4S0ZQTNiGcecvk8fFiyfQ6Gbq5VV7deSWp3sw4CEs_INqNQTVeFda6JjuWDLGOdQhMNVDe/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvwUUUMCKR3lhkWKE2NhoQvPxIy-vs4yYiEOQ9-j4LQUvgihmKY8CCixLXlAVxExlgztGyf4S0ZQTNiGcecvk8fFiyfQ6Gbq5VV7deSWp3sw4CEs_INqNQTVeFda6JjuWDLGOdQhMNVDe/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then into the kitchen!! I love, love love the kitchen!!!</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhhlJn8XbQ2ZeAewlkSQML4Ab0jFfmPWQN0EWmxOXhWj55xgm_UCOyXUTtb3G3cTwKle0Ym8aZTVwxlyQcG2Irt5IeazdkkSLTql2ARgYwQnyQBeQJPQn9Ak4mIyEB_AlChQUh7SDI8bK/s1600/IMG_2620.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhhlJn8XbQ2ZeAewlkSQML4Ab0jFfmPWQN0EWmxOXhWj55xgm_UCOyXUTtb3G3cTwKle0Ym8aZTVwxlyQcG2Irt5IeazdkkSLTql2ARgYwQnyQBeQJPQn9Ak4mIyEB_AlChQUh7SDI8bK/s1600/IMG_2620.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I love the detail in this kitchen.... from the gorgeous custom cabinets and granite counter tops, to the cute chalk board inside the pantry for grocery lists or meal plans, to the built in spice racks, and the awesome wine rack and wine cooler (for our purposes it is a juice and pop cooler... but still awesome!).</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmTQgBajac5ZKvGLcOelg3wOv4vxHFJ-o7wjumcr5_EUH0LJp1l8ZDgJHiyA34fxTlYaOmVq7GCvMKVqSImx8SubDJmdlPiZDRn6b03OVAzkrVEKdkWICXWutPAeVnCVpv9SDwTiso7K7/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmTQgBajac5ZKvGLcOelg3wOv4vxHFJ-o7wjumcr5_EUH0LJp1l8ZDgJHiyA34fxTlYaOmVq7GCvMKVqSImx8SubDJmdlPiZDRn6b03OVAzkrVEKdkWICXWutPAeVnCVpv9SDwTiso7K7/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moving on.... right off from the entryway is the office. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> And off to the other side is a hallway with a guest bathroom.</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGIeYEM0-5YlSrtjK4NzCCI_RqMvCv2MMoL26sheRizGWdgjPrwXzMsUQrvQLcdFyBS94GCE_MLy-Sz9nR-9FeviUa0UXg_EUl1fyTpdd0TdbFDHajV8Zk8bTOdgYUAxl8vghele_Ri9n/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGIeYEM0-5YlSrtjK4NzCCI_RqMvCv2MMoL26sheRizGWdgjPrwXzMsUQrvQLcdFyBS94GCE_MLy-Sz9nR-9FeviUa0UXg_EUl1fyTpdd0TdbFDHajV8Zk8bTOdgYUAxl8vghele_Ri9n/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Again, with the detail! I'm obsessed with this sink.</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_R_bt8nq8ZSBlToq0pJ7fP1qcfno0Dbt5TqAuC5q7HUkktklQ2hlu1QI1EyjvmxJbVwL7pKy4aUs2CTNdXshATcpwZShObpe10sTG_Ay1ArzvlkQ81BiwuFb-Gc5RZjutosfrOsZ0RhE/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_R_bt8nq8ZSBlToq0pJ7fP1qcfno0Dbt5TqAuC5q7HUkktklQ2hlu1QI1EyjvmxJbVwL7pKy4aUs2CTNdXshATcpwZShObpe10sTG_Ay1ArzvlkQ81BiwuFb-Gc5RZjutosfrOsZ0RhE/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> And down that hall we have our guest bedroom (come on.... I know you want to come stay with us!!)</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY4Ga_Uc0WHv69WnarCGlSL7eR9ecqDFBTVNghefbSnGcG5iz59OJAK_Edq_K4_oP0LBwYiwa9i-K7g8bqnBPawyXsxt4Oiuu-OT-ayVBLNVsy5SokkZ5NK0wmGKVszV2BWzpGlsQ_gUR/s1600/IMG_2787.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY4Ga_Uc0WHv69WnarCGlSL7eR9ecqDFBTVNghefbSnGcG5iz59OJAK_Edq_K4_oP0LBwYiwa9i-K7g8bqnBPawyXsxt4Oiuu-OT-ayVBLNVsy5SokkZ5NK0wmGKVszV2BWzpGlsQ_gUR/s1600/IMG_2787.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The guest bedroom has a nice big walk in closet, this vanity.... and access to the jack and jill bathroom (love the jack and jill bathrooms!!)</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauRX_OLf83-14ebJpDfUp0LabQTYcAbFMc3KT4szTIhxhfKh7m7sAh7Q6jhmuBSH6gHuDRHMzD8WnSQOjkbxruygcwp2PRXXJ0n2kxn_G-nG48vGacOYVY42vOF1iwFwkZcW_Jy8caw9z/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauRX_OLf83-14ebJpDfUp0LabQTYcAbFMc3KT4szTIhxhfKh7m7sAh7Q6jhmuBSH6gHuDRHMzD8WnSQOjkbxruygcwp2PRXXJ0n2kxn_G-nG48vGacOYVY42vOF1iwFwkZcW_Jy8caw9z/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> And here is the view from the opposite side of the j&j bathroom..... Little man's side!!</span></div>
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<a class="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMGXZXi1Jnu9265e3WU-JEZgwkKam3Rd6fli6LP-cI6G3C5DHOGEEtU4W07lr3AaOSGx353fT3wLJRlOI9stvGHoCwVuGMcBvVYCDQF0D0Rwe_dFiMxd8-IVUx3oM4f5as4sH7kl8h0Kn/s1600/IMG_2653.JPG" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" class="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMGXZXi1Jnu9265e3WU-JEZgwkKam3Rd6fli6LP-cI6G3C5DHOGEEtU4W07lr3AaOSGx353fT3wLJRlOI9stvGHoCwVuGMcBvVYCDQF0D0Rwe_dFiMxd8-IVUx3oM4f5as4sH7kl8h0Kn/s1600/IMG_2653.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Both have good size closets and tons of shelving (again, not shown through my pictures).</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> And Collin's cute room!!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On the opposite side of the house (off of the kitchen)...... we have our master bedroom! It is huge! It makes our furniture look tiny lol. But I love how open and huge it is (we WILL have a king size one day!!)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> And here we have our master bedroom (perhaps my favorite room in the whole house!!). The make-up vanity, the counter tops, all the cabinets and space, THAT tub, and.....</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> this shower!! Oh.... this shower!! A huge, walk in.... double headed shower! Love love love!! It's hard to photograph.... but trust me...... it's freakin awesome! Erik and I are not fancy and don't NEED any of the fancy things this home has (although we definitely love and appreciate it all), but we have both said this is the one thing we love and it would be hard to go back to a "normal" shower after being spoiled with this guy.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> off the bathroom we have our walk in closet.....</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> that leads to the laundry room (genius?? I think so!!).</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Love the big folding table and the built in laundry hampers (this lady does pinterest doesn't she?? She seriously thought of everything!!)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">From the laundry room, you are guided out to the back hallway. Which has another HUGE closet that we use to store brooms, mops, vacuum, and it has tons of shelving for all our cleaner..... and then a door to the 3 and 1/2 car garage. It is also massive and probably Erik's favorite space of the house (I don't even have a picture of it... oops.) </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">From the built in surround sound throughout the entire house (including the garage and back patio), the crazy details in even the lighting and electrical work, the details and molding in all the ceilings, anti-slam drawers, cordless blinds, all the closet/shelving/cabinet space.... there is not any wasted space in this house, plus all the other details I've already pointed house.... This house is custom-ed to the T! And I love how open everything is! The home owners and the builders did an amazing job with this house!!! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I don't feel comfortable posting a picture of the front of our house..... but just to give you an idea of the style:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We are located on 1.5 acres. It's pretty much just all grass (which we LOVE!) and they have this cute playground/swing set.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> There is pastures every which way your look from our property. We are VERY country out here! This is our view from the back of the house. Gorgeous?? I think so!! I love sitting outside and watching all the horse run.... and behind the horse pasture is the San Juan River. There is tons of wild life back here and it is not unusual to see an entire family of deer on the back side of these pastures (tonight I watched our neighbors cow clean her brand new baby behind one of the trees... I didn't watch her give birth- thank goodness- but our neighbor said it had just happened). It is so quiet, peaceful, and gorgeous! Water just came in to the irrigation ditch last week so I'm excited to see it all green and even more beautiful! We love living in the country... we love all the space..... sugar is in heaven out here! And so is Collin!! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> So.... there you have it!! Our beautiful Bloomfield home!!</span></div>
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Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-21175415960703975122013-07-23T16:40:00.001-07:002013-07-23T16:40:59.267-07:00A baby story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Thanks to my insomnia- I found myself spending hours (at like 1am) reading old blog posts from our blog, and my sister's blog the past few nights. I LOVED having such detailed stories from some of our favorite memories!! It reminded me of just how important blogging/keeping a journal is to me and I am determined to start back up!!! Before I start with what is going on in our lives NOW.... I think it is pretty important to share this one story:</div>
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Dun da da dun......... 13 and 1/2 months later, Collin is now making his BIG debut on our blog!!! World's worst mom...... or worst blogger??? I'm hoping, blogger. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**Warning** I'm a pre nursing major- health care folks love the detail.... every dirty bit of it. There is not much of a filter here and I don't know what "TMI" means. This is the story of Collin's big entrance into this crazy world..... AKA a birthing story (hence the title). If you think it's nasty/creepy- I won't hate you if you stop reading here. But for all you freaks (like me) who love the movie "In the Womb" and watch "A Baby Story" for fun- here is our story (minus the graphic pictures-you're welcome)!</span></div>
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As most of you know, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia at 35 week, and was put of strict bed rest. On June 8th (at 37.5 weeks), I went to the clinic to drop of my 24 hour urine sample. After getting my vitals taken, I was hospitalized and put on strong medication to get rid of a headache and lower my blood pressure (I did a huge, LONG, very detailed post <a href="http://erikandkimber.blogspot.com/2012/10/pre-eclampsia-and-bed-rest.html" target="_blank">here</a> so if you are interested.... check that out, but I will spare the details on this post). </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Friday, June 8th</b></span></div>
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While still completely drugged up on morphine...... our midwife came into our room to turn off the alarms sounding for my abnormal vitals..... and told us then that our entire "medical team" agrees- it was time to induce. I couldn't tell you what she said..... I can't even remember her standing there- but I remember thinking "it's time" and looking over at Erik and thinking everything was going to be okay and I was soooooo excited to finally meet our son. He squeezed my hand to let me know he was thinking the exact same thing, then kissed my forehead and told me he loved me. Our midwife then (I honestly don't remember), inserted the first round of dinoprostone to soften the cervix. Erik said it was immediately after this that I FINALLY allowed myself to relax and go to sleep (I had put up a good fight since 6:45pm when I got morphine pushed in my IV and kept screaming "I'm going to pass out!!!").</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Saturday, June 9th</b></span></div>
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Danielle (our midwife) came in to give me the second round dinoprostone and told me I was about 3.5cm dilated. I was perfectly fine at this point (I knew what was going on and can remember this part of the night)..... the drugs had worn off, and I could see straight and could actually form words. I spent a good 10-15 minutes talking with Danielle, who was still shocked and mortified about how the night went with me, and got a clearer understanding of exactly what happened and how serious this all was. I assured her that I was feeling much better and knew everything was going to be okay. She had been in the clinic since 7:30AM (coming on from a long night shift at the hospital the previous night), and came straight to the hospital to be with us after here shift ended there. It was now nearly 4AM and she looked completely drained. I told her how much I appreciated her, even getting a little emotional.... and told her to go home and get some sleep. After being up for nearly 36 hours straight..... she said "ok". She squeezed my hand, letting out some of the same emotion I did.... and said she will be checking in every hour and the nurses know to call her with any update. I truly felt the love/care/compassion Danielle had for Erik, myself, and baby Fitz- and that is EXACTLY why I will always have a midwife during all my pregnancies. She said "good luck" and "you'll do great"..... Erik and I said "thank you so much!!" a thousand times over, and were left alone feeling nothing but peace and comfort. In fact, we fell fast asleep for the rest of the night (minus the tech coming in every hour to draw my blood)!</div>
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Erik and I both slowly woke up.... talked about the night before (Erik admitted that he was scared out of his mind..... but then quickly started making fun of me for how I was acting drugged out of my mind). It was a fun morning.... and I felt great. The monitors showed that I was having lots of contracts and Erik would stare and the machines and yell "whoa!!! Did you feel that one??" And would just laugh and was totally overcome with excitement. We made sure all our paper work was complete (Erik had signed off on it all the night before- yes to an epidural, yes to doing whatever was medically necessary for mom and baby in case of complications..... Erik hated that question- mom or baby first??), I got more blood work done, and we even watched some silly morning talk show. </div>
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They moved us into a different room.... it was HUGE!! And private :). We kind of felt like big deals. They told us it was because some of the machines were not working properly in our other room (which we were content in).... but we later found out this was the room for "high risk" pregnancies because they expect lots of doctors and a lot of commotion going on with these deliveries (thanks for not telling me this before). </div>
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Immediately, our nurse hooked up the Pitocin to my IV (I was dilated to a 4 at this point) and told us she was only doing a small "drip" (the smallest dose possible). Her reasoning for this was because they wanted me to have a very slow and stress free labor..... basically they could not create any more stress because they could not allow my blood pressure to go up much higher..... and with pain comes the stress. She told us I would probably not have the baby for a few days and it is a very long and slow process so to try to get some more sleep. It made sense- but really?? Days?????</div>
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15 minutes after the slow pitocin drips started..... Contractions came HARD and FAST!!!!!!!! I was lying about feeling contractions the past few weeks!!! Holy crap!!!!!! These are what real contractions were.... and they were coming one after another!!! A few minutes after these horrible death cramps started..... I felt wet under the sheets. I told Erik in between breaths- I think I just peed myself, or my water just broke..... either way, I want to go to the bathroom (are you feeling me, ladies??). Call the nurse! Erik, who does not do well in high stress situations, fumbles to call the nurse.... is freaking out.... and once the nurse answers he says "oh hi.... um, I think Kimber just peed her pants or something. Or maybe her water broke- can she go to the bathroom? What do I do with all the cords she is hooked up to? Ok, Thank you!" I was in sooooo much pain, I didn't even realized that the man didn't even tell the nurse to come down!! Or let her know I was in HORRIBLE pain!! Or to let her know this was even remotely serious!! </div>
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This cute man FINALLY gets me to the bathroom..... I peed so much that I literally thought I was going to over flow the toilet- yep..... I'm pretty certain my water has completely broke!! Then.... blood!!! Okay.... I can feel the blood pressure going up by the second. Lost the mucus plug. Contractions are still coming hard and fast... not leaving me much time to "breathe" in between. I am in so much pain.... do I stand up? sit down? do I need to go to the bathroom?? what the heck?!?! It was horrible...... and painful!!! And Erik was just as big of a mess as me!!! He was running back and forth trying to help me up, sit me down... trying to take off my gown.... trying to find a clean one. It was a LOOOONGGG 3-4 minutes. And then....... again, it all went blurry. I know what will make me feel good.... I just need to lay down on the bathroom floor, covered in nasty fluids and blood (aka- pretty much black out). Erik was in a full on panic/anxiety attack at this point and literally couldn't even think of what to do.... luckily, the nurse came in "to check on us" right at that moment. She FLIPPED out!!! "What are you guys doing???" "Why is she on the floor??" "What happened?????" "I just left you guys!!" "We need that baby on the monitor now!" "Help me get her into bed NOW- don't worry about the mess or her clothes." She ran out the door, only to return with the anesthesiologist seconds later (I guess they always have one out side the "high risk" doors). The nurse and Erik got me on the edge of the bed while the anesthesiologist prepped for the epidural and reminded me again and again of the risks that could happened if I moved at all while he was putting it in. As terrified as I was to get an epidural..... I was in soooooo much pain, that I didn't even care. Erik sat in a chair right in front of me- I had my feet on his knees, he was holding my hands and had his forehead pressed against mine. He looked into my eyes to calm me down, to remind me over and over again "you can't move, Kimber!" "It's going to be okay.... the pain will be gone in a second." Honestly.... I couldn't even think of the HUGE needle going into my spine.... I had to just concentrate on getting though the HUGE contractions that were coming none stop and try not to budge a muscle during that. The anesthesiologist told us it would take about 15 minutes to get everything in- but after a few minutes I could already feel the pain start to decrease and my blood pressure started to go down (the nurse stayed in watching the blood pressure the entire time). </div>
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Wow! That was a LONG and excited 15 minutes, right?? (So much for a slow.... stress free labor!!!) Before the anesthesiologist could even pack up his stuff- I couldn't feel a thing!!! My legs felt a little weird- but I couldn't feel contractions (my nurse told me when I was sitting back in bed that I was having a huge one and I literally just smiled), I was relaxed..... and happy as could be. My blood pressure was lower than it had been in days, and I was dilated to a 5. The nurse changed my sheets, and cleaned me up... I got a catheter put in.... and then the nurse brought me in a big birth ball to put in between my knees.... and I took a nice long nap with the love of my life next to me (whew! It had been an intense few minutes there.... and it was crazy how fast it all settled down).</div>
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Erik and I had been sleeping, watching movies, talking.... LAUGHING for the past 4 hours. It was crazy to think that I was in "active labor". It was so peaceful.... so relaxing.... so stress free and pain free. AMAZING!!! Epidurals are my new best friend. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I know there are many of you who are completely against any kind of drugs during labor- props to you. I have a lot of respect for you- and I hope you respect my views as well. I have taken nursing seminar classes on labor and delivery- I have seen complete natural births, home births, water births, and births where epidural or other pain relieving medicine is used. Personally, I have done my own research and I am pro epidurals and knew that well before getting pregnant. And if you ask me if I could do it all over again, would I use it- and my answer is HECK YES!!!!)</span> . Anyways..... The nurses were in and out of our room all day and I was dilating according to the 1cm/hour rule. When they came in at 4, we knew we had to be close, but when she said "you are fully dilated! You can start pushing whenever you would like," I was in shock and just not ready!! I literally didn't feel anything.... definitely no "pressure" like they kept talking about so I said I would wait.</div>
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The nurse came in and asked if I at least wanted to "practice" pushing and see what happens. I said "sure.... why not??" I basically just mimicked what she was doing and put my chin to my chest and held my breath while her and Erik held my legs. I didn't know what I was doing.... In fact, I was convinced that I wasn't doing anything!! It was the first time (surprisingly) that I felt slightly uncomfortable. My family had shown up and was in the waiting room- so I asked if we could take a break after about 20 minutes of holding my breath and pretend like I was actually doing something productive. </div>
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My family came in bearing gifts and just looked at me weird. Haha! I love them! We talked and laughed some more- and I literally did not feel like I was about to have a child!</div>
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My nurse came in and said I should start pushing again. My family said goodbye (I only wanted Erik in the room- and they were very okay with that)- and went across the street for a birthday dinner for my dad. They said to call when the baby was here. I started "pushing" immediately after they left. My nurse was AWESOME and so patient with me. Again, I still didn't know what I was doing... and still couldn't really feel the pressure that she kept talking about. She told me to push like I was going to the bathroom.... well, if any of you know my husband..... he is slightly immature in this area and kept laughing and saying "I can't wait until you poop yourself!! I will never let you live it down." Um..... really dude??? That is motivation right there.... not!! </div>
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Still no baby!!! After well over an hour of "pushing", counting through the pushes, telling stories about our personal lives in between the pushes (I got the nurses entire love life, nursing school experience, and lots of fun stories of her kids- all while she sat at the end of my bed massaging the birth canal to "keep in loose"- AWKWARD!!! But whatever.....) we were all getting impatient and kind of annoyed. Collin had been in the birth canal (she had been able to feel his head and could tell he had lots of hair) for hours, my epidural was pretty much gone (I no longer needed them to help me lift my legs when I pushed), and although I still felt great and baby Fitz still had a strong heart beat.... I knew I just wanted to meet my baby already!!! Our midwife who was going to deliver me came in to see my progress because she had 3 patients who were almost ready to deliver so she was seeing "who was going to be first... or who was going to have to wait."</div>
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Turning this into a competition.... and knowing that I would have to wait if I couldn't push this baby out SOON gave me a whole knew determination. Suddenly, I didn't care about what Erik was joking about earlier (which, I didn't do! In case you were wondering lol). </div>
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Here was Erik right at this point as they were preparing for delivery and the NICU nurses were in there with all their stuff ready to take baby Fitz who was coming a few weeks early. </div>
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And here I am right before the final push- yikes!!</div>
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I pushed as hard as a could when they gave me the "okay"- after only two of those big pushes I was crowning and from the look on Erik face- I knew I was close!!! At this point I could feel EVERYTHING as my epidural had completely worn off and I didn't want any extra doses throughout the day. As most of you know (or as you can imagine)- this was not a pleasant feeling.... I didn't even want to "take a brake to breathe"! Before they could even ask if I wanted a break after that second push, or start the counting for the next push.... I had grabbed onto my own legs and pushed with everything I had- I think even sounding like those dudes in the gym who moans and groans so everyone looks at them to see how much weight they are lifting and hard they are working- and ta da!!!!!!</div>
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Baby Fitz made his grand entrance into this crazy world!! It was the most amazing feeling in the world to see that tiny human come up over the sheets.... to know that was our baby! The overwhelming emotions of instant love, excitement, happiness, joy...... I don't know.... the feeling is honestly indescribable, but most definitely unforgettable!! As you can see, he came up on my chest crying (Erik and I both joined in on the tears as we examined our perfect baby and kissed him all over the place)..... and shortly after his eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he turned blue. Terrifying?? Of course!!! The nurses quickly took him from us and put him on oxygen. I think baby Fitz just wanted to give us a taste, right out of the gates, on what it is like to truly worry about your children. Erik gave me a long kiss.... I think we both said a silent prayer with each other at that moment- then he went over to the other side of the room to be with his son and to make sure all was well. </div>
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Baby Fitz (still nameless at this point) only had to be on oxygen for a few minutes (a long few minutes.... but a few, none the less). He got his shots, got cleaned up...... and was as healthy as could be. He weighed in at 6lbs 11oz, and 19 and 1/4 inches long.</div>
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I was anxious to be with my baby, and kept looking over and getting the thumbs up from my cute hubby who was literally smiling ear to ear with tears running down his face. I knew all was well and that my life just became so much more whole and full of purpose! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(side story: Erik was going back and forth between the baby and I to make sure we were both okay. He didn't realize that there was a 3rd stage of delivery. As I was delivering my placenta he was at my side talking about our son and how cute he was.... and all of the sudden looked down to see, as he describes it, "a pool.... just a pool of blood!!!" and he almost went down! We was a champ during the whole delivery, but that made him almost lose it.... the midwife looked up at him and smiled and said "why don't you go check on your son".... and Erik nodded, still wide-eyed, as he walked away like he had been scarred for life! haha)</span></div>
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And finally..... I was cleaned up, the baby was swaddled... and we were reunited, the three musketeers!</div>
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My family all came in from the waiting room and were so anxious to meet baby Fitz!! We got lots of "what took you sooo long!!"</div>
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One of my other favorite moments was when my dad got to meat his first grandson..... who he now shares his birthday with :)</div>
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Soon after, the labor and delivery staff came in to say "congrats" and "see you later"..... wait, what?? We were soon cleaning up our room and packing up to be wheeled up to the postpartum floor of the hospital (fancy right?? that's what you get when you deliver in a women's hospital).</div>
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I honestly felt great!! I was literally in pain for maybe 20 minutes total during this whole process (the 15 minutes before the epidural and the last 5 minutes right before he came). I could stand up and walk right away as my epidural had worn off. I didn't have any complications with delivery (I didn't rip or tear at all and could pee without any pain.... which was one of my biggest fears- I have heard horror stories about that shenanigans!). I had to continue getting my vitals taken and my blood drawn but I was good! I had a burst of energy and was ready to party!! So my awesome sisters went and got some cards and Dion's pizza (mmmmm!!!!) and came to party in our room at like 10pm (another perk of our awesome hospital- no such thing as visiting hours). </div>
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We spent a lot of time that night trying to breastfeed.... practiced our swaddling techniques.... changed diapers.... and helped give him his first bath. </div>
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There is no such thing as "nurseries" at our hospital- which I loved- so we were basically doing it all with him.... just like we would at home. But of course if we needed anything or had any questions, the nurses were always right there and so sweet and ready to help..... always asking if they wanted us to take him and rock him at the nurses station so we could get some sleep- um.... nope!! I want to spend every single second with this cute boy!</div>
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We even finally decided to name him that first night. He was "Noah" for the first few hours.... which we both loved the name Noah. But we also both loved the name Collin. We went back and forth with it all evening... I was leaning more towards Noah, and he was pushing more for Collin but we both said "we don't care". When it came time to write out his card and they asked what his name was- Erik looked at me and said "I REALLY want our son to be named Collin." After the past few days that I had had..... who wants to argue?? Besides.... Collin seemed perfect for little man :). We always knew his middle name would be Daniel, as that is Erik's middle name and his Dad's name. So- there we have it.....</div>
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COLLIN DANIEL FITZGERALD</div>
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He was perfect! He had TONS of dark hair. Blue, blue eyes. Huge hands and feet. We just stared at him for days..... how blessed we are!!</div>
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We stayed in the hospital for a few days because we were having some trouble breastfeeding. We soon got the hang of it, and we were finally released to come come around 5:45PM Monday (June 11th).</div>
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There you have it- the day that changed our lives FOREVER!!!!</div>
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We love you, little man!!!</div>
Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-79873330427574760662013-01-22T18:07:00.001-08:002013-01-22T22:01:45.444-08:00Home make over- Weeks one and two<b><span style="font-size: large;">Week 1: Entry way</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Would you even call this an entryway?? There is not much of an entryway here... when you walk in the front door it is one big room that is used for a living room/dining room/ entry way. Usually it was a little more spruced up with some holiday decor, but for the most part.... this is what you saw when you walked in our home-</span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div>
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I didn't hate it..... but I didn't love it. The painting had better uses (as it is the only semi large art work that I own), as did the table. My vision was a little different, but for the most part, I love the way it turned out-</div>
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I feel like the skinny bench was more fitting for this type of "entryway" and it actually really opened up the room.</div>
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My amazing husband spent a few nights building my the cute bench and that adorable coat hanger tree... I think he did awesome!! what do you think??</div>
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I have had some pictures frames I found on clearance at Kirklands last spring just laying around (we are talking like $2-$4 for even the big ones!). I thought they would be perfect for the entry area.</div>
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I also already had the mirror that was laying around (found it on clearance at hobby lobby for $9.99- got to love good deals!!)</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b>And if you know me- you know I am obsessed with quotes (and pictures)..... so had to add a cute vinyl board to pull it all together. </div>
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Over all- I spent $17 on wood for the bench and the coat hanger, and $7 on fabric and batting. Everything else I had just laying around. $23 total is not bad for this little makeover, right??</div>
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Here is my embarrassing before pictures. I could have at least shut the washer, right??</div>
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It was a mess!! There was detergent all over the washer, you couldn't find anything in the "cleaning supplies cabinet".... it was boring..... I hated it!!</div>
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Our laundry room is very narrow and small. Pretty much- all there is room for is a washer and dryer (I suppose that is all you really need, right?). I would love laundry hamper drawers.... or an awesome folding table- but not happening! There was not much room for an "extreme makeover" but think the few little things I did to this room added a ton!! </div>
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I added a few dollar store frames and little valentine decoration I had laying around (I go to the dollar store every few months and allow myself to spend $5 dollars on nonsense- I'm a fan of the dollar store and my purchases usually include picture frames, decorative rocks, seasonal decor, plastic containers, and fake flowers... I know, I'm strange. But I have found a use to almost every purchase I have made from that store!). I also added a three wick candle and word blocks (another favorite) that I already had.</div>
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There is not a ton of wall space that you actually see.... but for the little space I did have, I printed off a couple of little quotes. The cute one was a free printable I found <a href="http://apopofpretty.com/free-printable-artwork-endless-love-laundry-now-in-more-color-choices/free-printable-aqua-love-and-laundry-apopofprettydotcom/">here</a>. And the other one I made- I know, it's boring and ugly.... but it will work for now. I found these 8x10 frames the other day at walmart for $3. </div>
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And on the other wall- I added a key/mail rack that we had pick from Bed Bath & Beyond with a gift card we had ($9.99) and added a cute little decorative quote that someone gave us when we got married- "Family: today, tomorrow, and forever"</div>
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I also cleaned this guy!! I scrubbed this room from top to bottom- pulling out both machines to clean behind them, mopped the floors, cleaned the base boards, scrubbed both the washer and dryer, washed the walls and both doors, and organized the cabinets.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Side note: Who honestly has 8 decently full room spays?? Oops. And 3 of them are the same limited edition fall spray.... I think I bought one every time I went to the store in October. Maybe I thought they would be worth something someday since it said "limited edition"??</span></div>
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We spent about $16 on the shelving board and brackets, and $6 on the frames for the quotes. Total, this room makeover cost me $22!! Yahoo!! (Can you tell I am trying to keep it around $20 total each room/week... I'm doing decent so far!)</div>
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There it is!! Not much of a change to you, perhaps.... but it sure is a huge difference to us!! We almost always come in the garage door, so this is the first thing we see when we walk in the house and let me tell you.... it's much nicer walking into this than what it was before!! Thank you Crystal's Craft Spot for motivating me!!!</div>
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While this was all going on, I did not want to talk to anybody about it and was terrified. I appreciate all the texts, phone calls, emails, and facebook messages I received asking if I was okay and what was going on. I didn't say anything then.... but here it is now:</div>
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I was just over 34 and 1/2 weeks. Over the past few weeks we had been to South Carolina, finished another crazy semester with finals just the week before, taken our maternity picture, celebrated Rachelle's graduation, got away for a few days to celebrate our 2 year anniversary, started the baby's room, and was focused on working as much as possible (we both worked Wed-Sat nights because they were the busiest nights) and getting ready to bring home baby the following month! </div>
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<b>Friday, May 18</b><br />
We went to<b> </b>our bi-weekly appointment. I was feeling great! Couldn't believe I was nearly a month away from our due date already..... I felt energized, was not uncomfortable yet, and thought this pregnancy thing was way too easy. But because we had been so busy and constantly on the go, and a few people at work stopped me and asked if it was safe for me to be working so much that far along.... we asked our midwife if I should slow down? She took one look at me, my blood pressure (which was 110/65) and said "absolutely not. You are beyond healthy. Keep doing what you are doing. Exercising is the best thing for you.... especially swimming. You must just be one of those women whose body loves pregnancy. You go girl!"<br />
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<b> </b>We took our midwife's advice a little too far. Erik and I both jumped in my parents pool and swam lap after lap. Erik kept telling me, "Kimber, you are 8 months pregnant. Take a break. Don't feel bad if you can't swim a mile with me." I kept up with him and felt great... for a while. <br />
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A few hours later I felt extremely exhausted. That evening we had some friends over for some ice cream and a movie. I didnt want to tell anyone, but I did not feel good at all. I got horrible stomach pains and finally got up and went in our room. I sat in the bathroom and was just sweating one second, and would start shivering the next.... I was hyperventilating as I felt I could not catch my breath.... And the stomach pains kept coming.<br />
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I made it to my bed and thought... this is not good. Am I in labor?? I didn't think this could all be because I was stupid enough to push myself swimming that day. I thought about my health and anything that was abnormal the past few weeks: I stopped wearing my wedding ring because my fingers were too swollen, my feet would swell if i would sit at my parents high kitchen table (and after work, but that seemed normal), and sharp back pains that kept me up one or two nights that week.<br />
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Knowing one or two things from my many years of pre-nursing school, and my dad pounding it into my head that my mom had "toxemia" with her first pregnancy so to watch swelling, and monitor blood pressure (even giving us his blood pressure machine) because it is life-threatening and it scared him to death.<br />
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The light bulb went on.... I got just enough energy to get up and get the machine. Took my blood pressure... it came up 200/115. I thought, I'm pretty sure I would be dead or at least unconscious..... that cant be right. I took it again: 171/110. And again: 171/110. (For those of you who don't know.... your blood pressure should be 120/80. Anything over that is "hypertension" and anything over 140 on the top or 90 on the bottom- especially if you are pregnant- you should be in the hospital.)<br />
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I didn't want to scare Erik (he freaks out easily.... especially if it concerns me, and now ESPECIALLY if it concerns his son), and I didn't want to make a scene in front of our friends. I very calmly got the number to our midwife, told Erik to go in the room.... and he called our hospital. They told me to come in and thought I had an UTI. Really??? I have had a UTI before. This was NOT a UTI. I did not want to drive 30 minutes to go to the ER.... wait forever at midnight.... and there be nothing wrong.<br />
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We did not go. We also did not get any sleep and Erik took my blood pressure every few minutes throughout the whole night. It did go down a little bit....<br />
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<b>Tuesday May 22</b><br />
The next day Erik went to work and I went over to my mom's to do something. Everything was blurry as I was driving over there. When I told her what happened the night before, she said "get to your doctor." Knowing how stubborn I am, she said, "for your baby, please just stop by the walk in clinic here in town and ask them to check your vitals. Maybe your machine is off and it is misreading." I agreed, as I knew something was just not right and at 35 weeks pregnant, I couldn't risk it.<br />
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I went straight to the clinic to pay a bill, and said "can you guys just check my vitals really fast. I am 35 weeks pregnant and am just not feeling right." Within 10 minutes I was getting my blood pressure taken.... she took it multiple times on the machine, and then with her own cuff to listen for herself. She asked me multiple questions and looked terrified. I went into my room, but went out for a second to use the bathroom.... when I was out there, multiple nurses and doctors were in a circle outside my room talking about me. I immediately started to cry as I knew it was not good.... and I did not want to delivery my baby (boys especially.... as their lungs take longer to develop) this early. The doctor came in and started asking me more questions. Before I could even answer she interrupted me and said, "here is the deal, Kimber. This is serious. We have an ambulance on the way, you NEED to get to the hospital immediately. You are too advanced for us. Your numbers are scary and you are putting you and your baby at risk by even being here.... I don't even know why you came here. You need that baby on a monitor NOW, and you probably need to deliver him today. You are in labor.... that is what those sharp pains are...." She kept talking and I kept crying, but stopped listening. I was terrified. And I didn't want to go in an ambulance. I called my mom as the doc kept talking and she was there within minutes to take me up to the hospital. They were not happy I refused to go in the ambulance and made me even sign a paper saying I refused "medical advice" and the risks of doing that was "death to patient and baby".<br />
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My blood pressure kept going higher and higher with everyone in that small room, and hearing what everyone was saying. OUR midwife finally got there and ordered everyone to leave the room. She turned off the lights, laid me on my side, and talked to me about other stuff. She was shocked, stressed, and in disbelieve that my condition changed and took a turn for the worse so quickly.... but she knew she had to keep me calm, get my blood pressure under control, and avoid inducing me if at all possible.</div>
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After 5 hours of monitoring baby and I..... my blood pressure was under control if I stayed laying down, and all tests came back "good enough". Baby Fitz looked great and remained healthy... in fact I don't even think he knew what all the commotion and stress was about (that's all I really cared about). We were finally given the okay to go home under strict guidelines. I was ordered to strict bed rest...... the kind where you have to be FLAT on your back at all time except I could get up to use the restroom and to bathe myself. I remember looking at our midwife like she was crazy to think I was going to be compliant with those orders. She, who was usually very easy going and funny, looked at me very stern and told me it was critical that I follow these rules and that I do all I can to keep the baby in until at least 37 weeks. She then talked to Erik privately (who was grateful I was okay, but slightly bummed he was not getting to meat his son that night) and told him how important keeping my blood pressure down was and he was responsible in helping me get through the dreadful bed rest. She told him my numbers were horrifying and I could have had a seizure or even gone into a coma at any moment..... and numbers that high are not good for the baby- I am actually depriving him of oxygen and the nutrients he needs. With that.... I knew there was no other option......</div>
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Strict bed rest it was!! I would try to sneak in little tasks (like sorting through baby clothes, or making food, or putting on make up) but Erik was always RIGHT behind me saying "what do you think you're doing??" "Why are you not laying down??" "Kimber!!!"</div>
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He was a great care taker.....</div>
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He got everything around the house ready for baby to come home.....</div>
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I love him!! He is truly amazing... and obviously my better half.</div>
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*My family also was there for me through the whole thing! My sisters would come hang out and watch movies with me if Erik was at work. My mom would come over every evening and clean up what she could, and take me back to their house to make me dinner, chat, and do the best they could to entertain me. And for that- I say, THANK YOU!!* </div>
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But I still HATED being on bed rest!! I had soooo much to do those last 5 weeks before the baby came. I wanted to work and make as much money as possible so I could stay home with baby Fitz longer. I wanted to nest---- more than anything, I wanted to Lysol and scrub that house from top to bottom!! I wanted to help Erik and everyone put the nursery together. I wanted to wash all of the tiny clothes and hang them in his closet.... and get the hospital bag ready.... and the car seat and stroller assembled. And have a million date nights with my hubby as they were the last days as a "family of two". </div>
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But instead---- I spend my days laying there, and laying there and laying there some more. While I laid there, I counted fetal movements (recommended by doctors when you have a "high risk pregnancy")..... and this kid would go hours without moving at all. Do you understand how terrifying that was?!?! I hated it! I also spend much of my day researching anything and everything I could find on "preeclampsia" and the risks high blood pressure had on my my baby..... and multiple times I would see the word "stillborn". Do you know terrifying THAT was??!! I think it is safe to say.... I was very depressed. </div>
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I was also in and out of the hospital and labs nearly every other day. Whether it was getting check ups, getting my blood drawn to make sure my liver was not failing, doing 24 hours urine samples to make sure my kidneys were not failing...... it was fun.....</div>
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We were 36 and 1/2 weeks. I was SO DONE with bed rest. We went to our weekly check-up. I was 1 and 1/2 centimeters dilated and 50 percent effaced. Our midwife looked into my eyes and saw all the pain. When she asked sincerely, "how are you guys doing?" Erik was drained (he was working both of our shifts at work, keeping the house cleaned, trying to keep me in a good place, catering to my every need, worried himself about me and his baby), and I just started sobbing. I explained.... "do you know what it is like to sit there all day long and count fetal movements?? And when he doesn't move, I automatically think he is dead! Do you know what it is like to not want to even get up to use the bathroom because you feel like you are depriving your kid of oxygen and putting him at risk?? Do you know what it is like to feel like some one's life is 100% dependent on you and your actions??" I think I was a little stressed, overwhelmed, scared..... stressed some more..... depressed. It just plain SUCKED!! Our midwife sympathized with us, but explained that we were doing everything correct. She knew we wanted the baby out then, but it was not the best option. She really wanted us to get to at least 37 weeks (even 40 weeks.... the longer he stayed in the lower the risks of complication were). And she did another non-stress test to see how the baby was handling my not-so-composed self (I think she really just ordered one to make Erik and I feel better, and for that I am grateful). </div>
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So back to the hospital we went (second week in a row)........ and back to 5 more hours of monitoring and tests.</div>
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And..... all tests came back "good enough" and even though baby Fitz was not super active with the non-stress test (scared us to death), he passed the big test done on the ultrasound (forget what that test was called- but he has so many minutes to do so many things and if he does not get a certain score, they induce..... but he passed with flying colors. In fact, he got the highest score possible! I think he was just teasing us all day.) With that- we were released to go home, still ordered to strict bed rest.</div>
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As sucky, for lack of a better word, as bed rest was..... we couldn't help but be so grateful that our little man was staying strong and was healthy as could be (he measured 6lbs 2oz on that ultra sound, and his feet were HUGE- couldn't make much else out considering he was so big). We decided that things could be MUCH worse and we needed to change our attitudes. </div>
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We made it to the golden 37 weeks!! (this is the last pic of my huge preggo belly)</div>
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I was feeling great! I had a positive outlook on things. I was enjoying the "rest" as I knew I would soon be wishing for some. I was finding ways to entertain myself. The baby was kicking and moving around like crazy- another thing I just wanted to take in as I knew it would not last much longer. Life was good!!</div>
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Things took a turn for the worse. Baby wasn't moving. I felt horrible.... headaches, fever symptoms, body aches..... and my blood pressure was through the roof again. Was on the phone all day with nurses (none that I was fond of as they gave the worse advice and kept telling me "The bigger the baby gets the harder it is for him to move. You are just fine." Um.... obviously not!!! What part of high risk pregnancy do you not understand?!?!"</div>
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We stopped by the lab here in town to drop off my 24-hour urine collection that morning. They had some crazy story about how I would not have results for a week<b> </b>because the truck that comes to get the lab work doesn't get there until 5 and takes everything to California. What the heck???? Erik suggested we just drive the 30 minutes ourselves back to our regular clinic.</div>
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I was beyond annoyed, but I guess it was a blessing in disguise. When we dropped off our urine (how many times can I say "urine" in one post??), I was on the verge of blacking out. Erik was "done" and walked over and told the front desk he needed to see our midwife immediately... he didn't care if we had an appointment or not. With me barely standing up behind him, they sent us back right away. </div>
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Danielle (our midwife) was standing at the nurses station and made eye contact with us as we walked back. She rushed over to meet us half way down the hall and frantically asked, "whats wrong? Is everything ok? Do you still have a headache?" Erik, who had remained cool through the entire process, spoke up before I could get a word..... "No, she's not ok. She still has her headache. Look at her.... she obviously doesn't feel good. Something is not right, and I'm not going to wait around all day, perhaps weekend, for tests results to come back telling me that." Taking control.... I love my man! Danielle understood and asked me if I wanted oxycodon.... or something stronger then the ibuprofen to help with my headache. Absolutely not. I had a hard enough time taking ibuprofen at all, because I was scared for my baby, and here I have taken the maximum dose you are allowed for one day and she wants to give me stronger drugs??? No thank you. </div>
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Danielle then asked her nurse to get us in a room to check my vitals really fast. As soon as I laid on the bed I pretty much passed out and don't remember much. Erik said our nurse came in, took my blood pressure (even with me laying down), looked at Erik with a horrified look like "this is not good," and then walked out of them room without saying a word (we still don't know what my numbers were). Danielle came in immediately and told Erik, "get her to the hospital, now! I'll call them and let them know you are on your way. I'm working labor and delivery there tonight so I'll come check on you guys. Go!"<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">13 minutes
later, we were back in the prenatal unit of the Women's hospital- for the third
week in a row. The nurse came in and gave me a few pills. She said,
"it is just Tylenol mixed with some oxycodone" (she said oxycodone
kind of under her breath). I, with my few pharmacology classes and having
just finished medicine aid clinicals, said "you mean percocet??!!" (I
did not ask for it.... and I was very skeptical). Erik and I both asked a
million and one questions about effects it would have on the baby....
expressing our concerns and letting her know the baby's health was much more
important to us then a headache They assured me that the baby would be
fine, and they really needed to get that headache gone for bigger reasons then
we knew.... and this is the recommended option. We both know they knew
more then us, and they have probably given this drug to hundreds of pregnant
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after taking it, I felt tired and "drugged up". I did not like
that feeling and actually started having an anxiety attack. The headache
did not go away, I felt worse, and my blood pressure no longer went down- even
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Finally,
at 6:45pm they came in and told us they needed to monitor me overnight and that
we were going to be moving over to the "labor and delivery" unit of
the hospital. I was pretty out of it, but Erik immediately said,
"does that mean we are having our baby tonight?!?!" The nurse
explained that she is not sure if the doc will induce me.... they baby probably
needs to come out, but I would not want to go into labor in my condition.... as
labor as already hard enough as it is. With that, we were directed down to our
new room, I was put in a gown, and my family was all in my room before I even
got into bed. As this day was all pretty hazy, I felt calm (for the first
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By 7:45pm,
I was getting my IV put in (which did not feel great) and I they were putting
on "medicine that was stronger then the oxycodone and percocet"-----
so..... morphine?!?!? I don't even know what it was.... or if Erik or I even
agreed to it. I thought I was just getting hooked up to an IV like every other
lady going into labor is hooked up to. IMMEDIATELY I got dizzy and
nauseous.... was having the "out of body experience", and was trying
so hard not to pass out. I HATED every second of her pushing that
"drug x" through my IV- I hated feeling like I was going to go to
sleep and miss something. I hated that I did not know what that was going to do
to my baby (especially having such a strong effect on me). I hated not being in
control of my body.... AND I FREAKED OUT!!! *at least we all know I am not
getting addicted to prescription drugs any time soon*. I don't remember much
after that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Erik said
that I kept screaming "STOP!!!" "You're drugging my baby!!"
"I'm going to pass out!!" "Leave me alone!!" I was fighting
my sleep and soon my words were slurred and nobody could understand me.
Erik was very scared for me and for our baby. And because I was so
anxious, my blood pressure went through the roof!! Erik said the alarm kept
sounding on the monitors because my numbers were so horribly high.
Rachelle (my sister) stayed with Erik most of the night, as he was freaking
out. Danielle (our midwife) was with us at this point and kept running in every
few minutes to turn off the alarms and make sure I was ok. Erik said she was
really worried about me. They had been taking my blood almost every hour
throughout the entire day, and would send samples of my urine down to the lab
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At 11pm,
Danielle came in and told Erik that their entire team was shocked that my
protein levels in my urine, and the liver tests from my blood were not
"horrible," considering my numbers. That was one good
thing. Another positive, was that the baby was still looking great on the
monitor. Hypertension alone would not normally call for them to take the baby
early, but because my numbers were so scary (I could have had a seizure or even
slipped into a coma at any second), and they were no longer going down even with
me laying down, IT WAS TIME TO INDUCE......</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Immediately,
(with me still out of it and not knowing what was going on) the process
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Never threw up. Rarely had nausea...... "preggie pops" were my best friend. I popped them liked skittles from weeks 8-11 (those were my "hardest" weeks with morning sickness- but really, they were not bad at all!). </div>
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Loved all fruit! Hated meat and eggs..... didn't really have much of an appetite at all. Lost 15 pounds.</div>
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Had it pretty dang easy! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(12 weeks)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">My favorite!!! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Never got sick. Had lots of energy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Found out baby Fitz was a boy at 19 weeks. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">FINALLY felt him kick at 20 weeks (Erik felt him the same day outside utero.... Yep. I'm not very observant.)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Had growing pains. Peed a lot! Kind of, sort of.... started feeling like I was actually making a tiny human inside.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Loved grilled cheese sandwiches! I could have eaten them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Also, loved skittles and starburst!! Obviously started putting on the weight this trimester. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(28 weeks)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Still loved being pregnant. It flew by! Had lots of energy. Felt great. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Had NO idea what growing pains were or what peeing every 10 second was until this trimester. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Never got to the stage where I felt uncomfortable to do anything, or I couldn't sleep because I was trying to find the "right position."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Baby Fitz was a gymnast at this point. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Had the biggest sweet tooth! I gained all 15 lbs I had lost the first few months.... plus some! I think I grew by the second in this trimester! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I loved being pregnant!! </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am fascinated by that fact that I....
little old me..... made a human! I loved feeling him kick, get the
hiccups on a daily basis, do cartwheels when he heard Erik's voice, jab
my bladder while I was at work, and the constant feeling of knowing that my little
guy was with me at all times. Sure, </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">there were many mornings I would look in the mirror and say things like "holy crap.... what is going on with my body?? Where did my belly button go??" There were def days where I didn't feel great, or beautiful.... or energized.... extremely hormonal..... But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I am so glad that I was able to experience this- my heart breaks in a million pieces for those who can't. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As much as I loved pregnancy, and lucked out with such an easy going one.... It was not all roses. I was hospitalized and put on strict bed rest at 35 weeks. I will post all about that and the infamous delivery story for all you freaks (like me) who like the hear about that stuff! </span></span></div>
<br />Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-931372402882106872012-08-28T18:11:00.000-07:002012-08-28T18:11:03.738-07:00~ ~ ~SURPRISE!! We're pregnant!!~ ~ ~ <div style="text-align: center;">
Remember--- I'm still playing catch up from last year! </div>
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October 10, 2011:</div>
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It was time to start the "white" pills (you know, birth control.... the non-sugar pills) but I had not had a visit from good old TOM (time of the month) so I took a pregnancy test just to be sure. **NOTE: This was not uncommon... on multiple occasions, I have freaked out when TOM didn't visit at his proper time. And all it ended with was Erik and I freaking out, having that "what if...." conversation 87 times in a span of 2 days, being okay with the idea of having a baby outside our "timeline", getting excited to have a baby.... and then a negative pregnancy test. </div>
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So..... as per routine.... our pregnancy came out NEGATIVE!</div>
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October 16th, 2011:</div>
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Nearly a week passed, still no sign of TOM.... So Erik asked me multiple times to take another test. Why?? I just took one- it was negative. I did not feel sick or any different. No need to freak out AGAIN. No need to get excited AGAIN. No need to panic. No need to go on that emotional roller coaster because I knew there was no way I was pregnant. But, because I am such a good wify, I did as I was told to satisfy my Erik. </div>
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Rolling my eyes the entire time, I took the test (about 11pm this Sunday evening).... set it on the back of the toilet.... went out to the couch and started playing "words with friends" on my phone. About 5 or 10 minutes later Erik went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He came out holding the test and his eyes were HUGE!! </div>
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Me: Oh yeah.... I forgot about that thing. (Look back down and play my game)</div>
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Erik: um.... Kimber...... is two lines good or bad?</div>
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Me: oh shut up Erik..... sick joke.</div>
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Erik: um.... I'm not joking. </div>
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Me: you're not funny</div>
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At this point I finally put my phone down, jumped of the couch... took a closer look at it.... didn't know if I should cry, or panic, or scream, or jump for joy...... or what to even think or whether to even believe it. When words finally came out, it was: "Holy crap!! I forgot about it for a while, so maybe it messed up and is a misread." </div>
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Erik's reaction: with his eyes still huge, he just started running in circles. (I don't think he knew what to do or think either). He ran to the fridge and grabbed 2 or 3 water bottles and just told me to start chugging. Then get gather 3 more pregnancy test and managed to say, "start peeing!!! We can't take our chances." </div>
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Kind of a bad picture.... but there it was. Plain as day. 4 for 4. We are indeed PREGNANT!! </div>
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This is what Erik looked like after realizing 4 for 4 was probably pretty good odds (he probably would have made me take more if we had any more in the house), and also washing his hands when he finally realized he kept touching sticks with my urine all over it. haha. </div>
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We sat down for hours and talked about this big SHOCK. Honestly, it was a big mess of emotions. (If we knew then what a great blessing our sweet baby is in our life... I'm sure it would have been pure excitement and happiness.) But, because we didn't know.... it was more "but we like being selfish and it just being the two of us." And "we wanted to finish school, and be more financially stable before we started a family." Bottom line, we weren't trying and we were planning on waiting.... but the man upstairs had a different plan for us, and we know He always knows best and He sets our timelines. We knew we both have always wanted to be parents, so we were going to take this life changing, shocking news and look at it as nothing less then a blessing!! </div>
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How I was feeling physically: </div>
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Absolutely no morning sickness..... no nausea, no throwing up, no fatigue. I wasn't sure how far along I was but I didn't feel any different. When telling a few friends later on they would ask "how did you not know?? You didn't have any signs??" My response was... well I got a zit which was weird (now, that wouldn't have been anything new), my bra was kind of irritating for wear (again, nothing really new), and I was a bit claustrophobic when Erik would try to cuddle with me on the couch. Ha- so there it was.... my signs of pregnancy :-). </div>
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Again, not the perfect story of finding out we were expecting our little bundle of joy.... but it is our story! And I wouldn't want it any other way!! </div>
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Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-16884660793157007442012-06-06T13:36:00.000-07:002012-06-06T13:36:28.130-07:00Washington~ Part 3!!Well---- camping was a blast! We got back to Seattle just in time to again, switch back out our duffel bags for our suitcases..... shower off all the dirt..... load the car..... catch a few "zzzzzz's" and head out on the road bright and early the following day.<br />
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Yes---- all 6 of us piled into the car. Even "BO Jangles".... their huge, adorable puppy.... to spend some time with Erik's mom. Erik's mom, Julie, is such a sweet lady. She has taken me in from day one and has been nothing but amazing to me. We love going shopping, having girls nights and watching chick flicks, playing "Just Dance" on the Wii, talking about men and life, bragging about her awesome son...... things she just not get to do often with 3 boys. Again, I'm grateful for having such a sweet, caring mom-in-law!! (And I think she enjoys having a female around, too.... just throwing that out there :)). <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Anyway---- We made the 8 and 1/2 hour drive to Kalispell, Montana to visit her side of the family (the Fiksdal's).<br />
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Have I mentioned how awesome my in-laws are?? Erik came from an amazing family, and I am so lucky to call them my family as well. This picture was taken the Christmas before (Christmas 2010). During the summer months, we unfortunately do not get to see Uncle Mark (who is on the right in the yellow with the mustache---- who is hilarious!!!), and cousin Zeb (far left, holding Mr. Pate---- also, hilarious and a great time) because they are crazy busy up on the ranch (about 3 hours from Kalispell).<br />
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Grandma and Grandpa Fiksdal live in Kalispell on a golf course----- yep, Erik is in heaven when we get to go visit them!!! <br />
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I love them both!!! Grandpa Fiksdal is always on the go. He is up before every one---- always getting breakfast going (he is the BEST cook), he golfs a few mornings a week, he takes his beautiful wife out dancing a few nights a week, he is part of a bowling league, and meets up with some of the men he golfs with at the club house for guys night---- how cute!!! Right?? He is also very aware of everything going on with his family, and is always concerned for everyone. He is a true gentleman!! We love Grandpa Fiksdal.</div>
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Grandma Fiksdal is equally as amazing!! She is the true definition of the ideal grandma (or "GG" as she goes by these days). She is amazing...... the whole week we are with them, I never see her stop. She is either playing with her grand kids, or great grand kids, or cooking or baking (I swear there is always something in that oven while we are there), or watering her flowers, or cleaning, or running errands....... or anything else you can think of. She is genuinely the sweetest, most caring lady I know.... and she made me feel part of this family from the moment I met her (and I was just the girlfriend back then :)). We love GG!!!</div>
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These little sweethearts also live in Kalispell......</div>
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Cutest family ever!!! This is Erik's cousin Katy--- her awesome hubby Donny, and their two adorable little boys (they are expecting their third baby in December!!). Katy is just like a sister to me! We talk about anything and everything.... we joke and laugh nonstop when we are together. She is so active and always wanting to do something fun (obviously a hit, and the Fitzgerald boys favorite "chick" around).... basically she is amazing!! Donny is also a good time, and loves playing cards just as much as I do!!! Obviously I love him, too! He also loves playing the Xbox just as much as the Fitz bros..... clearly a hit! </div>
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Leum is a hoot (yes, that is a word my mom would use) and it was fun to see his personality come out (he was almost 2 when we were there). And Otto had just made his appearance to this world and was a whole 2 weeks old!! We could have just played and snuggled with these sweet little boys the whole time we were there and been perfectly content! </div>
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The boys love their "Omi". And what is not to love?? Aunt Kathy is the sweetest, most compassionate lady I know. She cries every time she see's the Fitzgerald clan, and every time we have to leave. Family is everything to her. She is a great grandma, mother, daughter, sister, wive, and aunt!! She truly cares about everyone.... and there is just a different vibe when aunt Kathy is around (a good vibe, of course). </div>
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The week was spent catching up on family around the house: playing cards, watching the golfers, BBQing, playing lawn games, chatting, enjoying the outdoors......</div>
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It was an awesome week!!! Thanks for the hospitality and fun memories!!!</div>
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We got back to Seattle and I had one day left to spend some time with my best friend (since 1st grade) Sarah Jane!!! I just love her! </div>
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We spent the day catching up, reminiscing, boating, and enjoying beautiful lake Washington!! <br />
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After returning home Sunday evening from wedding festivities- we switched out the suitcases and dresses for duffle bags, swim suits and sweatshirts (yes, we were in Washington--- you need both!). Then it was off to the other side of the mountain, again (Lake Alta- near Chelan), to go camping with this guy..... </div>
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Erik's dad- Dan the man!! I love this man. He is one of the greatest men I know. He his an awesome dad, and his kids are the center of his life. He has called me his daughter from day one, and has treated me just like one. He gives the best advice, always wants to have a good time, and has taught me what it is like to be completely selfless. He will give everything of himself just to make someone else happy. He is a great guy! We love you Dan!!</div>
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Aunt Sandy (Dan's sister), uncle Carl, and cousin Breanna also joined us for a week at the lake. I love this family too! I am so blessed with awesome "in-laws" (they are my family... I don't look at them any other way). It was so much fun to spend a week relaxing with them- they are the best conversationalist and it was nice to spend time with uncle Carl before he left for Iraq. </div>
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ThuVan hates pictures- so this is the best I have. Erik's step mom is awesome! I can't brag about Erik's family enough- they are all great..... especially to me!! ThuVan calls me "princess" (obviously I love her haha). She is also the most easy going lady I know (and I'm pretty laid back myself... so we get along great). She is also very sweet and loves the boys and the rest of this family very much! </div>
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Here is a group picture of all of us "kids". It was Erik, myself, his brother Mark (in the back), his brother Brett (front and center- of course :)), his step brother Dustin (looking down sad haha, don't ask), his step brother Daylan (the cute one with the glasses), his cousin Breanna (next to me), and her friend Mia (in the pink). Erik's friend Cole, and his cousin also joined us for the week--- but I guess we did not have a picture with them. It was a fun group!!</div>
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Our week consisted of swimming, playing out on the rafts, laying out on the beach, relaxing, and chatting. </div>
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One of my favorite days there was the day with the crappiest weather! We got up and had breakfast, and then a HUGE storm hit. It was windy and pouring down rain with thunder and lightening every where. We all took cover in our own tents and after about an hour and nothing slowing down- us "older" kids decided we needed to take action. We gather all 5 brothers, Cole and his cousin (yes, 7 boys and me--- usually how it is with his family) into our tent and decided we had to make our own fun. We played truth or dare, cards, poker.... anything you could think of (without the entertainment of TVs or computers, or phones----- the beauty of camping!!). Once the rains let up a bit, we threw on sweatshirts and continued our fun down at the lake (lots more dares to come up with down there). It was so much fun, and a great opportunity to bond with our new step brothers that we have only met a few times!! *And they are hilarious!!! FYI*</div>
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Once the sun started to come down, we would head to the park and play football, wiffle ball, home-run derby, cards..... help out with dinner and get the fire going... you know.... camping stuff!</div>
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*Wouldn't be camping without smores*</div>
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The rest of our nights would end in us sitting around the fire talking and laughing (you laugh a lot with this group!). They would also spend their time telling me about bears the rangers had spotted in the area, or the rattle snake someone saw on the trail to the rest rooms--- and then all go along with it to scare me because they all know I am the most gullible person ever!! I think they like having a girl around for a change (at least that is what I tell myself). </div>
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I love my husband!! It was such a fun and relaxing week for us!! </div>
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We love camping!! Nothing better than being outdoors..... no distractions from the outside world! Nothing but family, fun, sun, and awesome memories. It was, indeed, a great week!!</div>Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-35266955472855549522012-04-03T15:01:00.000-07:002012-04-03T15:01:01.819-07:00Washington- Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Summer of 2011 was epic!! We took of an entire month of work, and played. Pretty sweet right? We took off July 14th, and landed in Seattle. Erik's mom picked us up from the airport, we went to lunch with her and the boys. Showered, changed, got Erik's dad's brand new mustang (yes, he is the greatest) and headed to Moses Lake (about a 3 hour drive from Seattle). In Moses Lake we met up with some great friends to catch up and enjoy our FAVORITE Mexican Restaurant "Inca". It was a blast (such a blast, this was the only picture captured of the night). </div>
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Erik and his baseball buddies (my buddies too) Brady and Jameson. I love catching up with old friend!</div>
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After we stuffed ourselves and engaged in hours long "remember when...." conversations, we anxiously hopped back in car and headed to Othello (about 25 minutes away) to visit with my sister Crystal, brother-in-law Scott, and 2 nieces!! I love my nieces.... I'm so glad they let us stay the weekend with them!! </div>
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We spent the night talking, laughing and catching up with Scott and Crystal. It was an awesome day. The next morning we had another busy day. This is (unfortunately) my only picture of my nieces (and poor Olivia is cut out). Aubrey is telling "Prince Erik" about her teachers, school, and life. She is so adorable and smart!! I could've have spent the whole time with them!! Olivia is as crazy as ever and was always saying "Hey watch me" as she would perform some awesome "tricks". </div>
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After spending some time with my nieces, Erik drove me up to Tri-cities (about 45 minutes away from my sisters----> we did lots of driving!). I met up with one of my best friends, Erin Skaug- who was getting married that weekend (I was one of her bridesmaids) and the rest of the girls who were in her wedding. We spent the afternoon get pedicures, manicures, facials, and massages. It was awesome!!</div>
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From there, we all went off to rehearsal. It was a perfect day, and the location was at a beautiful vineyard. It was fun seeing all of Erin's family (I love all of them), catching up with old friends, and seeing Erin and her hubby-to-be so in love and happy. I just love weddings!!</div>
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After rehearsal, we were off to rehearsal dinner. Dinner was held at Erin's in-laws, and was catered by a delicious Mexican restaurant (good think we love Mexican food!). It was fun to just hang out, shoot dart guns, and enjoy good company and weather. </div>
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Her is a picture of me and the beautiful bride, Erin. I love her!! We were always called "Bert and Ernie" growing up together. She makes me smile :). Erin is one of those girls who is constantly laughing (even if it's an awkward situation). She has always been boy crazy, and bit "blonde" and a little "out there".... but that is why we all love Erin. Erin is one of the most beautiful girls I know, and she doesn't even know it- I think that makes her that much more beautiful. And.... she can burp louder than any guy I know! Haha---- I love my Ernie!</div>
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My handsome husband and I at the rehearsal dinner. I love this man more than anything in the world! I'm much happier when spending time with him. He was such a troo</div>
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My most favorite couple (besides us, of course)!!!! My best friend Whitney and her husband Cody!! I love them. They are hilarious, adorable, and so much fun to be around. They are moving to Denver this summer (13 hours closer to us---- yay!!!). </div>
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My besties!! Erin, Whitney, and myself. We were called the "three stooges" in middle school- by teachers, family, friends, and anyone who knew us. We were inseparable, and to a point- one in the same. I remember one week in seventh grade, we all showed up to school- Erin had a nose cast (yes, they make those!) because she got her face smashed by a softball--- literally crushed all the bones in her nose and had to have reconstructive surgery (she wasn't paying attention at practice). Whitney had a brace around her midsection with multiple broken ribs- again, from softball.... I think from sliding into second base, but I could be wrong. I had a cast from the top of my pinky and ring finger, all the way down my wrist- I was playing basketball with the boys and "jammed" (aka broke) both fingers on my right hand in weird spots. </div>
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After a great day, Erik and I were back at my sisters enjoying her and her family. Erik played some Xbox with Scott, I chatted with Crysti and my nieces practiced their ninja moves. Perfect way to end our night!</div>
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The next day (we are to Saturday if you are keeping up), was the BIG day!! I got up early and headed back to Tri-cities. I met all the girls at the vineyard and spent the morning getting our hair and make-up done and helping set up for the special event. </div>
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Erin looked beautiful. The venue was beautiful. The flowers (her aunt is a florist) were the most beautiful flowers and arrangements I had ever seen! Ryan (the groom) had the perfect look in his eyes when he saw Erin walking down the aisle. It was comforting to see them so in love, and to witness Ryan head of heals in love with Erin, and Erin completely adored by someone (she deserves it, and we did not know Ryan before this weekend--- so we were a little skeptical and protective). We already knew Erin was obsessed and completely consumed with love for this man. It was a beautiful ceremony! </div>
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Then----> the party began!! The reception was a blast, the food was delicious, the dance floor was popping, fireworks went off, and there was just the right amount of tears (during the toast) and laughter (the rest of the night) to make it a perfect wedding day! </div>
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Did I mention I love weddings?? They are always filled with so much love and happiness. I'm so glad Erik was there to share this amazing day with my friends and myself!<br />
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Thanks to my sister for letting me crash at her house for the weekend--- even if we were in and out the whole time! I love spending time with them.... I can't get enough of my nieces!!<br />
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And thanks to Ernie for letting me share this special day with her (and for spoiling me the entire weekend!!). <br />
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It was an awesome start to our vacation.....<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>To be continued.....</b></span></div>Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-11511738255478262202012-03-26T12:49:00.000-07:002012-03-26T12:49:46.554-07:00my heart hurtsI don't normally like posting negative or depressing things on our blog or facebook. I like to document and remember the fun and exciting things in life. But today I just need to vent. I am in a funk, and can't seem to get out of it. I have decided to take my emotion to the blog.<br />
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It has been a rough few days. I can't stop crying. Yesterday I received news that a sweet friend (who was 2 week AHEAD in her pregnancy) lost her baby. As she visits me every month, we exchange stories of pregnancy and the crazy changes our bodies are going through. We talk about the terrors of labor and delivery. We talk about the pros and cons of having a boy or girl (she wanted to be surprised and did not find out the sex of her baby). We talk about having play dates this summer, and joining play group, as our babies would be so close in age......<br />
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And just like that. Without warning... her baby is gone. We are in our last trimester of pregnancy.... we are getting nurseries ready, and planning showers, and preparing for these babies to get her in a few short months.... what??!! My heart hurts for my friend and her family. I can't even begin to imagine what she is going through.<br />
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I don't care what anyone says- these babies are 100% apart of us. Even if we have not met them yet, the love is there. I love our little boy more than anything. As I lay in bed with Erik's hand around my stomach feeling the baby do "gymnastics".... we both have the biggest smiles and I know this little guy means the world to both of us. I can't bear the thought of losing this guy- not 20 weeks ago, not now! <br />
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I'm upset and confused..... why would this happen? It doesn't make sense to me.<br />
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My heart breaks for my friend, and for anyone who has lost a child- inside the womb or later in life. Some of the closest people to me have had to go through miscarriages, and just because "they have not met them" does not mean the incredibly deep love is not there.<br />
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I feel selfish and guilty. As our little guy is bouncing around like crazy- I can't help but feel guilty in times like these. And I feel selfish that I can't stop thinking about "what if something happens to our baby??" <br />
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I am grateful for my family. I am especially grateful for my sweet husband (he knows how much this has upset me and has rearranged his schedule so he can be there to comfort me, constantly reminding me that "everything is going to be okay"), and for our sweet son- I'm so grateful for the plan of happiness and to know I will spend eternity with them. <br />
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This all has reminded me to not take anything for granted. I want to savor every moment I can with my loved ones- especially our baby. <br />
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Thoughts and prayers to my friend and her family, and to any of you who can relate! Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-19737749947363962742012-02-27T11:07:00.000-08:002012-02-27T11:07:14.590-08:00Dear Blog Readers~~~ Consider yourselves WARNED!I am more surprised than anyone to realize that myself, my hubby, and my mom are not the only one that read this thing. According to my reader tracker, there are indeed quite a few of you who stumble upon our page. So here is the plan---- Along with doing brother's countdown to come home post every month---- I have decided I am going to continue catching up from last year (ended with Mazatlan). I was just going to do my "tribute to 2011" post, and call that a catch up- and start where I am---- but after looking back at all the post I have ever written- I enjoy all the memories each post has given me. So I will be including a few more fun trips we took over summer and the holidays in "extended versions", and include a pregnancy journal along the way. Sorry if this sounds boring to you.... but I am not good at keeping a journal and this is our best source of memories for now.... you have been warned.<br />
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Also, *WARNING* I am a nursing student. Any student in the medical field is a bit odd.... and forgets what is appropriate in the "real world." The way our bodies work is fascinating to me! I have watched "In the womb" and thousands of birthing movies in my career (yes, it seems like being a student has been a career for me) and NOTHING grosses me out, nothing appears too graphic.... it is just AWESOME!! I have also taken more sex ed and human sexuality classes than any one undergrad student should have ever taken, so if something I say sounds crude or innappropiate- I probably do not even realize it. SOOOO.... Why am I telling you this?? My pregnancy post may be pretty open. Pregnancy itself is awesome- what your body goes through, having a little cell replicate a million times and form a human, having a some person inside you growing and doing all it can to survive off your body---- crazy!! I will share the good, the bad, and the ugly--- along with some baby bump photos. With that said- if I use the words "being knocked-up" or refer to Erik as "my babies daddy"- do not be offended. That's my sense of humor. I think pregnancy is beautiful and I'm so grateful to be a co-creater with the Man upstairs- but what's life without some light and humor?? You and have warned!<br />
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*Warning!!* In about 4 months this blog will be taken over by baby Fitz. There will be picture overload- everything he does will be "the cutest thing ever" and I know I will be completely obbessed with this new little addition to our family (I mean really--- you have seen how obssesed I am with my dogs. This is a baby here!! And our baby at that). There are some on facebook who don't understand that parents want to share EVERYTHING about their child- like when they "went pee pee in the toilet today!!" or the cute, funny things they say every 30seconds, or the picture overload in every single outfit anyone has ever gotten them--- I have been one of those people that didn't quite understand the obsession. And although I still don't completely- I am getting a glimpse of it. So--- b/c our blog is titled "ERIK AND KIMBER"- I think it is fair game that people that come here, are here to hear about US! So--- don't get annoyed when everything is about baby Fitz and our growing family~ You have been warned!Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-75085427861195383302012-02-07T11:46:00.000-08:002012-02-07T11:46:02.245-08:0019 months down------ 5 to go!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
As most of you know- my brother Kade is serving an LDS mission in Spain. Spain has different areas to be called to.... So Kade's area is shown here, is the Barcelona Mission (my cousin James- Kade's bff- is ready to leave the missionary training center and is called to serve in the Madrid Mission. So they will be pretty dang close!!): </div>
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Brother has been gone for 19 months already!!! It seems like I have not seen him in forever- but at the same time, it feels like he just left. We don't get to talk to him on the phone except Mother's day and Christmas (so I have heard his voice 3 times, and we were actually able to skype him 2 of these times, so I have seen his face). We are able to email him every week, but his time to email is so short I usually receive one liners saying "I ran out of time, I'll email you next week." Or "I can't wait to see how fat you are getting." Or "You suck at updating your blog." Or "When are you going to do a blog post about me?" He does send a nice long one to my mom and dad though, so I can stay updated on him through those emails. Bottom line--- I miss my brother!! These next 5 months are going to fly, hopefully!!!</div>
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Kade has served in only 4 areas these past 19 months. He was just transferred to his last area, so those are the 4 he will serve his whole mission. This is very unusual. I think some missionaries would get restless and bored serving the same area for nearly 6 months. But it was perfect for my brother. The Lord truly knows Kade! He takes a while to break out of his shell, and is not real good with change. Staying in the areas for so long made him feel more comfortable, helped him become the best missionary possible, and truly made him fall in love with the people he was serving--- and they all really fell in love with him. Along with that- transfers were all really difficult for him, but he got through them and looks forward to returning to each of his areas after his mission is completed! </div>
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So- my goal over the next 4 months is to blog about each of his areas. I will show pictures, tell my favorite stories of Kade (how he grew, funny quotes he has said, challenges he gave, etc), along with some of Kade's favorite memories and introduce you to some awesome families he got to know and teach. And then the last month he is out--- I will just get excited for his homecoming, and.... oh yeah, HAVE A BABY!! (*P.S. our due date is 2 weeks before his mission is complete- Exciting times!!)</div>
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As a jump start to the count down of brother's arrival, here are some of my favorite pictures from his mission:</div>
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(Kade's favorite companion- in the blue striped shirt- and family. They are awesome. We were actually able to meet them all over Christmas while we were in Utah). </div>
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(Bother's first day in Spain. Look how scared he looks!! Poor little guy!!)</div>
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Welp--- brother has not changed much the last 19 months he has been away. He still has has stupid sense of humor that I love. He still makes fun of everyone. He is still immature. But--- he has also grown a ton. He is a true missionary. It's fun to read his emails now and compare them to when he first left. He loves his mission, he loves the Lord, he loves the gospel, and he loves the people of Spain. His Spanish is awesome (it was fun listening to him and my dad speak Spanish together on Christmas morning), he is way more open-minded and less judgmental and less selfish. So yes--- he is pretty much awesome!!</div>
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Stay tuned for more of Brother's mission!! </div>
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<br />Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-37665007477421315632012-01-27T15:18:00.000-08:002012-01-27T15:18:48.501-08:00~~A tribute to 2011~~<b>January:</b><br />
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We returned home from our 2 weeks of holiday time in Washington.</div>
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Worked our hineys off to build back up our back account- which was almost depleted. </div>
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My sister and nieces came down to visit for a few weeks.</div>
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We started yet another crazy semester of school.</div>
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<b>Febuary:</b><br />
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We had an amazing first valentine's day as husband and wife.</div>
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Participated in our first couple's massage (Erik loved it!)</div>
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We were out of school and work, and without water for nearly an entire week.</div>
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<b> </b>School and work consumed our lives.</div>
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I managed to sneak away (invited myself) on a road trip to Phoenix with my parents and Kelsy</div>
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We hit up Mariners spring training.</div>
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Watched Kelsy's last soccer tournament, enjoyed shopping, and sunny Phoenix weather!</div>
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Erik got a new truck</div>
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<b> </b>Spring time came!!</div>
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Lots of BBQs, planting flowers, spending as much time outside as we could (our swamp cooler was still not turned on at this time). </div>
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I started my CNA (certified nursing assistant) clinicals.</div>
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Erik continued to rock out his engineering courses. </div>
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<b>May:</b><br />
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We went shopping and got excited for Mexico!</div>
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Skyped bother for mother's day (first time we had seen him in nearly a year!)</div>
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Finished a crazy few weeks of finals!</div>
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I was able to work at a nursing home (40 hour weeks) for my final clinical time- Loved it!</div>
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Celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary!</div>
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Went to Mexico with my family!</div>
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<b>June:</b><br />
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We began our first summer together with neither of us in summer school!!</div>
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We enjoyed life!!</div>
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We had plenty of date nights</div>
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Worked as often as we wanted</div>
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Celebrated my dad's 50th birthday </div>
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Went camping down at the lake with our friends!</div>
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<b>July:</b><br />
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We got our house ready for a move. </div>
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We went to Washington for almost 3 weeks.</div>
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We stayed with my sister for a few days and saw friends from Moses Lake.</div>
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I was a bridesmaid in one of my best friend Erin's beautiful wedding.</div>
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We went camping at Lake Alta with Erik's dad's family.</div>
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We went to Montana for a week with Erik's mom's family.</div>
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<b> August:</b><br />
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Came home for a few days to move out of our house and into our new home!!</div>
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Headed right back out to visit my family in Utah for about 10 days.</div>
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My sister, bro-in-law, and nieces came down here to hang out! </div>
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Got sad to say goodbye to such an AWESOME summer!</div>
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Started back up, all too soon, yet another crazy semester of nursing and engineering classes!</div>
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<b> September:</b><br />
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Took lots of adjusting to get back into the swing of working and going to school.</div>
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Worked hard on turning our new house into our home!</div>
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Went camping for Erik's 25th Birthday!!</div>
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<b>October:</b><br />
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We found out that we were going to be parents----- huge surprise!!!</div>
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Had to let the whole baby thing sink in---- and hold in such a big secret!</div>
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Got excited for fall time and Halloween.</div>
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<b>November:</b><br />
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We went to our first doctor's appoint for baby Fitz.</div>
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I was exhausted--- and wanted to do nothing.</div>
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Erik's mom came to visit.</div>
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Did the whole "black Friday" shopping- got a new flat screen. </div>
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We enjoyed a quite but awesome thanksgiving with my family and Erik's mom.</div>
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<b>December:</b><br />
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Went to our first ultra sound- Erik realized here there was, indeed, a baby!</div>
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Got excited for Christmas---- especially with the new house! </div>
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Focused on finals, and watched yet another semester pass us by.</div>
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Erik took me on a romantic getaway to Toas, NM for my birthday.</div>
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We were off to Utah to celebrate the holiday's with my family.</div>
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My family threw me a surprise baby shower!</div>
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What an AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING year 2011 was!!! Every year I say it, "there is no way anything will top this past year." And every year--- it just keeps getting better. Thanks for all the fun and intimate memories 2011!! 2012 Has lots to live up to---- but I'm sure it too will exceed all expectations!! </div>
<b> </b><b></b>Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-83924450168245991052011-10-25T21:47:00.000-07:002011-10-25T21:48:03.876-07:00Back, Back..... Back it up!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
Have I mentioned our life is crazy? Have I also mentioned I am no good at blogging? Welp... most things in our awesome little life get turned down here on blogger world, because.... well..... I would rather do something else. Poor excuse. I love documenting my life!! I need to be better. So I am prioritizing... and documenting some of the super awesome events... like family vacations (even if I need to rewind to 6 months ago). *warning- picture over load.... surprise, surprise!!*</div>
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May 21, 2011- Kelsy, Jose, Rachelle, Demi, Mom, Dad, Erik and myself all piled into the suburban and headed to Mazatlan, Mexico!! It was Kelsy's (and Jose's) senior trip.... and it just so happened to be our anniversary a few days before so we decided we HAD to go and called it our anniversary presents! And we are soooo glad we did! It was AWESOME!!! Honestly, if my oldest sister and her family and my brother were there.... would have been the perfect family vacation. We missed you!!</div>
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We arrived around 1pm to the El Cid Marina (this is my parents home time share- you are able to use the points at other places..... we went to the Mayan palace in Puerto Villarta the year before.... but you must come "home" every so often.) We love this place! This was my forth time Mazatlan- and I'm happy to say I did not get offered any drugs by the drug lords, and we all still have our heads attached to our shoulders. We all felt very safe there, and besides us being the only American family around (exaggerating) not much was different. </div>
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When we arrived I, of course, offered to take Demi straight to the pool as my parents and Rachelle went grocery shopping. Ha.... such a nice sister, right? </div>
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When my parents got back, it was off to check out our private beach......</div>
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And...... the next 7 days were just as perfect as the first! We got up and hit the pool...</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then</span>........ Beach time baby!!! I love the beach... but I am terrified of the ocean. I didn't get until the second to last day. But it's okay. Because I love the beach. I love staring at the water. I love hearing the sound of the waves crash as I read my book. I love watching my husband turn into a 5 year old and be the happiest as the wave takes him out. I love how Erik and Demi would hold hands and scream with laughter until the sun would come down. And I love how relaxed everyone is there.</div>
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And of course we ate. Oh man.... did we eat!!! I don't know if we were rested from the naps before dinner, or if we were slap happy because we were so zapped from the sun, or if food makes us extra happy, or if we were just simply loving life..... whatever the reason, dinners were always so much fun! Laughter.... and lots of it!</div>
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Goodbye Mazatlan.... We already miss yoU!!!! </div>
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Few things I love about vacationing with my family:</div>
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1.) We sleep in!! It's vacation!!! We do not plan anything for the morning. I understand there are some families that "don't want to waste any time".... but hey, I don't ever get to sleep in until 10... so when I'm on vacation, I will wake up when I want! We all meet at the pool and when everyone is ready, we go on with our day from there.</div>
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2.) Although I think my family is always pretty easy going.... this trip was extra relaxing. No pressure. No set plans. No time schedule. In fact.... I don't think anyone ever knew the time. If someone wanted to do something.... we would all discuss and do it whenever we wanted to. </div>
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3.)And by relaxing, I don't mean boring. This trip was a blast! I just mean... it was an actual vacation. You know when you do so much on "vacation" that you need a vacation from your vacation? Yeah... not this one. It was perfect.</div>
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4.) We are all great friends. We can talk and laugh about anything and everything.</div>
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5.) Can't wait until next summer when brother is home from Spain and our WHOLE family can be together again!</div>Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-33550078893314638312011-09-13T16:47:00.000-07:002011-09-13T16:47:04.548-07:00~Hellooooooo new house!!!~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We have been in our new house for about a month now... and are <span style="font-size: large;">Loving </span><span style="font-size: small;">it. It's a working progress.... we still have lots of work to do, and lots of purchases to make. Keep wanting to wait to post pictures until we are finished with it.... but then I realized that could be months.... probably years! So.... enough words. I've got a picture over load here (apologies now for the terrible picture taking.... not a strength of mine). </span></div>
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(View from the front door)</div>
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(entryway table- $10 from a yard sale. gotta love good deals!)</div>
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(Front room)</div>
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(Dining table)</div>
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(View from opposite end of front room)</div>
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(walking out of front room)</div>
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(... into the kitchen. Next purchase is bar stools and kitchen table)</div>
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(down hallway one we have....)</div>
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(our sweet bright aqua laundry room)</div>
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(with a message board... neccessity in this relationship)</div>
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(We also have our P90x room---- good one, right?)</div>
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(We also have our extra bedroom. PINK!! Everyone come visit us!!</div>
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(still down hallway 1- our guest bathroom!)</div>
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(also has a door to enter hallway number two)</div>
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(anyway.... back into the kitchen- looking to the back of the house)</div>
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We've got the family room!</div>
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(Name that movie.... if you can we could probably be great friends-if we already aren't. I watch this on at least a weekly basis.... usually while cleaning)</div>
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(now.... down hallway 2- we have the opposite door to guest bathroom, a closet and....</div>
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Erik's messy, unfinished office/ "man room"</div>
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And our bedroom!</div>
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Boring right??? Can't stand it!!! Have so many visions for this room.... but need to find sometime to put it together. Any suggestions?</div>
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Best part of the house!!! How did we ever live without one??</div>
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(Oakley peeking in to see what I was doing... but enjoying the cool weather at the same time)</div>
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(Proof that even my fatty magoo Sugar can fit through that tiny door--- but yes, it does take her a little longer with her lovely lady lumps)</div>
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(We love our big stand-up shower!)</div>
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(I love this jacuzzi tub even more!)</div>
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(Aaaannddd.... we love that this is the view from our tub the most!!! Yep... Erik was just watching sports center while he showered and got ready for work.) </div>
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(The yard! Erik's project this weekend.... but we love it. And yes... New Mexico landscapes with rocks. Not my favorite... but that's okay!)</div>
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(At least we have a park right behind our house. This is where Erik and the work boys play basketball every Tuesday night)</div>
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And obviously the pups love it all too!!!</div>
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So there it is! This is where we are now. As you can see.... <span style="font-size: large;">Life is good!!</span><span style="font-size: small;"> And trust me.... we are very aware and so greatful for all of our blessings!!</span></div>
Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-80266966894816265752011-08-30T10:30:00.000-07:002011-08-30T10:30:04.735-07:00Goodbye old house.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will definitely miss some things about you!!! You were a good first home for us- a "starter home" is what we refer to you as. And I have to admit.... we are very proud to call you that. You played a big role for us. You put a roof over our head our first year of marriage and never put us in dept with your affordable rent. So thank you. And listening to my parents and grandparents talk about their "first homes"- your single wide, 1100 sq foot structure sounds pretty idealistic. Not to mention you were not an apartment (don't think I could handle people on either side of the wall or worse... people below and or on top of us). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will NOT miss the ant infestation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will NOT miss the swamp cooler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will NOT miss not having a garage in the winter time (especially with my leather seats).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We WILL miss your glamorous and spacious dirt yard (dogs conquer with this one)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will NOT miss the drive to that end of town and waiting for the tram to pass as I'm running late to class. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We WILL miss living 3 minutes from church and mother's office. And 10 minutes closer to the VC campus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We will NOT miss the creepy neighbors the stare every time we walk out our gate- especially when I go for a run or go pay rent. Or the hundreds of dogs that freak out and look like they are going to break through the rusty fences and eat my dogs and myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We WILL miss "chili's lane". We had many awesome neighbors that worked with us and whenever either of us were bored or needed something, we could walk on over and BBQ, chat, use the Internet, borrow tools, etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> We will miss the memories of this little home. We did lots of first together as the "Fitzgeralds" in this house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxWx-Afsj5tZ060NL-CiYl0pJMQM1hAVwHLysQDrcKG99PzN0ly7Cv8uTlQHRdkOK0p2Mm5a_HvN56MzzVxG5SC813SWVoEraJFAZ4FYQBQ40PWEE90hOmvNRZynKwMFIYbY9nBo3jdZP/s1600/Picture+421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxWx-Afsj5tZ060NL-CiYl0pJMQM1hAVwHLysQDrcKG99PzN0ly7Cv8uTlQHRdkOK0p2Mm5a_HvN56MzzVxG5SC813SWVoEraJFAZ4FYQBQ40PWEE90hOmvNRZynKwMFIYbY9nBo3jdZP/s320/Picture+421.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(view from the front door)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuP2Zox5PjhWBRqFhKXvyCv74Zx0y0Mou1RO0orrdsD9uYjQ_Kbg4s5niw8PqBn9TmMzQLWRIyrWo_8ZP_68bA28mj8GUUsqZSpIDqonC9YYEA9TwwgQQFZ04lq-1TzskG6tYZqguES7u/s1600/Picture+446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuP2Zox5PjhWBRqFhKXvyCv74Zx0y0Mou1RO0orrdsD9uYjQ_Kbg4s5niw8PqBn9TmMzQLWRIyrWo_8ZP_68bA28mj8GUUsqZSpIDqonC9YYEA9TwwgQQFZ04lq-1TzskG6tYZqguES7u/s320/Picture+446.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHly1ESstH7kANhUuM7i93LSY8W9OhD9rSxbUgQ5yQ665rmniG26X6Eg6tilqVZX_5ZDm9XFQVB9R2nlvmAWpKMxMuPaUbIF-OU49YpuOvitO4fhJSaVtwamYfGRvTDW0C91onlpuevTa/s1600/Picture+499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHly1ESstH7kANhUuM7i93LSY8W9OhD9rSxbUgQ5yQ665rmniG26X6Eg6tilqVZX_5ZDm9XFQVB9R2nlvmAWpKMxMuPaUbIF-OU49YpuOvitO4fhJSaVtwamYfGRvTDW0C91onlpuevTa/s320/Picture+499.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Living room/ office/ work out space/ everything goes down here!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSgJhr_MlmpzYtcMfFQXhxk9rYk-e4z2PHo56Nrz1P1oXyIr0f7ZeQEFtgLq6klvZTb_Ac-aM0dpz4bQ8do0djMezP2x5utXcIflkQCAhR6GPfPCMrOKqQp_GiXQpzzql4-rsLn0CwrnB/s1600/Picture+506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSgJhr_MlmpzYtcMfFQXhxk9rYk-e4z2PHo56Nrz1P1oXyIr0f7ZeQEFtgLq6klvZTb_Ac-aM0dpz4bQ8do0djMezP2x5utXcIflkQCAhR6GPfPCMrOKqQp_GiXQpzzql4-rsLn0CwrnB/s320/Picture+506.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6Avq1Y91uGlrUtr2ev8tRFfv_pvwzynjX_MrCnWCIJI7924FkfSHcS3sv-694QiN55QGAxG0t4OZQVDVZIAry26nkPAwvWS_E8Kh72ARRsDilZP9pJa0u8R9meKPXJGjK-Q2eKm5z-bB/s1600/Picture+507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6Avq1Y91uGlrUtr2ev8tRFfv_pvwzynjX_MrCnWCIJI7924FkfSHcS3sv-694QiN55QGAxG0t4OZQVDVZIAry26nkPAwvWS_E8Kh72ARRsDilZP9pJa0u8R9meKPXJGjK-Q2eKm5z-bB/s320/Picture+507.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you for providing a dishwasher! Lots of fun memories of "first" time dinner attempts in this kitchen.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUINl0SWrb_tNdQzv_-t2ihT75hNuW-L8nDCZ3HwYMvyd-A8K92H3-EEPBPwXwiOoymeou-MDeFX480bMNcMeVXyCFMQwgHDEcYXG3xfECwaNaHz2jZyMoeN2MprMncCVFrm2nb9dhRcOx/s1600/Picture+707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUINl0SWrb_tNdQzv_-t2ihT75hNuW-L8nDCZ3HwYMvyd-A8K92H3-EEPBPwXwiOoymeou-MDeFX480bMNcMeVXyCFMQwgHDEcYXG3xfECwaNaHz2jZyMoeN2MprMncCVFrm2nb9dhRcOx/s320/Picture+707.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Our bed took up the entire room. But hey- No disrespect to your "master room". It worked great for us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZisZxWjDj-18KTOGG-XceFLSwpOfhNc21Bg9LSZOksi3s1DAVSFiubSjYc4aqTF0x1hL3WItvk31kQPOQ0pbOIMj4cvNmedrkBPBZxRFordN3Tz5kw4NtCODlfJJzdWvCxoKq9mPMvohx/s1600/Picture+713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZisZxWjDj-18KTOGG-XceFLSwpOfhNc21Bg9LSZOksi3s1DAVSFiubSjYc4aqTF0x1hL3WItvk31kQPOQ0pbOIMj4cvNmedrkBPBZxRFordN3Tz5kw4NtCODlfJJzdWvCxoKq9mPMvohx/s320/Picture+713.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GtUQmPgYKaMt7I_TgZmyTIkUw8Q5iqCNlWmXRHOdY_Bql0uZznp9yglmaT7zHFmIywRwYQKqOjGNECL0lzP4pOoSqoJ6QUUa7weu3l84qY8xQver_YxLkNeFZJ1ox28l_61_72dedQHK/s1600/Picture+715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GtUQmPgYKaMt7I_TgZmyTIkUw8Q5iqCNlWmXRHOdY_Bql0uZznp9yglmaT7zHFmIywRwYQKqOjGNECL0lzP4pOoSqoJ6QUUa7weu3l84qY8xQver_YxLkNeFZJ1ox28l_61_72dedQHK/s320/Picture+715.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Our bathroom. In that little room straight ahead is where you would find the toilet and a tiny shower Erik had to duck in to get his hair wet. Again... we loved it! And the best part about the master suit?? It had two walk in closets! Highly recommended to always have his/her closets. I think we would have had a lot my fights if I had to walk into what his closet looked like every morning to find something to wear!</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdGXuQHYqFl_VAkLcB0bkZj6zgNJ5gETDiFT6_LDJyYuC9CooH4XiOwXidnubJl4wLlgGVLDJhPv9XpO5tT96KbP1R0fEAJF4C60J9nChF7a3pfDkqOWiNS3N7VwM0lDRzLr_XahI30Qy/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdGXuQHYqFl_VAkLcB0bkZj6zgNJ5gETDiFT6_LDJyYuC9CooH4XiOwXidnubJl4wLlgGVLDJhPv9XpO5tT96KbP1R0fEAJF4C60J9nChF7a3pfDkqOWiNS3N7VwM0lDRzLr_XahI30Qy/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">"guest" bathroom. or "poop" bathroom as Erik called it. Yes... we are weird. But did you notice no door in our bathroom?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukHI2kNPr55dKwosT4UIrqqmz0yoN0ndbn1sgRC3nnVPxGOL2ionmqPcN493PBOW4FkhRsiGgU8vL_7GRDcNEHqgKX3JLzHVZnfX6wzQY9QJf8e44gcQAbHzhfMRwSvsa7zVuoktMEDjR/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukHI2kNPr55dKwosT4UIrqqmz0yoN0ndbn1sgRC3nnVPxGOL2ionmqPcN493PBOW4FkhRsiGgU8vL_7GRDcNEHqgKX3JLzHVZnfX6wzQY9QJf8e44gcQAbHzhfMRwSvsa7zVuoktMEDjR/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Second bedroom. again... bed takes up most of the room. but that's okay!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's it!! A tour of our first home as husband and wife! Lots and lots of fun memories in this little trailer! It was bitter sweet locking that door for the last time to turn in the keys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG690Ovk7KQtT9g6YTdPBAUhyphenhyphen40DYDjFOLxkI8Cz6ap_I6klQYJE_zH2RiRpy6hA4680ICjJY6ooIhk8Ptz565bDblqzxa4UtJWEaxErPSG2PewjpzXJa9HL0oZxPyP_SgAwIrPEHASfxZ/s1600/Picture+703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG690Ovk7KQtT9g6YTdPBAUhyphenhyphen40DYDjFOLxkI8Cz6ap_I6klQYJE_zH2RiRpy6hA4680ICjJY6ooIhk8Ptz565bDblqzxa4UtJWEaxErPSG2PewjpzXJa9HL0oZxPyP_SgAwIrPEHASfxZ/s320/Picture+703.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03Nib6UcEu-NNei3ZFrigy0H_xUq9w70ehgBMXkQO3cM0EXty2xTBa18t5O_DSJANg8tHttRjbE2D7rWbE1DeyjFalJpysh-Dze1uKmRtqhAZ8HNnoZtbl2mNvdujnSQ_nVuZtR4ScepT/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03Nib6UcEu-NNei3ZFrigy0H_xUq9w70ehgBMXkQO3cM0EXty2xTBa18t5O_DSJANg8tHttRjbE2D7rWbE1DeyjFalJpysh-Dze1uKmRtqhAZ8HNnoZtbl2mNvdujnSQ_nVuZtR4ScepT/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" width="240" xaa="true" /></a></div><div align="center">Like I said. We always took pride in our little home. Always so excited to make it "our home". My favorite memory was decorating for Christmas. We went to lows with my family... while they payed a million dollars for their huge 12 foot tree, we were so excited to pick out our cute little 5 footer. We put it up together, we hung lights together, we picked out our first ornament color scheme together, we got up on the roof together and strung lights outside the house. </div><div align="center">I loved this home. I don't care what it looks like. What the size is. What kind of neighborhood you live in. Great memories is all you need to make a home YOUR home!!! And love to make a house a home! Thank you starter home for humbling me!</div>Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-40087946050007366042011-07-31T22:29:00.000-07:002011-07-31T22:29:47.416-07:00~~Half time report~~ 2011Life continues to be busy.... I continue to slack in the blogging world. <br />
This post is dedicated to the first half of our 2011 year!! And what a great year this has been.... Here we go----><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoOYik6Qi8CxIvrPpIjAdXJKPyvAihZ6NS9i-bkGXMQ-jSvkEVVoBf01pVp38Phm-ajXmWNqOBJjXifQNFQPekIUUtD79y3hcf9p0puynGmrOMPzx-VLXlVfWHHtoMy7BBrH6otykl-kn/s1600/181580_10150408171040788_755270787_17329377_428990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoOYik6Qi8CxIvrPpIjAdXJKPyvAihZ6NS9i-bkGXMQ-jSvkEVVoBf01pVp38Phm-ajXmWNqOBJjXifQNFQPekIUUtD79y3hcf9p0puynGmrOMPzx-VLXlVfWHHtoMy7BBrH6otykl-kn/s320/181580_10150408171040788_755270787_17329377_428990_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps cheating here because this was over Christmas but still haven't documented these pictures so... who cares! Here I am with my new AWESOME cousins sledding in Montana @ the Ranch!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31oTbbl9S15g8-rkuRSscAzgj3ufHr6gajEuhQ60MFp6z1okbo6_CS2wc0URhJ6ko87XN0DSOvGooGSyFpu3zQosbNdY7NAgb-cEyEJzYHRaSp34A1mMh1yXsx77EMPqGhtipZ8WT01nS/s1600/179416_10150408172490788_755270787_17329408_863721_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31oTbbl9S15g8-rkuRSscAzgj3ufHr6gajEuhQ60MFp6z1okbo6_CS2wc0URhJ6ko87XN0DSOvGooGSyFpu3zQosbNdY7NAgb-cEyEJzYHRaSp34A1mMh1yXsx77EMPqGhtipZ8WT01nS/s320/179416_10150408172490788_755270787_17329408_863721_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Erik, his cousin Zeb and brother Mark</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizSaJt80mzi30d3kzKe5YM2NeKwtFPz_d5_EVUh3SD5zdZizfaCUSUJ48Y-Ljqzo5cag1Z1KvQ56FyMlmbUpZwXixEIopBaK-PDeAmst13Gxkt3VdeJf75KDXkmwg8Vwp5GJyTg2cRjoS/s1600/180812_10150408173725788_755270787_17329444_3500753_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizSaJt80mzi30d3kzKe5YM2NeKwtFPz_d5_EVUh3SD5zdZizfaCUSUJ48Y-Ljqzo5cag1Z1KvQ56FyMlmbUpZwXixEIopBaK-PDeAmst13Gxkt3VdeJf75KDXkmwg8Vwp5GJyTg2cRjoS/s320/180812_10150408173725788_755270787_17329444_3500753_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Turner and I :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnn6LxaKAZ9YXmZBzn6HjjkQqhPNOwXOZ-UHv3Mg8SMmVwKUPP14lYeBgpdGEPU4rrIGNKtqilD5YtCNP95Fv97pVDN-leltgbuL2qaJyPsIAzgvo7TVo73ZGAAY0-5UiI83V6bsSnNZUh/s1600/163230_488045682376_505377376_6307095_76179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnn6LxaKAZ9YXmZBzn6HjjkQqhPNOwXOZ-UHv3Mg8SMmVwKUPP14lYeBgpdGEPU4rrIGNKtqilD5YtCNP95Fv97pVDN-leltgbuL2qaJyPsIAzgvo7TVo73ZGAAY0-5UiI83V6bsSnNZUh/s320/163230_488045682376_505377376_6307095_76179_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My nieces were in New Mexico to greet us after we returned back from the holidays. I love them sooo much!! Seriously... how cute are they?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Side story- someone pulled the fire alarm our last day there. Do you know how difficult it is to transfer over a hundred old people outside not knowing if there was really a fire? It was hard- some are grumpy, some are over 400lbs and need special machines to lift them out of bed, some our on oxygen... you get the idea. I wheeled out as many as I could and was sprinting (yes, sprinting) in and out of that building like they were my own family. Toward the end I was in charge of the hardest patient to get out because nobody could "deal with him". He refused. He would listen to anyone. He kept swearing and saying things like "leave me here to die in the fire, I won't tell anyone." I got him outside by distracting him with conversations. I chatted with him about his kids, his home town, his baseball career. He would tell a story then look around and say "why the hell am I out here? This is so stupid. No no no!! Take me back to my bed!!" After about a half hour we were almost half way around the building- I said "um, hello (so and so)!!! If this was a real fire we would be dead by now... I'm about to throw your on my back and run you to where we are suppose to meet everyone." He laughed. Yep- laughed!! He never cracked a smile. He looked at me and said "why can't you be my nurse? You are the best!" Aw.... melted my heart. I fell in love with that man and will make it a point to continue visiting him!!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijszGSTj-4FDgqQOVMRIO0RpunQljKfcGIDZsaD385Gv9o42Nrm4TjYMzb5SRKZciPFAyj_yq_5Pp1yrMaOi4YnIXjQvpQofpy8W0LeMQoOw-BGPq9yHhj8fASBijN8fph-r_jnZba-6Kk/s1600/261271_10150211981482377_505377376_7422328_1857262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijszGSTj-4FDgqQOVMRIO0RpunQljKfcGIDZsaD385Gv9o42Nrm4TjYMzb5SRKZciPFAyj_yq_5Pp1yrMaOi4YnIXjQvpQofpy8W0LeMQoOw-BGPq9yHhj8fASBijN8fph-r_jnZba-6Kk/s320/261271_10150211981482377_505377376_7422328_1857262_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We went camping for a few nights with some awesome friends!!<br />
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We are in the middle of some pretty big and awesome things now. Hopefully it will be less then 2 months before I can share and update!! dom dom dom......Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440498352969443102.post-42323148982485366992011-05-16T20:01:00.000-07:002011-05-16T20:01:59.870-07:00Happy Happy One Year!!!Yesterday marked our one year anniversary of marriage. We made it through one year... that's a big accomplishment!- says Erik. We heard from multiple people that the first year of marriage is the most difficult. All I have to say is if that was the most difficult.... I think I'm going to LOVE marriage. After 1 year of marriage, we still are madly in love. We still wake up laughing until I snort, and Erik has tears coming out of his eyes- And we go to bed the same way. I still hate being away from him. I still get butterflies every time I see him. I still love him more and more every day. Now.... It would be silly (and a lie) if I said it was all roses and no struggles or arguments. But the good definitely outweigh the bad on this end! And I am proud to say, the first year of marriage... there was not one night we were both home that we went to bed in separate rooms (and we even have a guest room with a super comfy bed and 2 comfy couches). We took the advice we received from our wedding- "Never go bed bed fighting" and "Make sure to also say I LOVE YOU before you go to bed" very serious. What's the saying? "Never go to bed angry. Stay up and fight." Something like that. Anyway.... "An anniversary is a time to celebrate the joys of today, the memories of yesterday, and the hopes of tomorrow."-Author Unknown. Our wedding day was perfect, the married life has been amazing, and we can't wait to see what the future holds for us!<br /><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/2MgkAx7XA7" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_cVLO5rcEQOs/TSpdVoi7uHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9z_0V08KI_U/s512/none31114.jpg" border="0" />fa</a><br />(Wedding slide show)<br /><br />No need for more pictures (check last post- picture over load).<br /><br />10 reasons I love Erik-<br />1.) I love that he's a dreamer. He could go golfing with my dad one morning and come home and plan step by step how he's going to the "PGA tour". He can think about how long he's been in school and say "I should be a doctor" and then go on and on about how he's going to become a doctor. He can read an article in his "popular mechanics" magazine or watch the discovery channel and come up with all kinds of things he is going to do to take over the world.<br />2.) I love that he's a doer. Everything he does.... he is such a hard worker. He goes full force with school and studying and work and church and housework and finances everything else he takes on. <br />3.) I love his sense of humor. He is constantly cracking me up!!! No joke. Every time we are around my family they are saying "you guys are so stupid" bc he is constantly cracking jokes and I'm constantly laughing (and snorting- I have nasal problems!!).<br />4.) I love the he makes me his number one. Always willing to get me a drink of water or asking if I want a pickle because he knows they are my favorite! He always goes with my "visions" or ridiculous ideas- He goes with the flow with a "whatever you want, Kimber" attitude. He's even watching Dancing with the Stars with my sister and me as we speak. He really loves me :)<br />5.) I love that he makes us a "we". Everything is "we should do this...." or "we can do that..." From the way we spend our money, to the plans we make for date nights to making a game out of who can do the dishes the fastest. He truly makes me feel like we are a team and we are in this together.<br />6.) I love that he is a great listener. Every day when we get home he asks how my day was. He truly cares and asks questions about every aspect of my day. He makes even the insignificant things I say sounds sound important. (good thing this is a quality he has because I talk A LOT! And tell him everything. <br />7.) I love that he is my best friend! I can't get enough of this man. Obviously he is hilarious and everyone loves to be around.... I feel so lucky to get to spend forever with this little character... laughing all the way through lives journey. <br />8.) I love that he is hot. Enough said!!<br />9.) I love that he loves being a husband. He loves sharing a house with me. He is always saying... we need more pictures of us up (our house is literally cluttered in pictures of us). He takes pride in doing yard work. Making our home a home. Helping with chores (love that most about him). Talking about our future. And excited about everything that come with being a "married couple".... especially using the terms "husband" and "wife" as often as possible.<br />10.) I love Erik for being Erik! He is amazing! Simple as that. I love him so much!! <br /><br />P.S. No... We are not pregnant after our first year of marriage. I wish I had a dollar for every time I have been asked that tho (maybe it was the married-life weight gain). We are still selfish and can't share our time with anyone else :). Not to mention.... we kind of enjoy inviting ourselves on vacations with family. This week we are up and leaving to beautiful Mexico to enjoy a relaxing time on the beach!! HAPPY HAPPY ONE YEAR TO US!Kimber and Erikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12702199594933540680noreply@blogger.com1