So I went to the doc and nothing has changed which is good and bad. Good because I have not dilated more and I am not any more thinned. BAD because this babe likes to hide! I had another ultrasound and the tech said the baby is in a squatting position, which makes it very difficult to tell the sex of the baby. She did make a 60% guess after looking for a few minutes. I will not reveal what she said because I will announce it in a cute way IF I EVER FIND OUT! I want to do the nursery before the baby is here and if it is a girl I have the bedding and all the decor, so I will not have to do a lot, BUT if it is a boy we have a cute idea. The walls are already a dark deep barn red, soooo Kev and I want to do a Policeman fireman theme. We already have a lot of NYPD stuff from our trips to new York and with the red wall we will incorporate fireman stuff. So I am anxious to get started. My next ultrasound will be on February 11, so look for the post about what the baby is. I believe that I have decided if this next and FIFTH ultrasound we do not find out what we are having then I might as well be done and assume we are meant to be surprised!
I will also post a pregnancy pic by next week also. Right now it would be a waste since I am not showing. I think people do not believe I am pregnant and think that I am one of those psycho people who have told everyone they are having a baby but were never really pregnant, because when people at work or in my ward talk to me weekly they are constantly looking at my tummy. I can see they are searching for the "bump." Believe me I am too!
I am happy to say that I feel the babe move now and that has been a wonderful blessing. It has taken away anxiety and allowed Kevin to bond. It is so weird but when I try and nudge the baby to get it to move it never does, but when Kev lays his warm hand on my tummy it ALWAYS moves. He also has this tradition with every kid that I think is so hilarious. He puts his hand on my tummy and puts his mouth really close and shakes my tummy while asking, " Want a Cheeto? Huh, baby you want a cheeto???" Funny thing is I do not like cheetos and everyone of my kids and Kev do. There must be something to that...
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
My Ke'Lao and his broken collar bone.
Feeling the pain.
Luckily Power Rangers were on at the hospital and that kept his mind off the pain.
Keo in his cool hat from Nana and Papa and his nice sling signed by all!
Saturday morning Ke'Lao decided he would be our entertainment and yes he was. He was wearing oversized pajamas and he used them to his advantage. He stuck his arms through his waste band all the way down and out his ankles. He announced he was spider boy and began parading around in a crouched position. I was laughing so hard and so were all my kids and Kaili and Sasha. When the laughter died down he laid on his back and said he was a bat. Then he decided he would be a bat and spin in the air still in a crouched position and still with his hands through his pants. This is when I heard the snap. He spun around and had no hands to brace his fall, but his right shoulder hit right in the right spot to break his clavicle. I was not sure at the time it was broken but when he hid his face and could not stop crying I knew it was not good. I woke Kevin up and had him look at it. It was then that we noticed a small knot and his pain was getting worse. Kevin and I took him to the ER and it was there that they took an X-ray and announced that it was busted:(
He was so strong when the triage nurse checked him in he stopped crying and just tried to stay strong. When we got in our room he let the tears fall, then when he saw Power Rangers he was able to keep his mind off of it. I have had to remind him that it is OK to cry and it is OK to say something hurts. I cannot believe a 5 year old can try so hard to be brave and strong.
I just have to say the he did amazing for breaking his bone. It was an A-frame break and we find out tomorrow if he needs to have surgery. I really hope he does not need surgery. He has done amazing and tried his best not to complain or even ask for the medication, Kev and I have had to make sure he takes it and remind him why it hurts and that he has to be careful. I love him so much and only wish I would have had the video camera to show off his hilarious spider boy!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Bye, bye to 8 inches :(
Ku'uipo has had it in her mind that she wanted her hair to be short. I would not listen. It has been months that she wanted this and it has been months that I have not. I grew up always having long hair. I loved my long hair, not to mention my mom loved loved it. She always said she could never grow her hair that long and she wanted her girls to be able to have long hair. I did not chop it all off until 2 1/2 years ago. I decided that if Kevin was OK with it and Ku'uipo was positive she wanted to do it, then I would support her. I did warn her that I would cry and cry I did....
Her hair right before.
Hair after the wash. She was so excited. It was right after this that it was chopped off, and I could not even bring myself to take pictures. I could barely see through my eyes with all the tears and sniffles. I mean she is beautiful anyways but I love her hair and I love the way I could do it when it was long. Kevin just laughed and laughed at me. I smacked him a few times. He said it is like crying over spilled milk---Ya right, I can clean that up in 30 seconds but it takes years to grow your hair back!!
Here she is with a piece of the long hair chopped off. I was staying very composed until we walked out and Kevin looked at me and smiled and then the serious tears began to fall! I do not even know why, I had no clue I was so invested in her hair. It is not even my own!
The back. It is very silky and very thick.
This is it, I just quickly dried it and curled it out. It is very thick and bouncy. She keeps twirling around and loving it and I guess that is all that matters. I am happy that she is not so attached to her hair that she hides behind it. I think I did that for a long time and it did feel good to cut it. I am also happy she is not the one crying because that would be even harder to deal with!!!Friday, January 16, 2009
Ku'uipo's Baptism.
Ku'uipo and Ku'uipo. This is my longest and most wonderful friend Ku'uipo. I named my Ku'uipo after her knowing what a wonderful example she would be to her. She supports us in everything even with her own busy family. We love both of you so much.
Ku'uipo and her sweet Nana.
Ku'uipo and her wonderful Papa.
Brother and sis. Kee'Onu gave the talk on the Holy Ghost and it was absolutely amazing and it too made me cry! Love you Kee'Onu
One of Ku'uipo's best friends Abbie and one of my best friends Stacie Hanson who was so nice to help with the food right after the baptism. Love her.
Glowing Ku'uipo and my honey Kevin
Me, Kevin and Ku'uipo right after she was baptized
Ku'uipo right before she was baptized.
This day was a lovely and spiritually uplifting day. I did not know that this day would be filled with the spirit as it was. I guess that I thought it would be really stressful and much too busy, but it was so perfect. Thanks to my mom, dad, Kevin's mom and dad and Stacie Hanson. I have a lot of people who support me and I just love them all so much.
Ku'uipo's baptism was at 9AM and amazingly enough we were early. Imagine that. Ku'uipo looked beautiful and sweet as ever in her all white dress. She was so happy and excited. Kevin baptized her and when she came out of the water she had a smile from ear to ear and just glowed. I went in the dressing room with her to help her change and she was so cute. She was all wet and I couldn't stop myself from hugging her and whispering in her ear that she was perfect! She said, "I know," with a huge grin. I just cannot believe how spiritual this day was for me as well as her. I just want her to know how proud I am of her and her decision. I am so thankful to have a valiant daughter of God, I thank my Heavenly Father for blessing me to have her in my life. We love you so much Ku'uipo!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
My time to vent!
So Kevin swears that I am meant to enjoy this pregnancy but I have yet to do so. I mean the best part of the pregnancy is to be able to feel the baby move and share it with the kids and Kevin. Well that is not happening! I mean yes I have felt the baby move maybe a total of 6 times, but because my placenta is in the front it is just like the babe is kicking a pillow. So that is sad.
Now, I am happy that I am not vomiting everyday and I am only nauseated a few hours a day, however I am now anemic which comes with all its own symptoms that are so annoying at the time I should be having energy. I am tired, pale, and suffer from horrible headaches that can sometimes turn into migraines. Now when I say I am tired I don't mean--Oh I am just having a hard time getting out of bed, I mean I could sleep until 3PM everyday and then when I do get up I am fighting the urge to stay in bed.
Sweet Kevin went and got me the most disgusting tasting liquid iron you can imagine. Yuck Yuck. But it is supposed to work faster and better than the pill. He has also been very good at getting me to eat red meat like steak because that is what the doc told him would help. So love you Kev and I hope all this passes soon.
Sorry for the complaining but hey it might make me feel better.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy and Merry New Year!
Oh my goodness did we ever have a blessed new years eve party at my moms and dads. The wonderful night was supposed to as planned but as Murphy's law will have it it was not! I was getting ready to go to my parents for a lovely dinner and afterwards go on a ride-along with Kevin while my mom and dad and granny had a party for all the children.
It all began when I fell on my driveway and hit the ice like a ton of bricks. I lay there for a while because the ice actually felt pretty good under my bruised and injured body. Then the fear set in that I hit my belly where the baby is. Kevin got mad at me because I would not get up, but I did not want to get up because I knew I would fall right down again, hence Murphy's law. So big strong arming Kevin grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up as though I was light as a feather...Then the limping and cramping began. I got into my bed after changing out of my wet clothes and lay there, and worry, and lay there and think. About an hour later the cramping stopped and I thought all was well. I got up to play games with the family. I still was feeling weird and not well. Anyways the next day (New Years Eve) I had a lot to do for Ku'uipo's baptism so I bucked up and off we went. The cramping returned within an hour and I decided that I needed to get home and rest. I lay in bed for a bit and yet I never felt good. I started to think about how weird this pregnancy is I mean: I am still throwing up at nearly 18 weeks and that NEVER happens, I am still in all my pre-pregnancy clothes, Even jeans I have not fit in for a year (thanks to lovely nursing school), and most of all I am not feeling the baby move at all! This is my biggest worry. By now it is 4:30 and I have to be at my moms at 5 and still go to the store. I get up to go and realize I am bleeding and cramping and now I am crying.
I call my mom and Kev and the doc. All who say I must go to the ER. I am afraid to go because I do not want to find out bad news. but the doc says the fall could have caused this or the high dose of blood thinner that I am on and she wants me to be sure that the baby is alive. That is when the tears and the hyperventilating sets in. My dear dad comes to pick me and all the kids up and drop me off at the ER..(the hospital I work at). Kevin is working and in uniform, but he meets me there and "escorts" me inside. I have been crying and have the nice black stained tear stained mascara face. No words are said just sympathetic glances exchanged. The triage nurse takes my vitals while Kevin stands behind me. Believe it or not there is some humor here in this story......
After I am checked the nurse takes me back to a room with a glass view and doors that shut behind them. On the way there I see several fellow employees who look at me and then look at Kevin who is walking behind me. I think to myself that there is a weird vibe but maybe they feel sad for me because of my tear stained face. Anyways, the nurse tells me to change in the gown and leaves the room. Then Kevin tells me--"They put you in the psych unit room. That door right there is locked from the outside, you cannot get out unless they let you out." I think that is strange, but maybe they are full.
The nurse tries to use the dopple to find the heartbeat but cannot. The crying begins again! I am scared. I am quickly taken to ultrasound and it is there that she finds the baby and the heartbeat. ALL IS WELL WITH THE BABE. I do however get some unsettling news about my placenta. It is anterior, or in the front of my belly. This could be why I do not feel the baby growing, and also why I am not growing as quickly as normal, however I will find out on Friday if because of the placenta placement I may need to have hysterectomy with the delivery. Kevin says if that is the case then it is God's way of telling me I am done. I would rather God make the decision than any doctor in the world. So I will know how severe and serious this issue is later, but for now the BABE is FINE!!!
Once the ultrasound is done I am taken back to my room, some blood drawn and I tell the nurse I have a party to go to and I am leaving. She is good with that but has some funny news. She tells me that all the nurses and techs and even some doctors want to know what is going on with her patient in 12--That is me in 12. She said they all thought that I was escorted in by Kevin the OFFICER due to some mentally violent or disabling situation, and I was put into a psych room. They are all interested in why I am a psych patient and yet a fellow nurse. HOW EMBARRASSING! Kevin said he figured that but did not tell me because he knew how stressed out I was about the baby so decided to be quiet. I laughed and told her she had all my permission to tell every person out there that I am not a psych mental patient and that I was there for a pregnancy reason. She laughed and said she would. Now I wonder do I ever dare to go to work again.. I just may be known as the mental psych nurse----Watch out for her!
Next, the doc comes in and tells me I have strict orders of things that I cannot do for the next 3 days, which I hate because I have the baptism to get ready for but the babe is more important than a clean house......I guess!!
Once at my moms there is a lovely dinner of prime rib and all other sorts. After eating poor Ke'lao decides he is ill and vomits in his hand. He is trying with desperate eyes to know where to finish the vomit he started, as soon as I tell him it is OK he spews it all over the carpet--Nana's old yucky purple carpet so that was good. While my dad is cleaning it up the whiff I get causes me to gag and run to the bathroom. Once I am under control he is bathed and changed. Then he vomits again and again and again. It was so sad he was so sick. He was brave though and tried to have fun.
Ku'uipo has had this groin pain that flared up so bad at my moms that she could not walk and was in extreme pain. So she was on one side of me and Keo on the other. It was one lovely new years.
I do hope that last night is not a future reference for the 2009 to come. However, today everyone is doing much better and I just have to say that I love my family so much. I am so thankful for my blessings and the gospel. I have a very supportive and loving family. I am happy to be here and hope the year to come is filled with more happy memories and humorous times! Love you all!!!!
It all began when I fell on my driveway and hit the ice like a ton of bricks. I lay there for a while because the ice actually felt pretty good under my bruised and injured body. Then the fear set in that I hit my belly where the baby is. Kevin got mad at me because I would not get up, but I did not want to get up because I knew I would fall right down again, hence Murphy's law. So big strong arming Kevin grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up as though I was light as a feather...Then the limping and cramping began. I got into my bed after changing out of my wet clothes and lay there, and worry, and lay there and think. About an hour later the cramping stopped and I thought all was well. I got up to play games with the family. I still was feeling weird and not well. Anyways the next day (New Years Eve) I had a lot to do for Ku'uipo's baptism so I bucked up and off we went. The cramping returned within an hour and I decided that I needed to get home and rest. I lay in bed for a bit and yet I never felt good. I started to think about how weird this pregnancy is I mean: I am still throwing up at nearly 18 weeks and that NEVER happens, I am still in all my pre-pregnancy clothes, Even jeans I have not fit in for a year (thanks to lovely nursing school), and most of all I am not feeling the baby move at all! This is my biggest worry. By now it is 4:30 and I have to be at my moms at 5 and still go to the store. I get up to go and realize I am bleeding and cramping and now I am crying.
I call my mom and Kev and the doc. All who say I must go to the ER. I am afraid to go because I do not want to find out bad news. but the doc says the fall could have caused this or the high dose of blood thinner that I am on and she wants me to be sure that the baby is alive. That is when the tears and the hyperventilating sets in. My dear dad comes to pick me and all the kids up and drop me off at the ER..(the hospital I work at). Kevin is working and in uniform, but he meets me there and "escorts" me inside. I have been crying and have the nice black stained tear stained mascara face. No words are said just sympathetic glances exchanged. The triage nurse takes my vitals while Kevin stands behind me. Believe it or not there is some humor here in this story......
After I am checked the nurse takes me back to a room with a glass view and doors that shut behind them. On the way there I see several fellow employees who look at me and then look at Kevin who is walking behind me. I think to myself that there is a weird vibe but maybe they feel sad for me because of my tear stained face. Anyways, the nurse tells me to change in the gown and leaves the room. Then Kevin tells me--"They put you in the psych unit room. That door right there is locked from the outside, you cannot get out unless they let you out." I think that is strange, but maybe they are full.
The nurse tries to use the dopple to find the heartbeat but cannot. The crying begins again! I am scared. I am quickly taken to ultrasound and it is there that she finds the baby and the heartbeat. ALL IS WELL WITH THE BABE. I do however get some unsettling news about my placenta. It is anterior, or in the front of my belly. This could be why I do not feel the baby growing, and also why I am not growing as quickly as normal, however I will find out on Friday if because of the placenta placement I may need to have hysterectomy with the delivery. Kevin says if that is the case then it is God's way of telling me I am done. I would rather God make the decision than any doctor in the world. So I will know how severe and serious this issue is later, but for now the BABE is FINE!!!
Once the ultrasound is done I am taken back to my room, some blood drawn and I tell the nurse I have a party to go to and I am leaving. She is good with that but has some funny news. She tells me that all the nurses and techs and even some doctors want to know what is going on with her patient in 12--That is me in 12. She said they all thought that I was escorted in by Kevin the OFFICER due to some mentally violent or disabling situation, and I was put into a psych room. They are all interested in why I am a psych patient and yet a fellow nurse. HOW EMBARRASSING! Kevin said he figured that but did not tell me because he knew how stressed out I was about the baby so decided to be quiet. I laughed and told her she had all my permission to tell every person out there that I am not a psych mental patient and that I was there for a pregnancy reason. She laughed and said she would. Now I wonder do I ever dare to go to work again.. I just may be known as the mental psych nurse----Watch out for her!
Next, the doc comes in and tells me I have strict orders of things that I cannot do for the next 3 days, which I hate because I have the baptism to get ready for but the babe is more important than a clean house......I guess!!
Once at my moms there is a lovely dinner of prime rib and all other sorts. After eating poor Ke'lao decides he is ill and vomits in his hand. He is trying with desperate eyes to know where to finish the vomit he started, as soon as I tell him it is OK he spews it all over the carpet--Nana's old yucky purple carpet so that was good. While my dad is cleaning it up the whiff I get causes me to gag and run to the bathroom. Once I am under control he is bathed and changed. Then he vomits again and again and again. It was so sad he was so sick. He was brave though and tried to have fun.
Ku'uipo has had this groin pain that flared up so bad at my moms that she could not walk and was in extreme pain. So she was on one side of me and Keo on the other. It was one lovely new years.
I do hope that last night is not a future reference for the 2009 to come. However, today everyone is doing much better and I just have to say that I love my family so much. I am so thankful for my blessings and the gospel. I have a very supportive and loving family. I am happy to be here and hope the year to come is filled with more happy memories and humorous times! Love you all!!!!
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