Harper Hospital Stay

 After Harper came into the world we began the hospital stay.  I knew I would be in the hospital for at least three days, which ended up being 5.  Luckily, Brent was able to stay with me the vast majority of the time only leaving a few times for work and to get showered.  

 Overall it was an easy stay.  I don't think I ever slept for more than 2 hours but at that point it didn't seem to bother me.

 Harper had plenty of guest who brought her adorabel little headbands.  Thanks Sarah!

 Brent was such a champ.  He slept and worked all from that little couch, although he demonstrated his true fatherhood, when he didn't wake up when she cried.

I have to admit, I didn't mind being in the hospital.  After the first day Harper had lost more than 10% of her body weight (which is a big no no) so I made it my mission to make sure she ate.  Finally, a nurse came in and burped Harper harder than I had ever seen until she spit up a ton of amniotic fluid. She ate like a champ and made up all the weight loss before we left the hospital.

 I feel like I learned a lot about new babies.  For the most part Harper slept on my stomach, which the nurse said was because she could feel my heartbeat and it smelled like amniotic fluid, which simulated being in the womb.  

 Every now and then I would make Brent switch me places because I was a little stir crazy.  I was able to get me IV out on the second day, which was by far the worst part of sitting in the hospital room.

One irritation Brent had was with the lactation staff.  The hospital stated they were a "Baby First" Hospital (meaning they promoted ONLY breast feeding, so basically if you choose to not breast feed you are probably going to hell, don't love your child and are obviously a terrible mother).  Not only did they encourage breast feeding but they also believed the use of a binki was a forbidden sin.  Many times we were caught with one in our room (not even in her mouth) and got disgusted looks and comments from the staff.  Luckily Toren, to proclaimed Binki King, basically told use to ignore them.  I am all for breast feeding and pump to get Harper those nutrients but I don't need random Nurse No-Name to make me feel worse for making my own decisions, that are best for mine and Harper's well being and relationship.  I guess we will know in 30 years if I have scarred her with the use of the binki or bottle. 

This was probably my favorite view of the whole stay.  

Harper Anne Birth Story

So the day came... It was time for our little girl to make her appearance.  I had a few contractions the week before but they were only Braxton Hicks so I was sent home, and made it to Tuesday June 4th without incident.  My mom flew in the night before to look for houses.  We stayed up way to late chatting, so I was happy that our appointment got pushed back from 5:30 am to 8:00 am. 

We got there at 8:00 am and met our nurse: Delany.  She was really nice.  Of course the first thing they do it stick an IV in you and get extra fluids running.  I asked if she could hold off on that part but the answer was no.  

I was doing pretty well until about 20 minutes before the procedure and then I FREAKED OUT (mainly on the inside). One of my biggest fears associated with having a c-section is that I would be awake as the doctor did the operation, my hands would be strapped down and the doctor would be CUTTING me open.    While we were in the prep room I was trying to think of ANY excuse to not have the procedure done, but in the end Harper had to come out and this was the only way to do it.

Delany took me into the operating room, Brent had to wait outside until it was time. She could tell I was not okay, so while the doctor was performing the spinal tap.  Getting the spinal tap was less painful than the IV and had I known the c-section would have been without incident I would have been way more relaxed. 

My main concern was that I would be able to feel anything.  Luckily, they didn't ask me if I was willing to go along with this idea anymore.  After I was laid down and in position they hung the curtain and Brent entered and sat down next to me. 

 I was still freaking out, but Brent was FASCINATED!  He would look around the curtain and take pictures of the procedure.  I did not post any of those pictures because they are REALLY REALLY graphic. Brent asked if I wanted to know what was happening, I said no.  After about ten minutes we heard crying. the doctor asked "Do we have a name for her?"   Well Brent and I had been debating between two names for about a month and I told Brent my feelings and then told him he would be choosing.  His answer to the doctor "Uh... I don't know..."

 After getting her cleaned up a bit they asked if Brent wanted to cut the umbilical cord, which he declined.  When we was cleaned, they brought her over so I could say hello.  After just a moment or two Brent and Baby Huntley left to get cleaned up. 

 While I was being sewed up, Brent was in with Baby.  This is when he named her Harper Anne (which is the name I preferred).  He told me that he just couldn't remember the other name so he knew she was meant to be Harper.

 As soon as I got back into recovery with Brent and Harper it was time to be mommy.  She was ready to cuddle and eat.

Overall the c-section was no big deal.  I could feel that I was being touched but that was it.  Harper entered the world at 10:35 am on June 4th 2013.  She weighed 7 lbs 2 ounces, was 20 inches long and  was absolutely perfect!

More about our stay in the hospital to come!

Investment House Issues to be Addressed

Sink

The Tub Grout.  You can pull back the flooring enough to barely get a finger in.

Kitchen Grout (let me know what you think about resealing this) 

The flooring isn't coming up but it looks like it might start pretty soon. 

New Investment Property Tour

This is standing at the entrance of the home.  If you turn right you have the option to go upstairs (which you can see) or use the half bath, which is directly in front of the stairs.  If you go straight you will go into the living room, have access to the garage or the coat closet.  If you turn left you will enter the dining room and kitchen.  We will turn left first.

This is from the archway from the entrance hallway.  This is the dining area on the left and the kitchen on the right.

 This picture is standing in where you would put the dining room table.  The kitchen looks out over the family room but to access the family room you have to go back out to entrance way. 

This picture is from the corner of the kitchen (to the left of the sink) on the family room side of the counter top.

These are the doors that are across the room from the previous picture.  The left door leads to the garage, the right is the coat closet

  The garage

 The closet

 This is the family room from the opposite corner of the above picture.

Back at the entry way if you turn right and then right again, you will be in the half bath, which is below.

 This is the picture from the stairs looking down.

 At the top of the stairs you can go left or right.  If you go right you will enter the loft.  Taking the left will lead you to the laundry closet, guest bedroom and master bedroom.

 Turning right, this is the loft

This picture is from the stair landing facing left.  You can see the laundry closet.  If you turn right at the wash closet you will go into the guest bedroom.  If you turn left you head into the master bedroom.

Guest bedroom.  The guest bathroom is on the left of this picture.

Guest bathroom.

 This is the master bedroom from the door way

From the opposite Corner, the doorway you are seeing is the bathroom

Vanity from the bed room.  The doorway you are seeing if the closet.

Across from the vanity is the tub

Closet.

 That is the house!

Stories from the Second Trimester ( A Too Honest Account)

Reminder: This blog is specifically for me, so read at your own wanting.

The first trimester was gone and the second had arrived.  It had taken forever to do so but I can't complain.  At week 14 the morning sickness had finally waned and I was feeling back to myself.  I was able to get back into the gym every day and continue my normal routines.  Unfortunately, I was still in total denial   Pregnancy is not something I really wanted to acknowledge or talk about.  It still seemed to unreliable to be excited about it.  So I kept my mouth shut and most of my thoughts to myself.

      As I mentioned in the first trimester blog, my Heavenly Father really blessed me with insights into this pregnancy.  About six weeks into the second trimester you get to find out the sex.  Brent and I never had any question that we would in fact find out. A little back story:  On my side there is four little grandsons and no grand daughters, so I wanted a girl.  Yea, I only wanted a girl to have the first girl.  It has been that was for years.  I remember in January I was walking up the stairs and just like the "It worked" revelation I thought "You don't have a little penis inside of you"  (my dad is CRINGING right now) but that is what came to my mind.  It was such a matter of fact thing that there was no reason to question it.  Two weeks later it was confirmed, we were having a girl. Once again, I wasn't surprised.

The next big milestone was feeling her kick.  My doctor said it would be around 21 weeks.  He must really know his stuff because 3 days into my 21st week I thought I felt her for the first time. I was laying in bed with this happened so I grabbed Brent's hand.  I felt one or two small kicks and then there was one huge one.  I guess she just wanted to say hi to dad. From there I only felt her off and on throughout the week. There were a few times I was tempted to google it, but I kept with my doctors advice and never used google advice to tell me about my pregnancy.

Right around 22 weeks I started to show.  Yes, for the girl who works really hard to stay "fit" this was kinda traumatic, since I still hadn't really addressed actually being pregnant.  I feel like I keep saying that I was aloof and it probably doesn't make sense.  So here is an example.  At 26 weeks I called my mom, and said I had looked at baby clothes and she responded "Finally! I was starting to get really worried about you."  This was my first wake up call that I needed to start being more active in my pregnancy.  Despite being scared of it all going wrong I picked up the baby book and began to force myself to be more "about" my pregnancy. I will admit that I am still not there but now I am in my third trimester so you get to wait!

Mental State

I have actually been just fine.  Brent and I hear stories about crazy pregnant women. Brent really has nothing to respond back.  I am almost a little lucky because I have been nesting.  That means my house has been pretty clean, I have been cooking more and I am more about getting things done around my house. Since I started working on being excited about being pregnant, everything about the pregnancy became more exciting!  It was just something I personally have to work on.

Physical State

Physically I felt just fine.  I ate breakfast, packed fruit and veggies for snacks during the day, small lunch and normal dinner.  

Overall Experience

It wasn't bad at all.  I felt like I just kept waiting to really feel and be pregnant. I really have to start being more careful what I wish for!

Stories from the First Trimenster ( A Too Honest Account)

   On Monday I will be 31 weeks pregnant and  I really haven't thought too much, let alone blog, about my pregnancy.  This blog is for me, which means it may seem a bit dramatic but it is honestly how I have felt during this time. So here it is...  Enjoy

Back Story

   Brent and I had been trying to start a family for roughly 18 months the first time I got pregnant in January 2012.  After some failed fertility assistance, we became pregnant all on our own. This was a huge surprise but at the 6 week appointment we discovered the baby wasn't growing.  I thought I could wait to miscarry naturally but after two weeks of mental anguish and hormonal insanity, I decided to have the doctor assist us. Three weeks after that, I became pregnant again in March 2012, not realizing it until later April.  Now some people say getting pregnant was an accident when it wasn't, trust me when I say I didn't realize I could even get pregnant at that point.  Due to the short time between the surgery and conceiving my body wasn't prepared to carry a baby and after a few ultrasounds, we discovered the baby had once again not developed. This time I was able to take medication that began the miscarry process in June 2012.

   That was pretty terrible to live through, but honestly I see a lot of blessing in those experiences.  I got to see my husband's unwavering faith that we would have a family.  I was able to know that I could in fact become pregnant which I wasn't sure of only six months before.  I got the assurance that I really was ready to start a family. I was also able to pray to my Heavenly Father that I could handle it and every time I would receive the same answer, that it would all be okay.  If you have never miscarried it is hard to understand the pain that goes with it or the lasting effects.

First Trimester Timeline of Events

      After two miscarriages in six months I needed a break.  It had been nearly two years of trying and we were exhausted.  In August, we decided to start trying again, but I was so tired of talking about pregnancy, getting pregnant and getting everyone's hopes up so we decided not to tell anyone.  It was a month later that I became pregnant.  After such a rough year, Heavenly Father blessed me with little insights.  The first insight I had with this was only days after trying.  Just like a flash of light, I knew it had worked and I was pregnant.  I didn't tell anybody because I could have easily been kidding myself but when the test(s) came up positive I wasn't surprised. If you are counting, that means I had been pregnant three times in a nine month span... insanity!

   With my first two pregnancy I instantly gained 5 pounds and became very emotional. With this pregnancy I gained no weight and was emotionally fine (Brent may dispute this but I was). Instead of those symptoms, I just got really really sick.  Morning sickness was terrible. I was worried this meant things were bad and once again I would miscarry.  Luckily, my doctor was sympathetic and scheduled a few ultrasounds.  The first was too early to hear a heart beat so we had to wait another 4 days, it should have been 7 days but I couldn't wait that long, if this wasn't going to work I couldn't drag it out.  At the second ultrasound we saw the blinking light that we had never been able to see before.  I was really amazed and grateful.  My eyes got watery and it was like I took the first breath in a year.  I could have stared at that blinking light for hours.

    The doctor spoke to us after and that was the first time I realized I knew almost everything about the science behind getting pregnant (seriously I know way way too much) but I knew nothing about actually being pregnant.  My doctor gave me his normal speech which basically told me to live my life normally.  I could eat/drink anything I want but if it looked sketchy  I was to steer clear, just like I normally would. I could work out and travel as I always had. His one big rule is NO GOOGLE.  If I have a question or concern I am to call him and not rely on some dramatic or wrong internet post board. These sounded like rules I could live by.

   Although we had a heart beat, mentally I wasn't really able to believe it.  Brent and I jokingly decided that part of the problem with the first two was that we gave the babies nick names of small items (widget and dot) so this time around we gave it a larger nickname, Refrigerator, so we cautiously told our families that we were currently growing a Refrigerator.

   Every November my work has a large Gala/Auction.  I was really excited about getting all dressed up and bought a fabulous dress before I knew I was pregnant.  Unfortunately, the week of the gala my morning sickness kicked into high gear and fostered by some terrible medication I became even more sick. I broke down at work from being super sick and crazy, which landed me in urgent care.  Everything with the baby was fine but the medication was tormenting me.  Brent and I had already booked our tickets to Thailand for Thanksgiving.  At my worst moment I was sitting in bed crying because I knew I would never make it as sick as I was. I have to give props to Brent who really handled the whole situation like a champ.  He worked from home, bought me anything he thought would help (even though none of it did), and let me say/do anything I thought would help (even though none of it did).  I really LOVE that man. After it left my system I was still sick 24 hours a day but at least I was in my right mind.  Sadly, this happened the week of the gala and I had to return my dress two days later unused. I am still a little sad about that.

   Over the next few weeks I was still REALLY sick. I lost a total of ten pounds but managed to work out 3 times a week and kept down as much food as I could. Thailand was its own adventure with its own blog posts.  I was still sick but managed to see everything with a ton of AMAZING experiences.

   On the 50 hour flight home, I started to spot a little bit (TMI Sorry).  After a few days of increased amounts, I was getting worried. I was 12 weeks along and which is still very common to miscarry at. My internal argument began; part of me knew it was very normal and part of me was freaking out.  I decided to call my doctor and let them decide what I should do.  I love my doctor because I was told to come in for an ultrasound.  Brent and I were both convinced it would be bad news.  This is part of the "conditioning" of miscarriage.  If you always expect bad news you are never devastated.  It is a messed-up coping mechanism, but it really helped me the first and second time around.

   As soon as the wand touch my stomach, I saw the baby hop up and down.  I ask "Was that because I was moving?"  The technician (a super cute girl) said "Nope that was the baby hopping up and down."

 

     Did you know babies jump? I had no idea they could jump at 12 weeks.  It was a really awe-inspiring experience to see a little baby growing.  A week later I went to my 13 week check up.  Everything was perfectly normal.

Mental State

     This will be short since I feel like part of the picture was already painted above.  My mental state in the first trimester was denial.  To clarify it was not that I didn't want to be pregnant, but that I had yet to have a good experience with being pregnant.  I was making sure that if things went wrong I would be able to survive it and try again in the future.  This was definitely difficult because everyone around me (at work, church, friends ect) were so excited about it and beside being sick I didn't really recognize what was happening inside of me.  In the first trimester my pregnancy wasn't real.  I didn't read baby books, I wasn't looking at different cribs, we weren't discussing names, I didn't care to look at baby clothes or diapers or anything else. When people asked me how things are going I could only ever say "I just feel a little sick". Overall, I really didn't want to make the pregnancy into a big deal.  I know this put a few people out because I wasn't reacting in the expected manner, but I didn't really have the expected experience either.

    Let me stress that this reaction was not due to fact that I didn't want to be pregnant, because I very much did.  This wasn't even a truly conscious decision, so for the first trimester my mental state was truly thinking that any day I would get a call saying something had gone wrong.  With that expectation I put all my focus on  being sick not on being pregnant. If you think it is an unhealthy reaction, I would congratulate you because you are right it isn't healthy, but I don't think it was totally messed up either.

Physical State

     Sick.  Very Very Very Sick. 

Overall Experience

     It was a first trimester.  I am grateful that I had family and friends to be excited when I was more aloof.  I am really grateful that I had so many women who had been through it before and could give me some remedies to rid myself of the sickness.  I am most grateful for every time I got to see the baby.  I think those are the only times in the entire first trimester that I really was able to be excited about having a baby.  I am REALLY grateful for the technology that let me have those experiences, because those were by far the most special.

T. Blair Evans

Last month, my grandfather passed away.  This is not something that was totally unexpected but the final weeks went by a lot quicker than expected.

I wanted to do a blog to record what a remarkable man my grandfather was.

I consider myself very lucky that I was able to live close to all my grandparents.  It is because of frequent visits that I was able to really begin to understand who my grandfather was and what a wonderful man he is, because he very easily could be misunderstood.  It is also because of his proximity I was able to understand and appreciate the greatness of this man as well as his quirks.  

His practical and efficient understanding of the world is definitely something I, and most of my family have inherited. It is because of this outlook that he was so successful in many aspects of his life.  This propelled him to success in his work life, who actually created an award named after him due to his success.  After his retirement, he adopted a module used at work to help different church auxiliaries to evaluate their own productive and goal completion. Even after he had left work, my grandpa saw how the work he did could benefit more than just his employer.

He was not one to tell stories or waste time, he was much more by the facts.  I remember once I asked him to tell me about his childhood, he quickly responded "I already wrote my life history, read that and let me know if you had questions."  Like I mentioned, he is quirky but right, why write a book if you plan to tell the story anyway?  It was this honesty that made my him so trustworthy.  When I brought over a prom dress to show my grandmother, she fussed all about how wonderful it looked.  When I showed my grandpa he said with a grim face "That actually looks very nice."  My grandmothers words helped me feel great at the prom, but my grandpas words are the reason I still own that dress today.  Because he said the dress looked nice I knew that it really really did.

My grandfather was truly converted and dedicated to the work of the Lord.  He served in many capacities including bishop, stake president and in the Oregon Temple presidency.  Because of his righteousness he was able to seal most of his grandchildren, including Brent and I, in the temple for time and all eternity.  He understood the blessing that came for holding tight to the gospel and living our lives in accordance with the gospel. The family that my grandpa left behind is also something I have always been impressed with.  Not simply because I am apart of it, but because his five children and numerous grandchildren  and great grandchildren have grown up with an understanding of the importance and great blessing of the gospel. 

It was not until much later in life that I realized how supportive and loving my grandfather was towards my grandmother.  He was practical and her family was a bunch of big thinkers and dreamers. I think he provided her stability but he never squandered his "free" side.  My grandmother was a painter, writer, illustrator, and quilter.  Not only did he support her in these efforts but he took her books and transferred them to electronic forms so they could be distributed to kids and grandkids.  I always saw my grandmothers art hung around their home.  These small things made me realized that my grandpa truly was a supportive companion and truly loved my grandmother. There marriage is one that I gain much insight from.    

My grandmother was the one who kept in touch with all the doings of the kids and grandkids. When I was taking a trip to Mexico, my grandma became very worried. She had watched a news show about how blonde girls were aducted from mexico because of the rarity of that trait. I thought it was a silly concern and luckily was right.  After she passed away, my grandfather tried his hardest to pick up the slack.  This was not one of his talents.  Whenever I would call him I would have to remind him who I was before chatting.  Last November, I called to tell my grandpa I was pregnant.  After confirming this was our first, I also mentioned that we were about to travel to Thailand.  Almost immediately  my grandpa told me that I had better consider not going because of that little baby.  His worry and concern reminded me of my grandmother.  Although both concerns seemed silly to me, the love expressed by both grandparents is something I will always treasure.  It is was really then that although my grandfather had trouble being updated like my grandma, he still had the same love she did. 

There are so many things about my grandpa that I love, most of which I now realize are hard to articulate.  One of the things I will probably miss the most is all the stories.  As I mentioned, my grandfather is not a story-teller but he gave everyone around him stories to tell.  I personally have to many to share.

I am so grateful that Brent and I were able to celebrate my grandfathers life, and I am more blessed to know that he is currently with my grandmother, sharing the gospel in the after life.  His example is one that I am blessed to have in my life.  All of my grandparents have provided me with love and examples of how I can live my life.