When the little man gets cranky and I can't calm him down I just hand him over to Dad
Can you hold me like that? I would love to get some sleep!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
THAT HAD TO HURT!
Maggie and Zoe were playing nicely together in the bedroom.
Then we hear Zoe crying.
This is what we saw when she came out of the room...
Then we hear Zoe crying.
This is what we saw when she came out of the room...
She tried climbing up on Maggies bed and slipped. Her cheeck met the corner of the dresser.
OUCH!!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
One Project Down
These babies took me quite some time to complete. I got all my stuff together and ready to go. I traced all the letters onto the paper. I cut one out and went to glue it on the wood. It was backwards. I had to start over.
Then once I got them all cut out the right way I attempted to glue the first letter on. It bubbled and looked horrible. I gave up and walked away. I'm not really sure how long I left that letter sitting out to dry, but when I finally decided to try AGAIN it had dried very nicely and all the bubbles had let themselves out. Crazy, but true. I finished the rest of the letters and actually got them hung on the wall.
A few days went by before I was able to get back to the room with my camera. By that time Maggie had added her own touch to her name. I was mad!
Then once I got them all cut out the right way I attempted to glue the first letter on. It bubbled and looked horrible. I gave up and walked away. I'm not really sure how long I left that letter sitting out to dry, but when I finally decided to try AGAIN it had dried very nicely and all the bubbles had let themselves out. Crazy, but true. I finished the rest of the letters and actually got them hung on the wall.
A few days went by before I was able to get back to the room with my camera. By that time Maggie had added her own touch to her name. I was mad!
Monday, January 11, 2010
When I Try to Rest
All of the sudden everyone wants to be on top of me!
I don't try to rest anymore!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Shaina's Visit
After Wyatt's trip to the ER everyone thought it might be a good idea for me to have some help. Shaina was available and accepted the challenge. Her main resposibility was to get Maggie to school and back, but she also played with Zoe during the day. It was so nice to be able to rest a couple of the days she was here.
Thanks for all your help Shaina!
Thank you Lisha and Tracy for letting her come visit!
She didn't really like the idea of pictures so I only got a few while she was here. At least I have some proof!
Thanks for all your help Shaina!
Thank you Lisha and Tracy for letting her come visit!
She didn't really like the idea of pictures so I only got a few while she was here. At least I have some proof!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
A Trip to the ER
We had a wonderful day and a half of getting to know our little Wyatt before we had to get him back to the hospital. We were concerned about how much he had been gagging/choking and spitting up, but just figured we had a spitter. Neither of the girls were spitters so this was new to us. Good thing we have a bunch of burp rags!
During my stay at the hospital after having Wyatt I had the chance to watch the news a few times. There was a storm coming through Utah and Wyoming and it was supposed to be pretty bad. Lots of snow predicted for Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Mom and Dad were going to be bringing the girls home on Friday, but with this storm coming they decided to try for Thursday. I was so happy to be getting my girls home, and to be able to see Mom, Dad, Mandi, Sadie and Kinley. There were a few things we needed to do before they got here so Glenn headed out to run some errands while I stayed home and got things ready.
My phone had been out of service for a few days and for some reason Glenn decided to leave his phone with me. I wondered why since he would be the only person I would call. I was just finishing feeding Wyatt when he left and was just enjoying holding him in my arms for a few minutes before trying to put him down. I was watching his face as he slept hoping to catch one of his cute sleepy smiles when he started to spit up a bit. I reached for a burp rag and just as I turned to wipe his face I was blasted by a vomit geyser. The volume of vomit was enough to scare me and then as I wiped his face I noticed a streak of blood on the burp rag. I pulled his blanket back and started wiping his face I noticed something in the neck of his onesie. I looked at it and just started bawling. It was a clot of blood. There were threads of dark blood throughout the pool of yuck, but the clot scared me to death. What does this mean? What do I do? I couldn't call Glenn. I didn't know how to work his phone to call someone here in town. I couldn't get out of the chair without making a mess everywhere. The only person I could think of to call was Mandi. I'm not sure how she understood anything I was saying to her, but she kept her cool and told me to call 9-1-1.
I called them immediately and they first sent a couple of cops over and then minutes later the ambulance showed up. I had police officers and EMT's at my door and in my living room. I have never been more scared. All I wanted to do was get a hold of Glenn, but had no way of doing so. I really didn't know where he would be or how long before he would get home. The EMT's were great. They were very nice and trying to keep me calm while helping me decide whether to go in the ambulance or wait for Glenn to get home. One of them approached me a few minutes after getting there and told me that he had just been on the phone with the ER Doctor and he highly recommended bringing the baby in immediately. Considering he was only a few days old they knew they needed to get him in quickly. After hearing that the other EMT grabbed him out of my hands and started wrapping him up in blankets. He put him in his car seat and was out the door before I could even process what had just happened.
My heart just about stopped as I climbed into the ambulance. I have not had much experience with ambulances, but I know their purpose and I know that if you are in one you are not in good shape! The whole ride I kept watching out the back door to see if we passed Glenn. I left him a note on the door saying we were on our way to the ER. Not a pleasant note to come home to. I imagined what his reaction would be and how concerned he was going to be. I hoped he would be better under stress than me and he would make it the hospital without any problems.
At some point during all the craziness I was able to get back to Mandi and let her know we had gone in the ambulance and they should just meet us at the hospital. She kept asking me what Glenn was doing, where he was going, what were the errands he was doing. I started getting a little angry, because I had already told her I wasn't totally sure. I knew he was going to get his driver's license and go to Wal Mart, but there some other things he had mentioned that I couldn't remember. I hung up with her and just tried to focus on what was happening with Wyatt.
When we first got to the ER they started poking and prodding and getting his vitals. Luckily for me Glenn walked in before they started trying to get blood and do his IV. Somehow Mandi was able to keep her head and track Glenn down. She had him paged in Wal Mart and luckily enough he was still there to hear it. Thank Heaven! I don't think I could have lasted through all they did without Glenn there. It looked like they were torturing him and I couldn't watch any more. I left the room and one of the nurses offered to walk with me while they worked with him. It's a good thing I left. When I got back Glenn informed me they tried to do the IV in his head. I would not have been OK with that.
They had a very hard time getting his blood. By the time they decided they had enough to take to the lab Wyatt was exhausted and so was I. We didn't get much time to breath before they came back with the results. His white blood cell count was dangerously low and they were now getting ready to do a spinal tap on him. While they were explaining the procedure to us I couldn't take anymore and just broke down. They had me leave the room again while Glenn helped them hold Wyatt for the procedure. It took quite a while and a couple of tries before they got what they needed. Glenn said Wyatt did really well. He didn't even cry and the only time he jumped was when they put the cold iodine on his back. The results of the spinal tap would be the deciding factor of whether we had to stay for two days or two weeks. Either way we were going to be there a while so they got us into a room.
For some reason once we got into the room they had to adjust his IV as well as figure out how to put a onesie on him around all the tubes. Again he got pretty upset and decided that cuddling up to Dad's arm was a safe place to rest.
They were unsuccessful at getting the IV in on the first try. Poor guy has veins like his Mother apparently.
This looks so uncomfortable to me! The IV alone is bad enough, but then they had to tape his fingers down to prevent as much movement as possible. I actually get a little claustrophobic just looking at this.
I know this is not the way any Grandparent wants to meet their new Grandson, but I am so glad that Mom and Dad were able to be here with us for most of the day. Mandi and the kids spent their time in the waiting room. Most certainly no the way the were expecting to spend their day. Sorry guys! Hopefully you can come back soon and actually get to play.
During my stay at the hospital after having Wyatt I had the chance to watch the news a few times. There was a storm coming through Utah and Wyoming and it was supposed to be pretty bad. Lots of snow predicted for Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Mom and Dad were going to be bringing the girls home on Friday, but with this storm coming they decided to try for Thursday. I was so happy to be getting my girls home, and to be able to see Mom, Dad, Mandi, Sadie and Kinley. There were a few things we needed to do before they got here so Glenn headed out to run some errands while I stayed home and got things ready.
My phone had been out of service for a few days and for some reason Glenn decided to leave his phone with me. I wondered why since he would be the only person I would call. I was just finishing feeding Wyatt when he left and was just enjoying holding him in my arms for a few minutes before trying to put him down. I was watching his face as he slept hoping to catch one of his cute sleepy smiles when he started to spit up a bit. I reached for a burp rag and just as I turned to wipe his face I was blasted by a vomit geyser. The volume of vomit was enough to scare me and then as I wiped his face I noticed a streak of blood on the burp rag. I pulled his blanket back and started wiping his face I noticed something in the neck of his onesie. I looked at it and just started bawling. It was a clot of blood. There were threads of dark blood throughout the pool of yuck, but the clot scared me to death. What does this mean? What do I do? I couldn't call Glenn. I didn't know how to work his phone to call someone here in town. I couldn't get out of the chair without making a mess everywhere. The only person I could think of to call was Mandi. I'm not sure how she understood anything I was saying to her, but she kept her cool and told me to call 9-1-1.
I called them immediately and they first sent a couple of cops over and then minutes later the ambulance showed up. I had police officers and EMT's at my door and in my living room. I have never been more scared. All I wanted to do was get a hold of Glenn, but had no way of doing so. I really didn't know where he would be or how long before he would get home. The EMT's were great. They were very nice and trying to keep me calm while helping me decide whether to go in the ambulance or wait for Glenn to get home. One of them approached me a few minutes after getting there and told me that he had just been on the phone with the ER Doctor and he highly recommended bringing the baby in immediately. Considering he was only a few days old they knew they needed to get him in quickly. After hearing that the other EMT grabbed him out of my hands and started wrapping him up in blankets. He put him in his car seat and was out the door before I could even process what had just happened.
My heart just about stopped as I climbed into the ambulance. I have not had much experience with ambulances, but I know their purpose and I know that if you are in one you are not in good shape! The whole ride I kept watching out the back door to see if we passed Glenn. I left him a note on the door saying we were on our way to the ER. Not a pleasant note to come home to. I imagined what his reaction would be and how concerned he was going to be. I hoped he would be better under stress than me and he would make it the hospital without any problems.
At some point during all the craziness I was able to get back to Mandi and let her know we had gone in the ambulance and they should just meet us at the hospital. She kept asking me what Glenn was doing, where he was going, what were the errands he was doing. I started getting a little angry, because I had already told her I wasn't totally sure. I knew he was going to get his driver's license and go to Wal Mart, but there some other things he had mentioned that I couldn't remember. I hung up with her and just tried to focus on what was happening with Wyatt.
When we first got to the ER they started poking and prodding and getting his vitals. Luckily for me Glenn walked in before they started trying to get blood and do his IV. Somehow Mandi was able to keep her head and track Glenn down. She had him paged in Wal Mart and luckily enough he was still there to hear it. Thank Heaven! I don't think I could have lasted through all they did without Glenn there. It looked like they were torturing him and I couldn't watch any more. I left the room and one of the nurses offered to walk with me while they worked with him. It's a good thing I left. When I got back Glenn informed me they tried to do the IV in his head. I would not have been OK with that.
They had a very hard time getting his blood. By the time they decided they had enough to take to the lab Wyatt was exhausted and so was I. We didn't get much time to breath before they came back with the results. His white blood cell count was dangerously low and they were now getting ready to do a spinal tap on him. While they were explaining the procedure to us I couldn't take anymore and just broke down. They had me leave the room again while Glenn helped them hold Wyatt for the procedure. It took quite a while and a couple of tries before they got what they needed. Glenn said Wyatt did really well. He didn't even cry and the only time he jumped was when they put the cold iodine on his back. The results of the spinal tap would be the deciding factor of whether we had to stay for two days or two weeks. Either way we were going to be there a while so they got us into a room.
For some reason once we got into the room they had to adjust his IV as well as figure out how to put a onesie on him around all the tubes. Again he got pretty upset and decided that cuddling up to Dad's arm was a safe place to rest.
They were unsuccessful at getting the IV in on the first try. Poor guy has veins like his Mother apparently.
This looks so uncomfortable to me! The IV alone is bad enough, but then they had to tape his fingers down to prevent as much movement as possible. I actually get a little claustrophobic just looking at this.I know this is not the way any Grandparent wants to meet their new Grandson, but I am so glad that Mom and Dad were able to be here with us for most of the day. Mandi and the kids spent their time in the waiting room. Most certainly no the way the were expecting to spend their day. Sorry guys! Hopefully you can come back soon and actually get to play.
Through swollen tear stained eyes I jokingly said that it looks like he is giving the world "the finger". Mandi had to get a shot of it.
The girls actually got to sneak into the ER for two seconds to see Wyatt before we went to the room. This is the second time they got to see him. The hospital has said that no children under 15 are allowed to visit patients. The Dr. that did Wyatt's circumcision happened to be checking on a patient and as he walked by he recognized me. I was sitting in this foyer area doing the girls hair when he walked by and he suggested that since the baby is already on antibiotics he didn't see why we couldn't bring him out into the foyer for a few minutes. Glenn and the Dr. talked with the nurses and a few minutes later the girls were in heaven as they got to see, kiss and hold their new brother.
I stayed in the hospital room with Wyatt until Saturday afternoon when we were released. It was a very long couple of days. Not much rest with all the monitors beeping and nurses coming in at least every hour. Most of the nurses that came in and out would leave the door open a little bit. Just enough that I could hear other patients machines and all the nurses talking. Very courteous right? Actually all the nurses and Doctors were very nice and helpful. They were all very concerned about Wyatt and were sad to see him go home, because they wanted to keep him.
I stayed in the hospital room with Wyatt until Saturday afternoon when we were released. It was a very long couple of days. Not much rest with all the monitors beeping and nurses coming in at least every hour. Most of the nurses that came in and out would leave the door open a little bit. Just enough that I could hear other patients machines and all the nurses talking. Very courteous right? Actually all the nurses and Doctors were very nice and helpful. They were all very concerned about Wyatt and were sad to see him go home, because they wanted to keep him.I am so happy to be home. With all my kids. We still don't get much sleep, but at least there are no machines, tubes or nurses to deal with.
I am so grateful for all of our blessings. Our children being the biggest of those blessings. I can't imagine our lives without Wyatt even though he's only been here a short time. I thank my Heavenly Father for allowing him to stay with us. I know he is here for a reason and has a very special mission to fulfill. I look forward to being able to get to know him and help him along his path. I love my family!
** I realized a little too late that with all the craziness I didn't get a single picture of Mandi and her girls or of us all sitting in the waiting room singing Happy Birthday to Glenn. Mandi brought down a yummy cake for us to celebrate with, but I just didn't think to grab my camera when I left the room. Sorry guys!! Next year has to be better and we will get pictures of Glenn blowing out his candles!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Going Home
We got to come home today! I'm so excited to be in my own home with Glenn and our new little man! I am really looking forward to having a few days to get to know him before the girls get home. Although I break down in tears every time I talk to them. I really miss having them here. I miss hearing them play together...and argue with each other! I actually miss seeing toys all over the living room and hearing a movie playing in the background. I miss giving baths and doing hair. I miss seeing Zoe dressed as Cinderella, or in her "blue" as she calls it.
I wonder how long these feelings will last once they get back home!
Mom says the girls are doing really well and she only has to deal with a couple of meltdowns a day. It's nice to know that the girls can survive with out me, but it also makes me sad to know they don't need me.
Here are a few shots we got in the hospital...
Taking a moment to breath in all his sweet baby smells and thank my Heavenly Father for this most precious gift! This pregnancy has been the hardest and longest. I was ready to be done the moment I found out I was pregnant. I had been having so much pain for almost a year prior to the pregnancy and I knew what was ahead of me as far as pregnancy related pain. I have shed so many tears and said so many prayers during the last 9 months. I have been so worried that there would be some side effects from all the medications and anesthetics from the surgery. So far all is well and our little angel baby is safe in my arms.
I have waited so long to hold you. I never want to let you go!
Hospital Rundown...Kind Of
I tried to keep some notes through out the day, but of course got a little distracted and missed a few things. Here is how our day went, for the most part, on Monday.
*Arrived at the hospital just before 8:30am. Dr. was still in surgery doing a c-section. We waited for a while then finally got to the Labor and Delivery room just before 9:00am.
*Mean nurses (2) tried to get my IV in. Three sticks between the two of them and they still couldn't get it. They called in the anesthesiologist. She poked me two more times before getting it right. I HATE IV'S!! They got the antibiotic and pitosin drip started. Shortly after that was done my contractions started. Fun times! Pitosin only kicks them up a FEW notches.
*Dr. Evans came in at about 10:30am to check me. 3cm, 70% effaced. She then broke my water.
*By 11:00am I was contracting regularly and looking forward to the epidural!
*I lost track of my times at this point because I was in pain and just wanted the epidural. Or so I thought. There were two anesthesiologists that came in to get the epidural going. Turns out they were the same two that helped during my gallbladder surgery. I liked them a lot better that day! It seemed to take quite a while to get the epidural right. By the time they were done I was totally tear soaked, embarrassed and about ready to walk out the door. He was having a difficult time finding just the right spot in my spine. He kept brushing the nerves on my left side which hurt like crazy and made me jump. Not good when someone has a needle in your spine! At last they were successful and just in the nick of time. My contractions were increasing in intensity and I was getting worn out.
*The super nice nurse (Stephanie) that took care of us all day kept coming in to check on me. She was very attentive and supportive and would chat with us when she had the time. EVERY time she came into our room the phone at the desk would ring. It was pretty funny actually. She would give me reports on my progress every time she checked me. She tried to help me go quicker by "working" the cervix and letting me know that she could feel the baby's head. He was getting lower so her plan was working.
*Arrived at the hospital just before 8:30am. Dr. was still in surgery doing a c-section. We waited for a while then finally got to the Labor and Delivery room just before 9:00am.
*Mean nurses (2) tried to get my IV in. Three sticks between the two of them and they still couldn't get it. They called in the anesthesiologist. She poked me two more times before getting it right. I HATE IV'S!! They got the antibiotic and pitosin drip started. Shortly after that was done my contractions started. Fun times! Pitosin only kicks them up a FEW notches.
*Dr. Evans came in at about 10:30am to check me. 3cm, 70% effaced. She then broke my water.
*By 11:00am I was contracting regularly and looking forward to the epidural!
*I lost track of my times at this point because I was in pain and just wanted the epidural. Or so I thought. There were two anesthesiologists that came in to get the epidural going. Turns out they were the same two that helped during my gallbladder surgery. I liked them a lot better that day! It seemed to take quite a while to get the epidural right. By the time they were done I was totally tear soaked, embarrassed and about ready to walk out the door. He was having a difficult time finding just the right spot in my spine. He kept brushing the nerves on my left side which hurt like crazy and made me jump. Not good when someone has a needle in your spine! At last they were successful and just in the nick of time. My contractions were increasing in intensity and I was getting worn out.
*The super nice nurse (Stephanie) that took care of us all day kept coming in to check on me. She was very attentive and supportive and would chat with us when she had the time. EVERY time she came into our room the phone at the desk would ring. It was pretty funny actually. She would give me reports on my progress every time she checked me. She tried to help me go quicker by "working" the cervix and letting me know that she could feel the baby's head. He was getting lower so her plan was working.
*She called the Dr. when I got to about 8cm because she "didn't trust me". She thought I would go super fast after that point. She was right.
*Dr. Evans arrived a bit before 4:00pm and started getting everything ready.
*4:08pm - Baby arrived!! I pushed through about 4 or 5 contractions and he was here. Sweet relief!!
*The epidural did it's job and then some. I couldn't move my legs for quite some time afterward. After a few hours they tried to get me up to use the restroom and my left leg was still very numb. Glenn had to hang on for dear life while trying to get me around. That is a very strange feeling and it made me so grateful for my healthy body. I am so glad I don't have to experience any kind of paralysis or other major problems.
We are so grateful our little man has arrived and we get to hold him in our arms. I would much rather hold them in my arms than in my tummy!
Welcome to the world our sweet angel baby!
Wyatt Tomlinson
December 28, 2009
4:08 PM
6 pounds 15 ounces
20 1/4 inches
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