Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thankful {Thirty}

McDonalds chicken nuggets
My tall, handsome husband
My happy baby
Flat irons
My caring husband
My baby's smiles
Food
Online shopping
Crest Diet Coke
My hard working husband
My baby's tiny toes
Paint to spruce up furniture
Tithing
Generous family members
Jeggings
My housewife-husband
My boy's brown eyes (and the occasional crossed ones of my baby)


Monday, November 29, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Nine}

Friends


I've been super blessed to have made incredible friends. Timeless friends.

They've been there for me through the good times and the tough times.


The last thing I expected was to make best friends with girls from hair school, since I considered it to be an extension of high school (and don't we all look back fondly on those days...ugh).

Needless to say, I was surprised to find myself among girls that lifted me up, made me practically pee my pants laughing, and left me with some of the best memories.


Fast forward a few years, and hello Nu Skin. Aside from providing me with a do-hardly-anything-for-a-more-than-decent-income, Nu Skin introduced me to a number of people who soon became some of my best friends. And oh my word, did we have some gooo-uuuu-d times.


More great friends were made at Jive Dance Studio, yes I'm an adult and take dance. So what?

You can't put an age on fun. And friends. Funny friends.


I'm also surrounded by great friends at my salon (most of whom I don't have digital evidence of, but I swear they're real).


See, so fortunate am I!


I'm way too lazy to make the following pictures into collages, so enjoy a marathon post.

Sil and I sampling Mary's clothing

Me, Sil, Jessie and TT awaiting our CPK hummus

Tianne and me as our dancing selves

Silly and me Cheesecaking it up

Me, Kris and Powla showering the bride (the one in the middle. She showers herself sometimes)

Me, Sil and MK celebrating Sil's 21st

Enjoying each other at Mary's mom's funeral. With the friends I have, it's possible to make light of a sad situation.

Celina and me being the most beautifulest

Mary, me, Tiana and Ali "Spooning Me"

Scottish and Kristen also spooning each other. What are the odds?

Mary, me, Jessie and Ali standing awkwardly against a wall

NickMal, Cel, Whit, me and Kristen farewelling someone, but I forget who.

Who Wore it Best Event, Nu Skin, Suite 100

Me and Kristen pretending to be all business like in Seattle. I wasn't old enough to rent a car.

Oy Vey, Bahamas!

Nice G's Jess

Celebrating Nashley's birthday Gloria's style

Ali caught the garter! And decided to marry me!

Steel Magnolias get together (minus Care Bear)

Farewell to Celina as she goes off to Africa (to meet her future husband, which of course we had no idea of at the time. Awesome)

The Cunninghams again. At a Nu Skin event. Again.

You challenge us to a Costco-cake-eating contest, and we'll take that challenge. We'll also each win $50.

Celina and I are the spookiest of all zombies

Farewell to my Nu Skin days (at CPK)

Chelsea-face, my work wife.

Care Bear, Sil, Mary and me in Idaho

I la, la, love my friendlings.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Eight}

Prednisone
Modern day technology. Gosh, isn't it amazing? So glad I was born in this day and age
Benadryl
TV series
My amazing phone
Our built in ward friends, Celidam
A healthy baby
Tadd's job
Frozen pizza
Nail polish
Chewing gum
MAC and Bare Escentuals makeup

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Seven}

Space heaters
Hot water
Car heaters
Fireplaces

Friday, November 26, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Six}

Dry Shampoo, specifically this one
Donuts of any kind
Mid calf garmies
Vibrating toothbrush

Call me disgusting, but I'll do whatever it takes to extend the life of my washed hair. I prefer to wash it once a week, or rather have someone else wash it once a week, I just hate doing it. I might have gone 11 days one time, just maybe. My life changed when I tried dry shampoo three years ago. I could even bear my testimony about it. Sacrilig? Sure.

Donuts, donuts, donuts. I'd have them every day if I could. Did you know that Hostess Crumb Donettes are actually Hostess CRUNCH Donettes? I know, I was disappointed too.

Again, my life was changed when I caved and took my mother's advice and bought myself some mid calfies. Holy comfortable, batman. And while pregnant? I just purchased myself some in about 4 sizes bigger and that did the trick. Secret: I still wear those, super pretty.

I'm positive I don't brush thoroughly enough on my own, so my Pulsar toothbrush picks up my slack. And it feels like there's a party in my mouth every day. Bonus!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Five}

Our home

Tadd and I have a crush on old homes (that have been well kept), and I'd bet that we end up buying an older home one day and fixing it up.
I love the charm and character older homes often have, and their little quirks.

A few of our homes quirks:
The old icebox
It's carousel layout
Awesome built in shelving
Pull cord lights (we have four!)
Electricity installed after the home was built
No disposal (Ok, hate this)
The super low counter in the bathroom

I also love:
The tall baseboards and wide moldings
Our porch and little lightpost
The original hardwood floors
The tall ceilings
The carport

I really feel at home here, and it has our own personal touch all throughout the house. Although it wasn't in the best shape when we moved in, and we had to put in a lot of work (me, 9 months pregnant), I think that makes me like it more. And with the landlord paying for the paint and updates, I feel we couldn't have ended up in a better place.

Oh hey! Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Four}

Books

I love reading, and wish I made more time for it.
I hope to instill a love for reading in Samson as he grows up.
We read to him daily, and anticipate when one day he requests specific books before bedtime.

I'm enjoying starting up his little library, and have found a bunch of cute books that I'm excited for him to recognize one day.
(any specific favorites out there?)

My amazing husband who takes on the role of amazing dad many nights of the week.

Nights when I'm at the salon, Tadd does such a great job sticking to the routine I insisted we establish for el bebe.

First there is the bath, which Samson LOVES. He especially loves when we slide him up away from the faucet to add more hot water. Don't get too close, the kid will soak you with his vigorous splashing.

Then his aquaphor, diaper (duh), lotion and lavender. Next are the jimjams and sleep sack, then his reflux medication (poor little dude), and then his bottle. After a good burp he gets story time.

I love imagining Tadd at home holding our little guy and reading him a book or two. When I'm home and have done the feeding, burping and reading, Samson gets a little cuddle time with dad, then it's off to bed. I insisted on singing him the same song before bed every night, and because it's simple, sweet and easy to remember, we sing the Barney song (make fun all you want).

Tadd admitted the other night that sometimes when he puts Sam down he'll make up his own lyrics. You see, it's no wonder Sammy loves his daddy the most. The fun they have together far surpasses the fun he and I have together, and that's OK. It's worth it just to watch the two of them love each other.

So, yes. I am grateful for my husband who never complains about playing daddy at night, and makes the very most of it.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thankful {Twenty-Three}

*warning*
semi-inappropriate picture below
and by semi-inappropriate, I mean totally inappropriate

Humor, I'm thankful for humor

It makes my world go round. What would I do without humor?
Die of boredom, I suppose.
I love being entertained, which is really quite easy to do, and I like to entertain others, which often comes in the form of jackassery or sarcasm, and not always received well, unfortunately.

But hey, humor is humor right?

I almost can't believe I'm posting this.
Do you think the blogger-porn-police will cite me for it?
Even better, my MeganSister took this picture.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Knockin' Around in my Brain

If my ankles were smaller I might be into oxfords, or "bert shoes" as I used to call them.

I'v been thinking I need to continue my blog-every-day phase in December, and I believe I may make myself post something I like about winter/Christmas. I absolutely hate winter, and have a hard time getting into the holiday season because it takes place in the winter. BUT, I can't be a scrooge with a kid, so I'm going to force myself to recognize the things I like.

I really enjoy our home. Like really.

Watching FRIENDS in its entirety for about the seventh time. I begin quoting it in my head all day long by about the sixth season. Drives me a titch batty.

I have a goal not to personally wash my hair through the end of the year; I'll have one of the salon girls do it. That's really only five more times anyway. Unless I turn it into a New Years Resolution, which I'm seriously considering.

I am SO freaking excited that my amazing great-aunt Betty made Samson his very own Raggedy Andy. I have a Raggedy Ann, so now we're twinners!

I make a new Glee CD every week, you'd think it would just be easier to play it from my iPhone right? I like CDs, reminds me of simpler times (FRIENDS quote. Pathetic).

Samson is blowing a LOT of raspberries. Soaking his face and shirt, a lot. He thinks he's hilarious, which of course he is.

My post-baby-lady-lumps depress me. Why did no one warn me?

I have awesome clients. I was so entertained tonight with my two clients (mother-daughter), and might just ask Courtney to come entertain me everyday at the salon. Maybe she'll even tap dance?

Question of the day: should we sleep at our house Christmas Eve and then head down to my parents early Christmas day? Or just sleep there. What to do, what to do.

I think drinking anything but hot beverages from a mug is vile. The smell of the ceramic, the taste, all of it. So gross.

We are weird. I'm "kitty", Tadd is "puppy" and Sam is "cuppy".

Midcalf silk garmies are the way to go. Ladies, go try some. It's been years since I've started wearing these, and recently friends and family have caught on, and are hooked. Jump on board! If you must try Carinessa (and feel as if you are wearing two pairs of paints), so be it. Luckily they have an adorable lace band at the bottom. They slightly resemble leggings! Don't try to pull that off though, you'll look foolish.

Why is that "obv" and "totes" are the best words ever? Be even cooler and say "totes magotes".

...signing off. Time to watch a FRIENDS episode and hit the hay.

But not before leaving you with this little gem...

Feeling a little needy, Tadd thought Sam might enjoy his bath a little more with his beloved binki.

Thankful {Twenty-Two}

The gospel

Admittedly, I am not the most stalwart member of the church, but I'm trying. And it gives me comfort to know that trying really matters.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

More On That Giraffe Hat

Beeeeecause it's so cute

Now I just need to find every excuse in the book for him to wear it.
Oh, I've got one. How about this damn winter?
It's snowing right now, and I couldn't be more mad.

And if you leave a hat-wearing-baby on a cuddlebag long enough, this will happen.
He didn't seem to mind.

Thankful {Twenty One}

Our carseat/stroller thingie
I promise I didn't list this just so I could post this adorable picture, I'm really in love with our carseat and stroller, and can't thank my parents enough for the generous gift.

Perfect size, compact enough, freaking adorable (don't you just love orange?),
snaps into base and stroller with ease,
and I was even able to unfold the stroller while holding Sam in my arms.
Is that genius, or what?


Blogging
Such a fantastic way to stalk people
Oh, and keep in touch with people

A washer and dryer
Is there anything more wonderful?
We don't have a dishwasher or a disposal, so I revel in the workings of our laundry appliances

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Thankful {Twenty}

My incredibly handy husband
I'm telling you, I've not come across any project that he couldn't figure out how to do

And everything he does...he overdoes. And I get to reap the benefits of that little quirk of his

Oh, and his spray painting skills are top notch

Just a few of his many, many projects...

Built a beautiful frame for this mirror. Free mirror, might I add.

Helped me repair this KSL treasure

Transformed this D.I find since I got as far as sanding off the top.
What if he could make me Crest Diet Coke?

Found two wooden shelving units, and built a rolling pantry for our itty bitty kitchen.

Painstakingly sanded and repainted this shelf from black to white, removed the bottom back slat so it could sit flat against the wall.

Also, painted this chair (a baby shower gift), and of course it wouldn't have been complete without whiting out Sam's name, right? I never would've put the extra time in. But my husband? Absolutely.

This is only a small amount of the things he's built or fashioned around the house...(installed ceiling fans, removed sliding shower doors, installed laundry room storage, repositioned my closet rod, etc), and I love looking around our little casa and seeing that he has fiddled with just about everything to improve it.

I should rent him out. Interested?

Friday, November 19, 2010

Thankful {Nineteen}

Caffeine
I never could've gotten through a midnight HP showing without it

On that note:
There is no shame in REintroducing the web world to this spectacular video


Also grateful that Sam wakes up in the morning, eats and goes right back to bed.
Sometimes as long as an hour or two. HEAVEN.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thankful {Eighteen}

My health
I'm so very grateful for good health.

And look how cute this is



Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Thankful {Seventeen}

Dollar Stores

I scored some majorly cute ornaments and holiday decor today, everything $1!

Although I haaate (yes, with three a's), those that prematurely decorate (give Thanksgiving it's dues!), I was temporarily tempted to pull out the tree and begin hanging up my new gold ornaments alongside the pink and purple ones from last year, and the year before.

You see, I enjoy adding to my tree every year, rather than having a completely decorated tree from year one. It's more fun this way.

But then I remembered my haaatred (yes, with three a's), and realized I'd be stupid to skip over Thanksgiving. Plus...(deep breath) I'm not the biggest Christmas fan, or rather Christmas season fan. I enjoy the reason behind Christmas, just not so much the jolly, jolly spirit we all apparently have to adopt. And really, I hate winter. With 200 a's.

Was this supposed to be a grateful post?
Oops.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

I've Failed my Childhood

Lately I find myself mashing up (subconsciously influenced by Glee, maybe?) two childhood songs on accident when humming to Sam for his naptime song (mind you, I hum it about 3 times a day, and can't seem to keep to one tune).

And the following words are going through my head...for the whole.dang.day.

"You are my sunshine. This land is your land. From the magic mountains, to the pirate islands."

Whatthehell?

Thankful {Sixteen}

The power of prayer.

I struggled, and I mean struggled hard, with breastfeeding the first week and a half of Sam's life. While pregnant I had told myself that I would give nursing an honest try, and if it didn't work...it just didn't work.

Oddly enough, my milk came in one day, and left the next. I kid you not. The incessant pumping, nursing when I wasn't pumping, drinking plenty of fluids, talking with lactation consultants often...nothing worked.

We had to supplement with formula half the time, and luckily Sam had no problem taking a bottle, and I could rest easy knowing how much he was eating. And surprise, he was sleeping better after bottles.

I was surprised at how determined I became once Samson arrived. There was nothing I wanted more than to nurse him. I had convinced myself while pregnant that I wouldn't be a bad mother if I couldn't nurse, but I hadn't considered how I'd feel as a woman. I felt like such a failure. My body was supposed to do this. Why wasn't it working?

I don't remember the last time I prayed that hard and that often. I was, as it's said in church, "fervently praying". I needed comfort so badly, and although I was praying mostly for breastfeeding to work, I prayed and prayed to feel at ease with whatever path we chose.

When Tadd and I finally decided to solely bottle feed, the rush of calm that came over me was exactly what I needed. Heavenly Father had answered me, and instantly lifted a gloomy weight from my shoulders. The tears literally stopped that day, and I have felt so good and confident ever since.

Since that day, I have not regretted choosing to bottle feed. That's not to say that I don't still feel a twinge of jealousy when I hear of or see women breastfeeding, but this is what works for US. And Heavenly Father knew that. I just needed to trust in him that he knew the right method of feeding my munchkin. My prayers did help me better trust him, and I am so grateful for that. So very grateful.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Thankful {Fifteen}

Modern medicine, for sooo many reasons.

Along that same line...IUDs.

Lawsy, lawsy...what would I do without that blessed Mirena?

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Thankful {Fourteen}

The performing arts

Last night I had the pleasure of watching my littlest sister belt her guts out in song and dance to her heart's content as the lead in her school's play "Krazy For You".

Oh. My. Word. I swear that is not my sister. I'm not related to someone that can sing like that! She was incredible, and wow, so grown up! Absolutely fantastic!

I love dance concerts. I LOVE musicals. I'm a nerd like that. I'm so grateful for the entertainment they supply me with, and even more grateful that my little LolaSister could BE that entertainment tonight!

Love you sissy!
And don't I have the cutest dad?

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Thankful {Thirteen}

That first date.

Seven years ago today I received a text from Tadd (who I, of course, had a crush on) asking
would I like to go with him to the premier of the LDS film Pride and Prejudice that night.
Would I!

Picked me up from work that night.
Oh my, was I attracted to him.

We discussed the weather on the way, both of us being nervous.
I learned he also wished the snow would stay up in the mountains.

Scerra theatre with friends of his,
sitting up on the balcony.

He was wearing Very Sexy for Him
He rubbed my back a few times during the film, maybe touched my leg a few times.
I think we held hands.
A little much for a first date, you say?
With the incessant flirting that had gone on over the last month at his house,
it was no surprise.
(did I tell you I met him through his lil' sis, Shaley, who was my BFF?)

Chili's next.
Listened to Howard Jones "HoJo" on the way.
Both ordered Cajun Chicken Pasta, his with no tomatoes.
He ate half of his, I ate all of mine.
Not surprising; I could give a fat guy a run for his money.

Gavin's house after dinner.
Tadd's best friend.
You'd know him from the newest Jazz bear commercial.
Purple shirt and funny as all get out.

Gavin's lair, the whole basement,
appropriately named The Pleasure Palace.
There was one rule.
You have to cuddle, and you have to like it.
Did I disobey the rule? Not even a little bit.

The ideal first date and the wonderful beginning of the end of our single lives.

I'm so grateful for November 13th.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Thankful {Twelve}

My quote-unquote-job.
I consider it to be more of a hobby, and I LOVE it.
It's exactly what I need to be doing in my life.
The perfect outlet for me.
Gives me the opportunity to stretch myself
creatively as much as I want.

I'm also so grateful for my clients.
I want a tee shirt, bumper sticker, whatever
that says "My Clients Are Better Than Yours", because they are.
I've so grateful to consider my clients my friends
(I bet all of you don't have 150+ friends, suckas).

I love it. Love it.
feel free to browse my hair blog (myhairoin.com), and encourage me to get back to posting.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thankful {Eleven}

My daily Diet Coke run

Not only is the blessed nectar of the God's refreshing,
but a little jaunt to get out of the house for a bit
is always just what the doctor ordered
for both me and my offspring.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Thankful {Ten}

My nieces and nephews

Madi: an excellent baby sitter, whom the kids adore
Mazie: always good for a laugh
Kyra: a thoughtful sweetheart
Ellie: an entertaining goofball
Adrie: sometimes shy, and very caring
Andrew: sweet and mild with a silly side
Jack: wacky and always on the go
Ava: a sassy, silly chickie
Bree: a sparkly, natural performer
Griffin: sensitive and adores the babies
Crew: rowdy with his own agenda
Van: an endearing pest
Addison: a playful jabber mouth
Lyla: so sweet and cuddly
Violet: smiley and cheerful

I can't get over this picture. These two just freaking love each other.

I love seeing my nieces and nephews interact with their cousin, Sammy. They each have their own way of playing with him. It makes me anxious for when he really interacts with them!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

In Other News

Our little buddy is five months old today!

17 lbs

And can finally hold onto his toes. That big belly sure causes problems with flexibility!

I'm loving his giggles, rolling (unless it's during naps and he can't roll back over, which really pisses him off), and studying of his hands and feet.

Thankful {Nine}

This experience

Both mine and Tadd's accounts of Samson's birth story

Every detail doesn't match up exactly, but somehow, I feel that makes this even more beautiful.

Beware: womanly words are said, and IT'S LONG (I'm apparently incapable of Cliff-Noting it).

I had put off packing my hospital bag for three reasons.

1: I was convinced Samson was coming late. His due date was June 14th, and my last two doctor’s appointments showed no dilation, although I was effaced a little, and everyone I spoke with told me your first is always, always late.

2: My doctor (Dr. H) was going to be out of town June 14th – 20th, so of course that would be my luck that I would go into labor while he was out of town. We had discussed possibly inducing me on the 12th or 13th before he left town (I was awaiting a call from his office, which he promised they would make on the 9th or 10th to make a decision about the induction, and I was prepared to do some major convincing, i.e. complaining, so he would induce me). If we decided to induce, then I’d pack my bag.

Most importantly...

3: I knew that once I’d packed my bag, it would be a sign to little Samson that it was time. I wasn’t quite ready for the reality.

But I couldn’t put it off forever!

On June 8th, after finishing up with my last clients of the night, I headed home and decided it was time to pack my bag. As real and scary as that made all of it for me, I certainly didn’t want to be scrambling to pack things if I all of a sudden went into labor. I was feeling really good as I went about my night packing my bag, and hanging out with Tadd. I was really looking forward to the next day being my last at the salon before I started my leave.

The night of June 8th was a long hard night for Caitlyn. It started off by us finally deciding to pack a bag of clothes for the hospital which we had been meaning to do for days.

Around midnight (I guess that would technically make it June 9th), I started noticing that my contractions I’d been having off and on for a few weeks were getting stronger and more regular. Not wanting to make a big deal of it in case it was false labor, I just quietly timed them off and on for the next couple hours and didn’t really mention anything to Tadd. I noticed they were about 10 minutes apart, but I didn’t really note how long each lasted.

We went to bed around 3 am and I woke up around 4 am with some pretty strong contractions.

We went to bed, at least I went to bed, and was occasionally woken up by Caitlyn rolling around. I didn’t think much of it because she was pregnant and I figured she was just really uncomfortable.

I wasn’t able to breathe steadily through these ones, and my discomfort would wake Tadd up off and on. He’d hold my hand through them, and help me to breathe. It wasn’t until around 5:30 that I really started timing them. They were about 7-9 minutes apart, and a minute long. I was curious how long is recommended that you wait before coming into the hospital, so I googled it and was disappointed to see that hospitals admit women whose contractions are a minute long and 3-5 minutes apart. I continued to time them for another hour and then called the hospital to ask what they advise. The operator told me it is normally 3-5 minutes apart, lasting one minute, and if you can’t talk or walk through the contractions. But she also mentioned that if I wasn’t experiencing contractions that close together, but was still concerned about them, to come in anyway.

I walked around the house a little to see how I felt through the contractions, and couldn’t walk through them, so I went and laid back down. In between contractions I was hesitant to wake up Tadd because I felt completely fine. But once each contraction hit, I wanted to kick myself for not waking him. That roller coaster of thoughts went on for awhile, and eventually my whimpering and squirming woke Tadd for good, and he went and got his stop watch.

At about 6 in the morning she was moaning and moving around a lot so I asked her if she was ok. She told me that she was having contractions and that they were happening every 8 minutes or so.

They were still an average of 7 minutes apart, which I could tell wasn’t convincing Tadd that it was time.

Not thinking that she was in labor I said that maybe she should take a shower and see if that would help her and maybe they would stop. She would have taken a bath but the tub was really small. (was that a fat joke? wink.)


He suggested I go shower, which I welcomed, thinking that if this was it, and the hospital wasn’t going to send us home that this could be the last shower I take without having to worry about what my little one was doing. Plus I’d had a spray tan the day before (ha!), and one shower the night before hadn’t been enough to wash away the smell. I spent about 20 minutes showering, hoping I didn’t collapse during contractions.

She got in the shower and when she got out she was still contracting. We sat there and we were deciding what to do.

He asked me what I wanted to do, and my thought was, “the sooner I can get an epidural and stop experiencing these contractions, the better”, so I told him I wanted to go in.

By this time it was about 7:30 am or so. We decided to go to the hospital and see what happens. The worst that could happen is that they send us home. So we both got dressed and got in the car and headed to Orem Community Hospital.

Once we were ready, dressed, and I’d had some toast, we grabbed that hospital bag that I swear started it all, and headed out the door. I kept saying, “they’ll probably send us home”, mostly to not get my hopes up.

We arrived at the hospital and Tadd dropped me off out front and went to park the car. I made it inside just in time to sit in the waiting room to wait out another contraction. Once Tadd came inside he headed to the front desk, and the nurse asked him how she could help, and Tadd said in excitement, “well, I think we’re having a baby!”

We arrived at the hospital at about 8:00 in the morning. We pulled up to the hospital and I dropped Caitlyn off at the door and went to park the car. It was at this moment that I realized that we might be having a baby today. I got really excited and nervous all at once and sprinted back to the door of the hospital. I walked in the door and we went to the front office window. The cute little lady behind the counter asked what we were there for and I said, “I think that we are going to have a baby.” Caitlyn gave her the information that she needed, since we had pre-registered, and she let us through the door.

The nurse took us back to a room to check me for dilation and determine if we were getting admitted. Once I had undressed, put on a gown, and gotten hooked up to an IV, a baby monitor and blood pressure cuff, the nurse checked me (OUCH!) and I was at a 2! Even just two centimeters from Monday to Wednesday was some good progress. The nurse, Sherry, called my doctor and he told them to admit me. This was REALLY happening!

We were led to an examination room and a nurse named Sherry, who was absolutely amazing, came in and greeted us and started asking questions about how long Caitlyn had been experiencing contractions and how long they were lasting. We told her how the night went and the consistency of the contractions. She was satisfied that what Caitlyn was having was real contractions. She hooked Caitlyn up to two monitors, one to monitor the baby and one to monitor her contractions. She then checked Caitlyn to see how much her cervix was dilated. I think that both Caitlyn and I were hoping that she would say she was at a 6 or 7, but the news came back that she was a 2. Although she was only at a 2 her contractions were getting longer and harder and more frequent.

Sherry left the room went and called Caitlyn's doctor. The conversation did not last very long and she walked back in the room and said that Caitlyn was admitted to the hospital and that we were going to have a baby. I was so happy that we were not going to have to go home and wait. I don’t know if I was more excited to have a baby or that Caitlyn would finally start on the road to feeling normal again.

Soon after being admitted Sherry said Dr. H would be over shortly and that we would be moving rooms to our birthing suite. She started an IV line in Caitlyn and soon the doctor showed up. He checked Caitlyn to see how far along she was and she was still at a 2. He said that he would break her water and start her on some medication called pitocin which helps to speed up the birthing process. At this point I texted my mom and Caitlyn’s mom to let them know what was going on.

Tadd began the texting to our mothers to let them know we’d been admitted, and we were having a baby! The nurse moved us to our room (#113), making sure to comment a bajillion times on my gigantic swollen feet and ankles. She informed me that yes, they would get worse during my stay, but would eventually go down after a week or so.

Dr. H came in a few minutes later to check me himself, which I wish I’d had the epidural for, and told me he’d be back shortly to break my water. I was nervous about having that done before getting my epidural since I’d heard that it could hurt pretty badly.

We switched rooms and went into room #113 which is the room that we lived in for the next 3 days and the room that Samson was born in. Caitlyn got all situated in her bed and the doctor came in to break her water. I could tell that she was nervous, and I was also because neither of us knew what to expect. He took out a tool that looked like a crocheting needle and broke her water which didn’t hurt Caitlyn and we both were very glad about that.

At some point the nurse hooked me up to an antibiotic, and then the doctor came in and broke my water. I was surprised to not feel anything at all except a gush of water, which I really wish hadn’t been done on my hospital bed that I laid on for the next nine hours. Ew.

That blessed SherryNurse had ordered my epidural pretty much as soon as I mentioned that I wanted one, so the anesthesiologist showed up very soon after my water had been broken. I was extremely nervous to get the epidural since I’d heard all sorts of horror stories, and I have a huge fear of needles. The doctor had me hunch forward and tuck my head (like a spooked cat, he said), and he delivered the local anesthetic, which he did really quickly so it wasn’t so bad. I only felt pressure as he inserted the catheter in my back, so I went ahead and deemed the epidural insertion a success.

Dr. H said that he would send the anesthesiologist in to get Caitlyn’s epidural in her so that the pain would go away which I knew she was very happy about. Shortly thereafter the anesthesiologist came in and had Caitlyn sit up on the edge of the bed and bend over as much as she could. He got the epidural in and all that she really felt was the little prick of the needle that he used to numb the area where the epidural went in. He started the medication and Caitlyn was in heaven, no more pain.

Spoke too soon…

Once the doctor had hung my epidural bag, I instantly began to feel relief. Here is where things really start to get hazy. We received a few visitors over the next couple hours, which kept us occupied in between the nurse coming in to check me for dilation. I also began texting my clients to let them know that, sorry…I wouldn’t be able to make our appointment because I was having a baby! Lauren arrived with my laptop, and a few seasons of Friends that Mallory had gotten from my house, so we could pass the time with Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler, Joey and Ross. (Ya know, Ross just isn't my favorite. I try, and I try, but he's just a gomer.)

Around the time I was dilated to a four, Tadd and I both took a nap. That blessed epidural not only completely numbed me from the waist down, but also made me really sleepy.

After I had napped for what seemed like a couple hours, the doc and nurse came in and checked on me. I was slowly dilating, and had only made it to a four, so they started me on pitocin.

Periodically about every half hour or so the nurse, Sherry, or Dr. H would come in and check Caitlyn to see if she was progressing. To our dismay she was not progressing very fast. Doc decided to start Caitlyn on pitocin to help her move along. The Pitocin helped out and Caitlyn slowly began to start to dilate and everything was looking good. My mom and Caitlyn’s mom came to the hospital and everyone was just hanging out waiting for the baby to come. The time was passing by so slowly that I ended up taking a nap which was a blessing for me.

I quickly dilated from a four to a six after that, but the baby’s heart monitor told us that with the quick dilation Samson's heart rate was dropping. They kept a close eye on it, although according to Tadd, not close enough, and eventually ended up turning off the pitocin hoping I would continue to dilate on my own.

Sherry and Dr. H kept coming in to monitor Caitlyn and the baby to see how they both were doing. They noticed that after every contraction that Caitlyn had, Samson’s heart rate would drop for a little bit and then come back up. They believed that it was the pitocin that was doing this. They knew that Samson was starting to get stressed and began to talk about maybe having a C Section. They were worried that if his heart rate kept dropping they would have no choice but to go in after him and get him out. The pitocin was stopped and it seemed to help his heart rate, but Caitlyn stopped progressing in her labor.

The nurse and Dr. H gave that a try for what may have been an hour, again…my head was distorting time like nobody’s business, could’ve been 15 minutes. I was checked again and wasn’t dilating, so the pitocin was turned back on.

They left her off the Pitocin for a while but then decided to start her back on it and sure enough, Samson’s heart rate began to drop after each contraction.

It was around this point that I was steadily dilating that my epidural began wearing off. I had used up all of my medicine they’d hung by pushing the button as much as I possibly could, so the anesthesiologist on duty, who was different than the one that inserted my epidural catheter, came in to redose me. Surprisingly, that dose didn’t last long, and I was feeling the pain particularly in one area on the left side of my abdomen, as well as "the hot zone", you know, where you want it numb THE MOST.

Since the pitocin had been turned back on this last time, Dr. H was really watching the baby’s heart rate, and ended up inserting another monitor into my cervix that he twisted onto Samson’s head, which gave him a better reading of his heart rate.

Caitlyn was put on oxygen to help Samson because all that can really be done for an unborn child that is stressed besides birth is oxygen. It seemed to help a little but his heart rate was still up and down.

Samson was still in a bit of stress, so they began discussing a c-section. I’m not sure if Tadd was in on this conversation since I was feeling pretty delusional.

Sherry decided to try having me lie on my right side to see if that relieved some of Samson’s stress, and it did! The downfall of this was that the area on the left side of my abdomen became increasingly painful even with another dose of my epidural medicine. At this point I was roughly at an 8, and the pressure on my abdomen and lower cervix (is that even a place? For someone who actually performed as the lead role in delivery...I'm surprisingly illinformed), was getting to be unbearable.

Sherry decided to roll Caitlyn over onto her side and see if that would help and sure enough it did. She ended up laying on her right side for the next hour or so. Because she was laying on her side the epidural medication began to wear off in one spot on her belly and this began to be very painful for Caitlyn.

The anesthesiologist was called back in, and the nurse explained to him that the medicine was just not working like it should, so he began to assess my situation, and apparently determined that the doctor who inserted my catheter must have inserted it too far, and the tubing had coiled creating pockets that weren't getting any medicine at all.

A new anesthesiologist was called in and he tried to troubleshoot what the problem was. He thought that maybe the first guy put the epidural tube in too deep and that it wasn’t working properly. He pulled it out a little and pushed some more medication into her but nothing seemed to help.

Dr. H had decided that the pitocin needed to be left on, so I could dilate quickly and start pushing, although Samson’s heart rate was a little on the iffy side. He was afraid that if we delayed my pushing much longer without the help of the pitocin, then that would only put Samson in more stress. Since his heart rate remained fairly stable while I labored on my right side, that’s where I stayed, although that made the pain in my abdomen much worse.

While all of this was going on, Caitlyn dilated and was very close to being ready to push. Dr. H was still concerned about the baby’s heart rate so he put another monitor on Samson’s head so that they could keep an extra eye on him. By this point I was getting very nervous and anxious because I was very concerned about my wife and child. Caitlyn was so exhausted from the labor and pains and Samson’s heart rate was up and down.

I didn’t say anything but I wanted to yell and ask them what was going to happen. I tried my hardest to remember that they knew what they were doing but it was very hard to sit still. I sat at my wife’s bedside and began to cry. I felt so helpless and it was so hard to sit there and not be able to do anything about it.

The anesthesiologist felt terrible about my defective epidural, and talked about removing it and inserting a new one, but decided that I was too far along in my labor, and may not have time before I was dilated to a ten. I learned all of this after delivery, but was eternally grateful that he left it in for the aid of however much it was actually working.

Through the entire decision making, checking of my cervix, and epidural talk I was in such immense pain, and I was beginning to panic. Tadd and my nurse took turns wiping my face with a damp cloth, and calmly talking to me, telling me it was going to be ok. My nurse helped me focus on my breathing (hoooo, hoooo, heeeee), and stayed by my side to be sure that I continued to breathe that way through my contractions. Tadd later said he could tell that she felt it was her mission to get this baby out safely before the end of her shift.

Tadd never left my side, and had me squeeze him as hard as I needed while I labored through these painful contractions. He was absolutely incredible.

It was one of the hardest things in my life to sit by my wife’s side and see her in pain. They tried everything to help ease the pain but she had one little spot on her belly that would not get numb. Sherry, who was absolutely amazing, began to do some breathing exercises with Caitlyn to help ease the pain. I had a wash cloth that was dipped in cold water and I was using it to wipe the sweat off of her face. (I won't tell you that even among the intense pain, I had to fight the urge to tell Tadd not to get my hair wet.) We were trying anything to help her get her mind off the pain.

I was getting hysterical (at least I felt like I was), and told Sherry the pressure in my lady parts was really strong. She thought it might help my pain to push through my contractions, which it surprisingly did. I assumed these were practice pushes, since I don’t recall Sherry and Tadd holding my legs for these first few pushes. After a few more contractions that I pushed through, Sherry checked me again and announced that the head was right there. I was at a 10! And she could see that he had hair! Knowing both me and my husband, you'd know what a thrill this was for us to hear.

Sherry walked in the room and checked Caitlyn again and said that she was fully dilated and that she was ready for her to start pushing. She had Caitlyn give her a couple pushes and told me to look and I looked and could see the top of Samson’s head. It was amazing; it was time for us to have a baby.

I was doing my best to stay calm and concentrate through all of this, so I kept my eyes closed from what seemed like the time I was at an 8, to the time I delivered Samson. Because of that I didn’t really see what was going on in the room, but it sounded like everyone kicked it into overdrive as they prepared the room for delivery. All of a sudden Tadd was holding my right leg, and had his left hand behind my head, and Sherry was holding my left leg. I heard Dr. H tell me to begin pushing as hard as I could when I felt my next contraction.

Sherry walked out into the hallway and got Dr. Harward and he came in and checked Caitlyn and sure enough, Caitlyn was ready. The room was instantly changed into what looked like an ER room. More nurses came in and everyone got suited in preparation for the delivery of the baby. Dr. H asked Caitlyn to push and again the very top of the head was visible. He had Caitlyn move forward on the bed and got her legs up in the stirrups. I had to help move her legs because she had no control over her lower body. I was on her right side and Sherry was on her left. Dr. H would look on the monitor and when she started having a contraction he would tell Caitlyn to push.

Tadd would lift my head and help me hunch forward when I pushed, while Sherry counted to 10. We did three reps of this during each contraction.

The contraction came and I grabbed her right leg by her knee with my right hand and put my left hand behind her head. Sherry did the same thing but on the other side. Dr. H said to push and I pulled back on her leg and pulled up on her head trying to help her push.

I think I pushed through four or five contractions, when I heard Sherry tell Tadd to look as Samson was crowning. As much as I loved this lady for all her help, I wanted to inform her of my strict instructions not to tell Tadd to look at the prime time during delivery. Dr. H knew of my conditions, but I'd failed to be mega-psycho with my instructions upon admittance. I pushed away the irrational anger as quickly as it surfaced, so I could realize that aside from a quick peek, Tadd was obeying my commands to stay at my head!

A few more pushes, and I heard Dr. Harward begin suctioning out Samson’s mouth and nose. He was really here, and with another push he was completely out.

When Caitlyn began to push it was at about 5:45 pm. She kept on pushing for another 15 minutes and then all of the sudden the doctor said, “ here he comes. “ I looked down just in time to see Samson’s head come out. He came out facing down so Dr. H flipped him around so he was facing up and began to suction he mouth and nostrils out. He had Caitlyn push one more time and all of the sudden there he was, I couldn’t believe it, we had a baby.

I couldn’t believe it was over, and I had actually done it. That terrible, disturbing thing I had seen in our birthing class…I had actually done. And it was different than I had viewed and imagined. It was a spiritual high, and extremely empowering. Even through the hustle and bustle of the nurses and doctor in the delivery room, I could feel the spirit, and the reverent presence of this new little life.

Tadd tells me that he was very anxious to hear Samson’s first cry, and felt that it took forever for him to scream. I remember kissing Tadd and seeing the excitement in his eyes. I told him to go over and take pictures as they cleaned him up and weighed him.

Dr. H clamped off his umbilical cord and handed me some scissors and had me cut the cord. This all happened so fast and I still hadn’t heard Samson cry. I was nervous that he wasn’t breathing. Dr H handed the baby off to another doctor and all I could think about was him crying and I heard nothing. For what seemed like an hour really only took a few seconds and finally I heard him cry. I was so relieved. I started crying and looked at Caitlyn and told her good job. She told me to go over with Samson and take pictures. I grabbed the camera and headed over to the other side of the room and began to take pictures. It was so crazy to sit there and look at this little baby and know that he was mine. The first thing I noticed was the shape of the kids head. It looked like a football but what do you expect from a kid squeezing out of an opening the size of a dime?

I was hoping to feel relieved and relaxed, but I could not stop myself from crying and shaking.

Samson’s chest was retracting when he breathed, so before taking him away to the nursery for some testing, one of the nurses held him to my chest for a brief moment so I could kiss my little baby. I think I said something like, “I can’t believe you’re mine”, and then began crying again like a fool. I made sure Tadd left with the nurse to take more pictures, and Sherry came over to congratulate me. I thanked her as best I could as I cried.

The doctors wiped off his body and face and brought him over for Caitlyn to see him. They put him onto her chest and she looked at him and said something like, “hey there little buddy, welcome to the world.” She gave him a kiss on his forehead and they took him away to the nursery to run all the tests on him to make sure he was healthy. I didn’t know what to do. Do I leave my wife in the room alone and go with the baby, or do I leave the baby and stay with my wife? Luckily Caitlyn told me to leave her and go with the baby. I left her and went with Samson into the nursery. It was so amazing to look at this little guy and to learn that everything was great. He was having a problem with his breathing but they were not really worried about it. They ran all the tests and cleaned him up and they let me take him back into the room to see Caitlyn.

Dr. H congratulated me as well and told me he’d be in tomorrow to check on us. I could not have been more grateful to have such a caring doctor, who really took to the time to monitor Samson and me to be sure he arrived safely.

I was left alone for a few minutes before Tadd came back to report that Samson was absolutely perfect, weighed 7 lbs. 12 oz. 19 ½ in. long, and was born at 6:05 p.m.

I was still crying and had begun to shake uncontrollably. One of the nurses brought some food in to me, but I couldn’t touch it because I was shaking so badly. Tadd left again to be with Samson and both my mom and Camme came in separately to congratulate me, which only made me cry harder. I couldn’t figure out why I was crying, but it felt good to cry. I guess all the stress from the day was finally releasing itself.

Not long after that Samson was brought into our room and Tadd and I were given some time with him alone.

We got back in the room and it was the most amazing feeling ever. We were a family and everyone was healthy and doing well.

I wish I could say that I distinctly remember how I felt when I held him for the first time, but I don’t. I do remember feeling the spirit very strongly, and feeling peaceful. Tadd and I had created this tiny little life. This little spirit had just left the presence of our Heavenly Father, and was placed in our family as our child to love and nurture. My love for Tadd quadrupled in that moment and I knew that our lives and our marriage were never going to be the same. Samson had just improved those two things more than I ever could’ve imagined.


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