Thursday, October 10, 2013

Ugh!

Today has been a rough day...I'm in California for the week for drs appointments for Porter and I and my dear Faja's 50th birthday. This morning I had an appointment with my midwife, no surprises, love her, baby boy is healthy, and everything is good...
Except that she wants me back in two weeks (say whaaaatttttt??)!! I was hoping to have another 6 weeks in Rexburg with Christian before a month here on my own, but it's looking like I'm going to have three weeks there and six here without him. Lemme tell you, these last few days have already been rough, I just feel like I'm missing a piece of me. So I called him when I left the office and had a good cry. We CAN do it, and it will be SO worth it when baby Benson Oliver [oh yeah,we picked a name!!] gets here in December.
Porter must know I'm having a rough day, because he's been really cuddly and after lunch, he kept grabbing my face and kissing me. It was the sweetest thing I have ever experienced and I am SO grateful that Heavenly Father has blessed me with such a beautiful, smart, and sweet boy!! 

Monday, September 16, 2013

In other news

Im 26 weeks pregnant...here is a picture from last week: 
I feel significantly bigger than I was with porter, but at the same time, still not too big. Baby boy moves A LOT!! Especially when I'm trying to relax or sleep [little punk already]. I'm really trying to eat healthy and make sure he is getting all the nutrition that he needs. It has been easier having my own kitchen again and only having to cook for the three of us. I can't wait to meet him, but I am definitely nervous about how Porter is going to take it, he is a serious mama's boy, and I love it more than anything, I just hope that the new little man doesn't take any of that love and affection away!

My not so baby boy

I am amazed everyday at how fast my little man is growing up!
All of his pants and shorts are too long, but shirts in the same size fit him perfectly, he is short and round, but not really fat at all, just solid. He's really taken to putting things back in baskets and on shelves, not when he's supposed to clean up, just whenever he wants to. He likes to stack blocks and play with trucks and cars, but gets really frustrated when he can't do something that he is trying to do or when something is out of his reach.
He dances whenever he hears music, and his new favorite thing to do is hold a phone that has music playing on it while he dances. In between dancing he'll cuddle while he watches Rio, it's my favorite time:

He is able to communicate what he wants much better now; it has made all of our lives SO much easier. Today he has mastered the sign for more, I've been trying to get him to do it for months, but I'm glad he at least gets it now! He points too, he'll point at you and then toward what he wants, I just love it!

Friday, September 6, 2013

Back to School

Well, we did it, we moved to Rexburg! 
Taylor, Delaney, and Andy drove up with us Saturday night and we stayed at Krissy's house in Salt Lake Sunday night before driving up to Rexburg on Monday.


 It's beautiful here, but saying that the weather is crazy would be a serious understatement! One minute its sunny and warm, the next cloudy and raining. [{ For example, one morning before we went to WalMart--for the millionth time since we've been here--we put Porter in shorts and a short sleeve t-shirt, and as I'm writing this the wind is blowing so hard that I've had to shut all the windows, and its started to rain}]
Our apartment is really cute, two bedrooms, one bath, and lots of closet space. I'm working on making it homey, hanging our pictures and what not, it seems a little silly since we are going to be here for such a short time before I head home to have the baby, but I want wherever we are to feel like home. Oh, and we bought a red couch that I'm kind of in love with the day we got here (pictures will come later). Overall I think I'm going to like it here, I'm ready for my first real fall and winter, I think...  
I'm excited for a real fall and to experience real seasons. I'm NOT for the three-ish weeks in November/December that Porter and I will be away from Christian <more on THAT later too> but I know it will all be worth it in the end.
Christian started school today, and he was pretty excited, I'm so happy for him, and SO proud to be his wife. That also means today is the first day in the last two weeks that Porter and I are alone for most of the day, as much as I sometimes still get nervous being his only companion for the day, I've kind of missed this time when I get to really watch him and see the little wheels turning in his head as he plays. There really is nothing better, or more difficult, than being a stay at home mom, and nowhere else I'd rather be!!


Sweet Porter turns 1!!




















My sweet Mr. Porter turned one on the 6th of August! I can't believe how fast time has gone, he is the sweetest, most stubborn, silliest little man that I know.

Quick facts about Porter:

  • 26 1/4 lbs
  • 29 1/2 inches tall
  • 6 teeth (with 2 others coming in soon)
  • started walking around 10 months
  • loves Baby Einstein, Rio, and dancing to all kinds of music
  • cheese, blueberries, and fig bars are his favorite foods
  • he gives kisses and hugs, and only likes to cuddle first thing in the morning or late at night
  • extremely ticklish and has a contagious laugh
We had a 'Little Man Mustache Bash' for his birthday. We had a GREAT turn out with all of our amazing family and a few wonderful friends. Here are some of the pictures:
Porter and Aunt Delaney
Aunty Taylor
It took him a while....
But he really enjoyed his cake!!




like..REALLY liked it!



The happiest boy ever!!


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

My Worst Two Weeks...

The last two weeks of September were literally two of the worst weeks o f my entire life!

Early morning [3 am] Sunday the 22nd of September I was having a gallbladder attack--Back in February while still pregnant with sweet Porter I found out I have gallstones, but they couldn't really do anything about it--The pain was really bad! Usually when I get them, a couple of Ibuprofen and laying down made it stop, but this time it was just not going away, I told Christian I needed to go to the hospital. I called Taylor and her and Grammy Zan came over and picked up Porter so Christian could take me to Palomar. We got there and they took me back pretty quickly, did blood work, and gave me some pain medicine to help. The labs came back and my liver enzymes were elevated, and they told me I would need my gallbladder out, but since it was an 'elective' surgery and I have Kaiser they couldn't do it there, so they sent me home with a prescription for Vicodin and off we went. Once the medicine they gave me wore off, the pain was back...I knew there was no way I could wait for a referral to surgery so my Dad took me down to Zion.

That night they admitted me to the hospital, and I ended up waiting 2 whole days just to get an MRI. After that they scheduled my surgery, and Wednesday morning I went in to have my gallbladder removed. I went home that evening, and though I was not super comfortable, it felt good to be back in my house with my boys--I was dying there without them!

I continued to get better and more able to move around for the next three days, and was pretty confident that I was in the clear, BUT Sunday came around again, and I was back in pain. The pain felt just like it did when I still had my gallbladder, and I was freaking out. I took two of the Norco they gave me for pain from surgery, tried laying down on the floor, stretching, everything I could possibly think of, but nothing was working, so Christian and I headed to the hospital, and we dropped Porter back off to my Mother in Law.

The next day they attempted to do and ERCP [it has a suppperrrr long name that I can actually tell you if you ask, but I refuse to look it up to spell it out ha] where they put a camera down my throat to see if there was a stone that had fallen out of my gallbladder. That procedure failed miserably...before they were able to see anything not only did I vomit, but there was a perforation in my small bowel. The perforation caused my chest cavity to fill with air, and that air eventually leaked into the soft tissue in my chest and neck which left me swollen, and if you pressed inward on my skin it was squishy (think rice crispies or crinkled wrapping paper). It was not only painful, but made me feel and sound like I was talking through a bubble. However, the way the air dissipated was a good thing--or so they said--if it did not do what it did I would have had to be rushed into emergency surgery. The next day I just sat. They wanted to make sure that the perforation was going to heal itself and that there was not going to be any other issues with that. They hoped that I had passed whatever stone was left so for the next couple of days they watched my liver enzyme tests, still nothing happened, so I had another MRI ( a lot less claustrophobic than the first) and they found the stone! Saturday early  morning after they determined that I was healing well, they attempted the ERCP again. I was nervous like you don't even know!! Not only did I remember waking up and vomiting the first time, but I was afraid that there could be a repeat of my previous experience...

I didn't need to worry, though, everything went smoothly and they were able to remove the stone. I spent that night in the hospital, and was finally able to 'eat' clear liquids and try to rest. The rest part was hard; it was my first night with no pain medication, and sleep was really hard. The next morning [Sunday the 30th] the doctor came in and tried to tell me it was going to be another day, BUT I started to cry and he told me that if still felt good after eating lunch I could go. Needless to say I still felt just fine, and they let me leave. The only thing I wanted to do was see my Baby Porter!!

I never want to go back to that place! I spent WAY too long in the hospital for something that should and could have been taken care of in one day! I'm glad it's over, and I SO grateful for the people who came to visit and check on me and just make sure I was okay during the whole thing, and I know now more than I've ever known before THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!

Friday, September 14, 2012

Porter James Valle

Here is the story of how our sweet, sweet boy decided to enter this world...more like how he resisted entering this world :)

My due date was July 31st, but that day came and went, and lil man showed no signs of wanting to leave the comfort of my ever growing belly. So the morning of August 5th I called Kaiser Zion and at 8:30am Christian and I headed down to begin my induction. By 9:30 we were all checked in and set up in a room. After my first exam we learned that I was still not dilated at all!! So they started by giving me a dose of Misoprostol--I wont go into how they did that, but feel free to click that lil link if you're interested :)--they said they would give me one dose every 4 hours up to 6 times (for 24hours) until I showed progress, and then they'd start Picocin if my body still hadn't gotten the memo that it was time to get this baby out. I had visitors come and go, but my Pops, and Auntie Kyle were there for most of the day...it was such a blessing to have them there, especially in the evening when the contractions got pretty bad. Around midnight my sweet nurse, Albert, finally convinced me that morphine would help take the edge off the contractions so that I could get some sleep, so he gave me some in my IV for immediate relief, and a shot in my arm for more extended relief. I was able to sleep a little bit after that, but when I got up to go to the bathroom I ended up throwing up [heavy painkillers are NOT my friends!]. Shortly after that the midwife came in to check my progress again, and after an entire day and my 3rd dose of the tiniest pill I've ever seen, I was finally at a 3, and she decided to break my water. Once she did that, and with how powerful the contractions were, I thought things would start moving faster, BUT besides another bout with nausea that resulted in Christian having to run across the room to get the trash can, I was pretty ready for an epidural! I was nervous about getting it, I was afraid it wouldn't work or that it was going to hurt...but it worked and it didn't hurt at all.

From there it still took most of the day for me to be complete. Around 3:30 I was finally at a 10 and they said they would wait until I felt like I needed to push. I was so nervous that I waited a little longer than I probably could have, but once they had me start pushing he was out in 8 pushes!When I told them I was ready they brought Taylor and Delaney into the room and we started...they and Christian were the best cheerleaders I could have possibly asked for and I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was amazing to have my sisters there and to be able to share that experience with them; their jobs weren't easy, but they didn't complain and I am so glad that they were able to be there and help me through it! 

At 5:35pm Porter James made his appearance, and I have never felt such an incredible love in my life. Everyone says that no love can ever compare to the love you feel for your own child, but there is no way to explain it until it happens to you. As soon as they put him in my arms it hit me. I am a mother. This was everything I ever wanted.

Throughout my pregnancy and especially while I was in the hospital, I was overwhelmed with the amount of support we were given by our family and friends. After little man was born and everyone got to see him, we were moved into the postpartum unit of the hospital, and stayed there until Wednesday morning when were able to finally take him home!

I feel blessed everyday I get to spend with my little monkey, and though there are times I still can not believe that he is real, I know that he is, that he was meant to come to Christian and I at this time, and that we were meant to be his parents--I know it is a great responsibility, but I am ready. I can not wait to see what the future holds for my little man, but at the same time, I refuse to be one of those people who is constantly waiting for what is next, I want to enjoy every moment while we are in it! 


love (8) family (3) believe (2) blessed (2) blessings (2) life (2) marriage (2) End of summer (1) Sweet porter (1) adventures (1) babies (1) baby porter (1) birthday (1) body (1) choices (1) church (1) father (1) gratitude (1) happiness (1) hard (1) hcg (1) heavenly father (1) memories (1) missionary (1) mtc (1) music (1) overcoming (1) priesthood (1) remembrance (1) roadtrip (1) school (1) sister (1) song (1) soul (1) spirit (1) strong (1) sweetest boy (1) taylor (1) utah (1) womanhood (1)