Saturday, July 12, 2014

A Mega Update

I feel like it's been a big couple of months.  Lots going on.  I am quite tired and ready to veg out for the next couple of weeks until this baby is born.  Here's a list of what we've been up to this summer:

*Sometime in early May, Noah switched from a crib to a big boy bed.  This was probably a long time coming, and he did just great with the change--never came out of his room even once.  (I attribute this to the success we've had with his "light turns green" clock, which is the best parenting purchase I've ever made.  It initially took some training to get him to respond to it, but boy do I recommend it.)  When I say he switched to a "big boy bed," I do mean "big."  We put him in our old bed, and I actually really like that he has so much space because all three of us can snuggle in to read a story together, and sometimes after he's sound asleep, I crawl into his bed and wrap my arms around him for a few minutes.  Funnest.

Forgive the awful photo quality--the light in his room is terrible
Noah likes to "read" to himself in bed before naptime and bedtime.  I love standing outside of his room and listening to him flipping pages and reciting the stories he remembers (making up the details as he goes along).  One day I found him sound asleep during naptime with a book on his face. :)  I hope he's always a reader.

*We attempted potty training for the third time.  It did not go well.  This probably deserves its own blog post, but I will summarize by saying that my very smart and very stubborn son simply will not be forced by his mother to use the potty.  Man, he humbles me sometimes.  He totally knows how to use the toilet but flat out refuses when he knows that I want him to do it.  I've decided to let it go for the time being and see what happens.  Please don't judge me when you see my thirteen-year-old in diapers.

*We spent a weekend in Pocatello for Mother's Day.  A few of Ryan's siblings and their kids were there as well, and it was a fun weekend of chatting, kite-flying, celebrating mothers, and being together.

"Brothers gotta hug"--name that movie

Come on!  Give Mama a smooch!
Smash kiss
Love the photo bomb by Ryan
*We've spent time as a family outdoors in Twin Falls.  It is really beautiful this time of year--well, except for the past two weeks which have been between 95-100 every day (way too hot for this pregnant woman, and the forecast isn't changing anytime soon).  In May and June, the weather was great and we went for walks, did some simple hikes, and spent lots of time in our backyard.  I love being outside with the fam.

*We spent another weekend in Pocatello for Father's Day.  Again, a few of Ryan's siblings and their kids were there--I didn't get many photos but, as always, it was a good time.  On the way home, we got off the highway and drove up close to the big windmills that we always see on our way to Poky.  Noah was ecstatic.  He has been obsessed with these windmills for almost a year and had never been near one up close.  He kept saying that it really "freaked [him] out" to be so close to one.

*Noah did two weeks of swimming lessons.  This was very traumatic for both of us.  I had no idea when I signed him up that these were "tough love" swimming lessons where the intent is to really teach the kids how to swim, not just splash around and get comfortable in the water.  Noah and I were both shocked when the first thing that the teacher did was dunk him under the water and hold him there for a few seconds.  I don't consider myself an overprotective mom, but it was painful to watch.  He came up screaming, coughing, and sputtering, and as I listened to him sobbing, "Oh please don't sink me!" over and over for half an hour, every motherly instinct in me wanted to grab him and pull him out of that pool.  I made it through the lesson without intervening, but afterwards I did talk to the teacher about my concerns.  I felt like *that* mom, but I'm glad I followed my gut and spoke up for Noah because they were much gentler with him from then on out.  I'm also glad I didn't pull him out of the lesson altogether because he ended up having a good experience and learning a lot.  They still pushed him, but they weren't so aggressive about it, and he made a lot of progress.  By the end of his session, he was going under the water willingly for several seconds, and he even jumped off the diving board to his teacher a few times.

*I organized and labeled everything in the house.  I am thinking this must be an odd pregnancy thing.  I don't have much energy these days, but for some reason, when I do have energy, I feel the urgent need to organize.  This irrational project is slow going, but I get a little done each week.  Our office supplies look pretty rockin' now, if I do say so myself--I even made a bin for "adhesives," so if you ever come to visit us and are in need of some glue or tape, you will be able to find it quickly.  You're welcome.

*Noah's been camping three times this summer with his dad, and he loves it.  He does pretty well.  Though it takes him a while to fall asleep, he sleeps through the night and often sleeps in late in the morning.  He enjoys being in nature and eating smores.  I am excited for next summer when I'm not hugely pregnant and I can join them (with an infant...hmmm...we shall see...).

*My dad came to visit for a weekend!  It was so nice to have him here.  He entertained Noah, helped me organize stuff in the nursery, took me shopping for baby girl clothes, made freezer meals with me, and did tons of dishes.  Seriously--Dad of the Year.  I didn't want him to leave!!  We also had some fun while he was in town, including going canoeing on the Snake River.

*Noah has spent a little time with his favorite babysitter, Baylee.  This darling 13-year-old lives in our neighborhood, and she rides her bike over once a week to play with Noah for a couple of hours while I get stuff done, work on Power of Moms, or (since I've been pregnant and sick) take a nap.  Noah adores her, and I love listening to them playing trains and playdoh--this break is as good for him as it is for me.  

*Our friends from college, the Adamsons, came to visit.  Back in 2004, they set us up on our first date (did you know that Ryan and I met on a blind date?), so we will be forever indebted to them.  We hadn't seen them in seven years, so we had lots of chatting and catching up to do.  They and their three kids stayed in our little house with us for three days and two nights, and it was very chaotic and very fun.

*We went on a family trip to Sun Valley with my in-laws for the 4th of July.  Everyone was there except for Ryan's youngest brother, Tanner, who is on a mission for our church.  It was great to be together.  We went to a parade on the 4th, spent a day on the beach at Red Fish Lake, and celebrated Gordon's birthday.  The guys learned to fly fish one day, and I think Ryan is hooked (no pun intended).  He went out the next night with his dad, and he caught a real whopper on the river (and by whopper, I mean someone's pet goldfish).  He's been watching fly fishing videos on YouTube and reading fly fishing books ever since we got back.  I can totally see Ryan becoming a fly fisherman.

Lookin' good, gentlemen!

*And last but not least (are you tired yet? because I totally am), Noah got his tonsils and adenoids out this past week. He had absolutely ginormous tonsils that the pediatrician and ENT were afraid were blocking his airway, so out they came.  He was a trooper on the day of the surgery--didn't even cry as they were taking him away for surgery in a little wagon--but recovery has been pretty tough on him.  The first day, he was writhing and shrieking in pain and could not be consoled.  It's been a little better since, but he still doesn't want to swallow or eat much, and he has at least one horrendous freaking-out-in-pain episode every day (just had one that woke him from sleep as I am writing this blog post--thank goodness for his big bed so I could snuggle him).  The doctor and others acted like recovery from this procedure would be no big deal for a kid Noah's age, so I think I had unreasonable expectations going into it.  Hopefully he will be back to himself soon because it breaks my heart to see him like this.
Before surgery
After surgery--his face says it all
Sweet boy, still a little groggy from the anesthesia...
And then the pain set in. :( :( :(
Watching movies and recovering
So yes, that's all.  And I have almost nothing on the calendar for the next three weeks until the baby is due.  And I am so glad--I couldn't keep up that pace for much longer!

It's a happy and busy life.  We are blessed.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Pregnancy Nausea, Compensation, and the Goodness of God

I woke up this morning nauseated and with all of the lovely symptoms that come along with indigestion.  This is a norm for me since I've been pregnant--it's not every single day, but it's enough days that it can feel really, really discouraging and daunting.  After dry heaving into a trash can for a few minutes (sorry for the details), I sat in the recliner in our bedroom and just cried.  I suddenly felt so tired and so hopeless.  My rational mind says there's only four more weeks of this until the baby is born, but underneath that logical thought brews the fear that this is never going to go away completely.

Do you remember my bout of unexplained nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea last summer?  I lost 15 pounds in three weeks.  My OBGYN thought it might be from ovarian cysts, but when they gave me a laparoscopy, they found that the cysts were resolving and were not the problem--turns out it was my endometriosis. (I guess women with endometriosis release more prostaglandins, which cause nausea and all sorts of wonderful digestive problems?)  Once they removed the endo, I felt better for a few months--until I did IVF and got pregnant.  I don't know if it's common for women with fertility issues to have tough pregnancies, but it makes sense to me that if your hormones are already messed up to begin with, pregnancy is going to do a number on your body.

I could have it way worse--some women have to be hospitalized during pregnancy for vomiting and other complications--but even though my pregnancy hasn't been the hardest that I've heard about by a long shot, not a single day has been easy.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to bring this little miracle baby into the world, but after nine months of feeling pretty darn cruddy, I sometimes spiral down into a hopeless place on the days when I feel especially terrible.  I try not to let it happen, but it does on occasion--because there really aren't guarantees that I'm ever going to feel awesome, with all of the weird stuff that goes on in my body whether or not I'm pregnant.

I know it's pointless to think this worry about a future that may or may not even occur...but sometimes it's hard not to go there.

Yesterday morning, while sitting in our recliner with my trusty trashcan by my side, I read a sermon called The Resurrection of Jesus Christ given by one of the leaders of our church, D. Todd Christofferson.  It is excellent--I recommend it.  It details the events of Christ's miraculous resurrection and goes on to explain some of the spiritual significance for us today and always.  One passage in particular caught my attention:

"The Savior makes all things right.  No injustice in mortality is permanent, even death, for He restores life again.  No injury, disability, betrayal, or abuse goes uncompensated in the end because of His ultimate justice and mercy."

The word that caught my attention was "uncompensated."  I've heard that word used in the context of life's trials and difficulties before, but I've never thought deeply about what it means.  I looked up the Webster definition of "compensate," and I was struck by the definition as it relates to the struggles of life:

"Compensate: to provide something good as a balance against something bad or undesirable"

Sitting there in the recliner in the early hours of the morning, before Noah had woken up and while everything around me was quiet, I was overwhelmed by the implications of this definition.  To be compensated doesn't mean that we get back exactly what we lost.  It doesn't mean that those whom we feel have harmed us receive a "comeuppance" that we determine is just.  It doesn't mean that life is perfect or easy.  It just means that when we face something difficult, God--in His infinite, unspeakable goodness--will provide something good to balance against our struggle.

Oh how true this principle has been in my life!  I could never expect to be compensated by God for any of the trials I face--I am too richly blessed to begin with to ever feel entitled to more blessings--and yet He never fails to pour out His tender mercies on me.  It brings me to tears when I think about it.

When my mother was sick for thirteen years, when she passed away, when I struggled with infertility, when adoptions fell through, when my baby had colic and I felt so alone, when I was going through the intense process of IVF, when I am enduring months of pregnancy nausea...honestly, even when I go through the simple, everyday trials and stresses of daily life (which sometimes feel even more overwhelming than the "big" stuff)...God has compensated me for my heartaches through unexpected, undeserved, beautiful mercies.  Sometimes it's hard to recognize those blessings in the moment, but when I pause and reflect on my experiences, it is so apparent that His hand has been there, lifting me and prompting others to lift me as well.

Why does He do this?  Why is He so good to His children?  He loves us.  I know He does.  I believe that He weeps with us during our trials, and though He doesn't always intervene, He is there strengthening us, reaching out to us in small ways to "balance" some of our heartache with gifts that bring us joy and get us through.  I know that this is true because I have lived it.

So why am I writing this post today?  I am writing it to remind myself.  Because even though I had this revelation about compensation and the infinite goodness of God yesterday, I felt so hopeless and discouraged this morning.  Sometimes life is just tough like that.

God is good, and He is there--and whatever life calls upon us to bear, we can do it through Him.  I want and need to remember this, always.

Friday, June 13, 2014

30th Birthday Week

Last month, I celebrated my 30th birthday.  I ushered in this new decade of my life with some awesome age spots on my forehead!  What the heck??  A few people have told me these nice dark blotches are due to pregnancy and they might go away after the baby is born.  "Might" doesn't seem too convincing, but I guess that's okay--my modeling days are long gone anyway. ;)  (And just in case you don't pick up on my sarcasm there, I have never been a model.  Hard to believe, I know.)  

I had an incredibly wonderful birthday week.   The highlight was spending Memorial Day weekend in San Diego with Ryan.  I went back and forth on whether or not we should plan some sort of brief "get-away" for this big birthday, and in the end, I'm so glad we did.  We used credit card points to get there for free (can't beat that!), and we spent one night at Laura and Sam's house and two nights at a beach resort.  It was a quick trip but so so fun and so rejuvenating.  Ryan and I talked about life, laughed over ridiculous memories, ate at yummy restaurants, drank pina coladas, discussed what we want for our future, and lounged on the beach.  It was perfect.  Ryan is my best friend, and I'm so glad I got this time with him.


It was also amazingly fun to spend time with Laura, Sam, and Baby Luke.  They even came and hung out with us for an afternoon and evening at the resort.  We went swimming, chilled on the beach, went out to dinner, and then had a beach bonfire.  Snuggling Luke was my favorite part!

Meanwhile, back in Idaho, Noah had a great time with his grandparents.  I am so glad that they live close to us, and I am so grateful that they are not only willing but also excited to watch Noah and spend time with him.  He didn't even miss his mom and dad during the four days we were gone, and he went on lots of adventures, such as finding a big, rundown truck with Grandpa. 

As if our trip wasn't enough fun for one girl's birthday, the party continued on my actual birthday a few days later.  My sisters sent a package filled with 30 little gifts for me to open throughout the day.  (Noah did most of the opening--he was in heaven.)  I was spoiled with scarves, note cards, earrings, treats, journals, and much more--my sisters have great taste and know me well.  They also attached a note to each gift explaining one reason why they love me.  Am I a lucky girl or what??

Ryan, Noah, and I spent the morning of my birthday at the Twin Falls' Western Days parade and fair.  Noah was in love with the rides, especially the rickety space ships and the mini ferris wheel.  It makes me so happy to see him so happy.  He was grinning from ear to ear and waving wildly as he and Ryan whizzed around the ferris wheel.  Watching that, I felt "pretty nearly perfectly happy" (in the words of Anne of Green Gables).

Later that night, we went canoeing as a family on the Snake River.  When we started out, the weather was idyllic and the water was smooth and serene.  Preggy sat back and let my muscle-man husband do all the paddling (with a little "help" from Noah).  We admired the amazing scenery, stopped for a pizza picnic, and watched base jumpers parachuting off the bridge.  Ryan serenaded me with a loud and off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday" (I would include a video, but I'm pretty sure he would kill me), and Noah made me nervous by leaning over the side of the boat to put his hand in the water (I am such a mom). 

We still had a little more time before the canoe was due back at the rental place, so we decided to continue upstream a bit. This is where things got ugly...

Just as we turned around to head back to civilization, the weather suddenly changed and the Idaho wind started whipping through the canyon.  You have not experienced wind until you've lived in Idaho.  It is ferocious.  The water suddenly became super choppy, and even though Ryan and I were both paddling with all of our might, our canoe was going backwards due to the insane wind.  I will admit, I was a little scared there for a second.  Ryan was barking commands at me trying to teach me how to steer (I am hopeless when it comes to such things), and Noah was sitting in the front of the canoe with his little hands clasped and his head bowed praying fervently, "Please help us, Heavenly Father!"  I told him to keep it up because I'm quite certain that God cannot ignore those sweet prayers!  We pulled off to the side, and Ryan called the canoe rental company to see if they could send a speed boat for us.  No such luck.  They advised Ryan to hug the shoreline and just keep paddling--so that's what we did.  And slowly, slowly, we started making progress.  Noah was ecstatic and shouting, "See!  Jesus is helping us!"  (Is he the cutest or what??)  Once we realized that we weren't going to die on the river that night, we started laughing.  Sometimes catastrophes like that turn into the best family stories.

Somehow, we eventually made it back to our car, and the only long-term damage that we sustained was that I pulled my round ligament from all the vigorous paddling, and I could hardly walk or sleep for about two days.   Ryan felt terrible.  Some muscle-man husband he turned out to be. :) 

All in all, it was a pretty great 30th birthday week.  I am so grateful that I got to spend it with my two favorite boys in all the world, and I am so grateful to be pregnant with another little person who is inevitably going to fill this next year (and all of the years after that) with incredible joy and life lessons.

On the morning of my big day, I took a "belly pic" to commemorate being 30 weeks pregnant on my 30th birthday.  Honestly, pregnancy has not been fun or easy (I found it ironic when I looked at this jolly photo after the fact that the little white trashcan that I still use for morning sickness is in the background)--but building a family is worth it.  No doubt about it.

Life has been good to me...all 30 years of it.  I am looking forward to seeing what the next 30 years will bring.