Saturday, June 2, 2012

30 Day Photo Challenge: Day 1.





Day 1: Favorite Food
So, not exactly my favorite food, but who on earth has their favorite food conveniently on the day they are to start this 30 day photo challenge? Actually, after much thinking about it, I don't have a favorite food anymore. *pouts*

Anyway, this was pretty good!
In case anyone wants to know what is it..

Savory Garlic Chicken & Spinach:
A lb of chicken breasts, diced
A julienned red pepper
6oz of spinach (mine was chopped, so I had a tad bit too much)
Penne pasta
Philadelphia Cooking Creme: Savory Garlic
How to:
Cook julienned peppers and diced chicken in a skillet.
Add spinach and cooking creme,
and then put over pasta.
Easy Peasy.

No pun intended. :)

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Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth cut out. I was scared and my blood pressure was running a bit higher than usual. 118/80. After I woke up it was 90/62 and they kept doing the machine over and over and over because they thought it was wrong. I heard them say a few times, "It was really low the whole time, it was running low before the surgery. She said its usually low." The highest it got when pregnant with Spencer was 109/80. So, yes, I'm not dead and apparently my BP is lower than a normal persons.

But, my mouth feels awesome! Seriously! It hurt 15x worse yesterday BEFORE the surgery, what with the pinched cheek skin and pressure and what not. My mouth feels like a new mouth! Even with the craters and sutures. Glad for no more oral surgery... hopefully ever, again.

Now I see Dr. G on Tuesday for a "follow up" and then I see my psychiatrist Dr. T for the first time, on Thursday. I am looking forward to getting back on track, feeling better, and I'm actually looking forward to Auntie Flo's return so we can get this genetic/infertility/miscarriage testing show on the road.

Plus, my baby will be TWO in three weeks! What the crap, Time, why must you fly by???

PS. I don't know why my blog made this into an enclosed box, but, I can't fix it. Adios. :)









Thursday, May 31, 2012

"Hey, I wish I could speak whale."


Why doesn't my blog just cooperate with me?
I want picture left, text right, fight fight fight.
So picture goes left and text goes underneath and centered?
Oh, now its above and right. I give up.
Technology, you win.. again. You aren't worth the headache you cause.
El-Spencerino making his daddy a Father's Day gift.
Nearly completed masterpiece.
Yesterday, since Garrett is at work a majority of our lives,
I decided to help Spencer make his Daddy's Father's Day gift.
These little hands can do so much damage.
I know its early, but hey, it'll be nice and dry by then.
So, there ya have it. Hopefully father dear doesn't check the blog.
In hindsight, he may, but doubtful.

Thoroughly disgusted.

This sweet baby is currently giving me hugs, and waving to himself in a mirror that is on the floor. He keeps slowly sneaking to the computer keyboard or mouse, because you know little fingers can hardly resist the temptation - ok, they can't.

Garrett will be coming home tomorrow morning, earlier than usual. I have my oral surgeon appointment at 10am to get these last two wise-ol teeth out. Oh, of course I am scared. Scared today is my last day of vision and that I will never be able to see again after I regain consciousness after my coma. See for yourself : MTV: True Life: I'm Losing My Sight.

If you see me back here tomorrow: I've survived! Well, unless, of course, I'm totally out of it. Wish me luck! :)




Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Loon-ie Lake

May 28, 2012
The sunsets here are just gorgeous. No matter how many pictures I take of them, the colors just aren't there like they are when you see them in person. These are my Angel's sunsets.
May 28, 2012

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May, 29, 2012
 In my little ready-made garden.
 I've been practicing my photography. Its really nothing special at this point. I really need a macro lens to do what I really want to with it. I'm learning, learning learning.
May 29, 2012
 My Mother's Day orchids from Garrett.
May 10, 2012, and they're still blooming. 17 flowers in all, none have died yet.
We went to Loon Lake, a lake/state park recreation area near our house. Everyone says its always 15 degrees warmer there, and even if it is raining in Winchester Bay, it will be sunny there. It was! So warm! 70 degrees! We have become so used to 45 degrees, we were hot!

May 29, 2012
 He doesn't like my kisses, or taking pictures with me. This is why they are few and far between.
May 29, 2012
 We had a wet butt after this one!
May 29, 2012
 Daddy took this one (obviously)... another failed attempt at pictures with his mother, ha.
May 29, 2012
 Daddy and son. Yes, this is what Oregon looks like -- all over. On a sunny day in Spring.
May 29, 2012
There are VERY few pictures of Garrett and me. We have been married for 1 year and 2 months now. Somehow we always manage to wear the same color shirts. Its really stupid. In my defense, I was dressed first this day. :) <3

May 29, 2012
 This was the day before, just a few random shots I took in the backyard.
May 28, 2012
Now, onto today. This is my new rug that I got (in the mail!) today. It was leaning up against the side of the house when UPS dropped it off. You should have seen me dragging this 10ft long rolled up rug into my house fighting a regular door, a screen door and a two year old. I'm sure it was entertaining to the neighbors.

May 30, 2012

May 29, 2012. Mama and sweet, yet uncooperative, son.
May 30, 2012. Children's imagination. Just what I would have done as a kid. rugs make great cities.
Alas, a decent one! May 29, 2012.

This is just mainly a picture post. We are still waiting to move across the street, its been almost two weeks since we were supposed to have moved. Its been pretty here the past few days, not as much rain and much more sun.

Spencer has been a holy terror on two feet this week. Everything we do sets him into a downward spiral of tears, screaming, crying and hitting/punching things or throwing. Yay. Sometimes he is so sweet, and then Mr. Hyde appears. Its scary! I hope this is a short phase!

He will be two in a few weeks. Hard to believe the time went that fast. Our friend Rachael and her husband Sean just welcomed a baby boy into the world today, Sheldon Daniel. His gender was a surprise! Her oldest son, Kale, is three weeks older than Spencer and will be two on Saturday. Our English friends, Laurel and Dom are due for baby #2 (mark my words, GIRL!) in November. Their oldest daughter, Maisie, is three weeks or so younger than Spencer. They are to marry one day. :) We have decided that when and if we have another baby, we will NOT be finding out the baby's gender. Sorry, y'all. Ha. Its been decided! We just want a baby at this point and do not care which version we get. :)

On another note, Laurel says odd things and we are having a serious problem with communication at the moment. Who knew "going to have a butcher" meant "going to take a look"? Well, not me! Hahah. Silly Englishy-folk! <3 One day we will get over that way to meet them!

On to newer news, possible news. Garrett may be changing his rate. He is currently on the A School list for MST (Marine Science Technician <-- I have the HARDEST time spelling that word.) but the wait list to go is running at almost three and a half years. We don't want to wait that long to leave Oregon. He is thinking about changing his A School to AET (Avionics Electrical Technician), the wait list for that is 18+ months. The one catch is that the school is 5 months long as opposed to MST's being 8 weeks long. The Coast Guard would not pay to move Spencer and I to Elizabeth City, NC (where the school is), so we would have to save to be able to move with him when the time comes. I am looking forward to it.

Monday, May 28, 2012

5 Stages of Grief: Anger



You know, not too many weeks ago I was told by someone who was newly pregnant that she won't be thinking negatively about the pregnancy, because she knew nothing would go wrong. In saying this, she compared (not outwardly or even intentionally) my feelings toward my pregnancy as wrong, unnecessary and that if there was going to be a bad outcome it would essentially be because of the detatchment and realistic (not negative by any means, bad past experiences open your eyes to a new way of seeing - not everything goes your way. It has and COULD happen again.) way that I was approaching the situation. Basically, if I assumed the worst -- thats what I was going to get. That's absolutely ludicrous, in my opinion. It was my way of coping. Of preparing myself for a possible (and obviously true) outcome.

For many years now when I've had a bad feeling or felt a certain way people have told me to let it go, it won't happen, you're just worried. But the whole time in my mind, I knew. I always knew.  I don't want to, when something bad does happen, be like, "See, told ya so.", because who in their right mind wants to be gleeful over something awful? But, from now on, when my heart and mind are telling me, "this isn't right" and I decide to confide in you about it; don't just shrug it off as my being paranoid. This is to no one in particular (though Garrett was the worst about it, I knowwww he was trying to make me feeling better, but now he knows when I know what I know, don't try to be positive without a reason to be, realistic is the way I am and the way I need him to be, at times.)

But, back to my point, this particular person said these things to me, and then I lost my baby. Should I feel thats MY fault? No way. I would be opening a whole other can of worms to bury myself under. Then, sadly, she lost her baby too. Nature doesn't care who you are or how you approach any situation. Disgustingly optimistic or horrifically pessimistic, or sadly realisistic. Nature doesn't care how much money you have, how much love you have to give. But, what I do know that even though I was realistic about it from the beginning, nothing on this planet could have prepared me for the feelings that I felt, and those that still sting.
Its been two weeks and two days. I'm dealing. I feel guilty for my caffeinated coffee, for my wine. I can have my wisdom teeth out without having to worry about the medications. I have momentary lapses of heavy feelings, but I'm doing - okay. In my journey through miscarriage and other pregnancy complications (i.e. my ectopic) I have heard numerous acts of "consolation" that have done nothing but piss me off and hurt my feelings more. Sometimes I think, no, I KNOW, people do not think before they speak. Either that or they just don't know WHAT to say.

These can be misconstrued and well, just don't say them.

1. "Well, they weren't really babies" or "At least it was early on."I had one girl say to me, "Well, to make you feel better, they weren't really babies that early on, more like a mass of cells, like a cyst." Its hurtful and pretty much negating everything that I am feeling. Sure losing a baby early isn't the same as a stillborn in the second or third trimester, but it still hurts and don't try to act like my feelings are irrational.10 fingers and 10 toes tells me differently.

2. Don't make my grief YOUR grief, and don't change my pain into your story.
Just don't.

3. Don't say, "Make the doctor find out what is wrong with you."
Yes, how eloquently spoken. The insensitive person who said the first comment also said the second. Please, for the sake of humanity and people's feelings, THINK before you speak.
5. "Be thankful for the child you have."
I am grateful and appreciate the little miracle I have sleeping the next room over. Does that mean I can't want more children? This usually comes from people who have multiple kids. Does this make them greedy also??

6. Don't tell me, "Maybe you should give your body a rest."
What this says to me, and I know its not the intended meaning, "If you would just wait and give your body time, you wouldn't keep losing babies." i.e "Its your fault." I did everything the dr told me to do. You are not my dr, you don't know, and really, you don't know what I've done. Now, emotionally, yes, my emotions need a break, or I'm going to have a break down.

7. "I'm sure its harder losing babies that you were trying to have."
 Uh, what? So, if my baby was an "oopsie" I just wouldn't care as much?

8. "Everything will be fine next time."
Enough said.

9. "You can always have another!"Babies are not replaceable -- and you don't know that.

10. "Everything happens for a reason" or "It just wasn't meant to be."Sorry, but that is bullshit and that it NOT helpful to me or to anyone who has gone through heartbreaking things. Not to mention, its nice, and cliche, but I don't believe it. The God I believe it doesn't want to hurt us, doesn't teach us through hurting and taking things away from us. Why would I want to praise someone who deliberately hurts us to "bring us closer to Him"? What in the world could I learn from this?
Reminds me of a line from Bruce Almighty, "You know everything happens for a reason." "That is a cliche, that is not helpful to me.. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I have no bird, I have no bush. God has taken my bird and my bush. God is a mean kid sitting on a anthill and I'm the ant. He could fix my life in 5 minutes if He wanted to, but He'd rather burn off my feelers and watch me squirm!"

11. "Well at least you know you can get pregnant."
What's worse? The inability to conceive or the inability to carry a baby? I'm going with the latter, although I've never been on the formers side, again, don't say it.

12. "Miscarriages are very common."They may be common, but so is death. You wouldn't say to someone who's lost their grandfather, "Well, its common when you get old." In other words, the fact that many other women have been through it doesn't make it any easier at the moment.

Oh, I'm sure there are many many more. But those are the ones I could come up with off the top of my head, and they have been bothering me for awhile. not directed at anyone, but as an all around rant.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

May Flowers

It's kind of odd to think that I could *should* have a two week old baby right now. The one i lost in Sept was due the day after mothers day. Le sigh.
Today we went to Eugene to have my oral surgeon consultation. Had that fab xray. Dr came in, looked in my mouth and said, and i quote, "ah, I see, you're biting the hell out of your cheek. They definitely need to come out." Thank you and thank you, I was aware I've become calloused in the back cheek area due to my cheek being smushed in oddly jutting pointy teeth that do not fit into my mouth lol. So the remaining two teeth shall be removed next Friday. June 1. Follow up with my obgyn, Dr Groth, on June 5, an appt with a psychiatrist June 7 (an oral surgeon follow up at some point) and then a tattoo appt June 17.
I am so excited! First tattoo in over three years. For my angel babies. Three orchids from a picture I took of the orchids Garrett got me for this Mothers Day. On my right arm. With the phrase "glory babies" in there. I wanted something for them, but not something so obvious id be having people ask me anything about it. Something for me and for them.
I was also given a Nikon d3100. I LOVE it. Once I have the usb cable I need -- be prepared for many a photo!!

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Glory Baby

Today we went to Tugman Park, a little Oregon State park down the road. It is slightly overcast today, so not such great lighting for pictures. I am so excited I am going to be getting a camera next week!! Thanks to my step mom! I have feeling getting into photography will be a great outlet for me, especially out here. Its very pretty, and I will have lots of nature to practice on. :)

Here are just a few I got today..


Also, I've decided to get a tattoo eventually (obviously one for Spencer) for our angel babies. I haven't quite decided on WHAT to get, but instead of putting dates or anything, I want the phrase "Glory Babies" underneath whatever image I get. Here is the song it is from. <3

 

"Glory Baby,
You slipped away
As fast as we could say baby.
You were growing, what happened, dear?
You disappeared on us baby.
Heaven will hold you before we do
Heaven will keep you safe
Until we're home with you
We miss you everyday,
miss you in every way
But we know there's a day when we will hold you,
And you'll kiss our tears away,
when we're home to stay
We can't wait for the day when we will see you,
But baby, let sweet Jesus hold you,
until mom and dad can hold you.
You'll just have heaven before we do.
Sweet little babies,
it's hard to understand it
Cause we are hurting, we are hurting
But there is healing,
and we know we're stronger people
Through the growing, and in knowing
All things work together for our good
And God works his purposes
Just like he said he would,
I can't imagine Heaven's lullabies
And what they must sound like
But I will rest in knowing
Heaven is your home
And it's all you'll ever know.
"

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Its A Rough'un.

Today. Todays rough. I was woken up today by a lady calling from a MOMs group thing at the hospital. Yeah, the ones who do pre-registration for delivery and l&d tours/breast feeding classes. Apparently they never got the memo that I would not be needing their services at the current moment. This one thing, as sympathetic as she was, really set in motion my mood for the remainder of the day. Ugh. Sucker punch. Also my medicine I was prescribed -- the one for "uterine evacuation", I had to pick up the remainder of from a different pharmacy yesterday. Along with it came two pages of reasons for taking the meds. Main one? Highlighted to add insult the injury? "Reasons for this medicine: used to help minimize heavy bleeding after the delivery of a baby." Yeah, I had a baby -- not the full term kind they are implying there though. Plus the curious looks I received from the pharmacist as she glanced from me to my wandering toddler, were clearly followed by the thoughts, "hmm... Wonder where her baby is?" Freaking blows. I'm so sad. I just don't want to do anything. I don't want to take a shower (I did, reluctantly), Don't wanna get dressed. Don't want to eat, or I eat too much. Don't want to sleep, but don't want to be woken up or awake. Don't want to be asked questions by well intentioned friends and family. Don't wanna think about it, Don't want to awknowledge those who are pregnant and get to keep all the babies they make, I just don't want to do a thing, But think about how damn unfair this is. One time is bad enough, losing a tube to another, that sucked too, and then this?! Why did I have to see my baby?! Why is each loss 10x worse than the previous?? What's gonna happen next?? Stillborn?? I can't handle that. Right now we are waiting for the carpet people to replace the carpet in the townhouse we are moving into. We were supposed to be moving this weekend -- not happening. I'm sick of waiting for stuff. For answers. Hmph.