Thursday, April 26, 2012

It Is Usually Through Another Person That He Meets Our Needs

I have always loved the quote "God does notice us and watches over us, but it is usually through another person that he meets our needs."  Although I have never really applied it to my own life.  I have a REALLY hard time asking for, and accepting help.  Call it pride or independence, it is what it is.  But lately, I am realizing that life is going to teach me to ask for help.  I am also realizing that my son is going to need help, and from more people than just me.  I am doing him a disservice my not letting him get all the help he needs.  So here are a few pics of some recent help we have received.

Benson's wheelchair was purchased with the help of all our family and many friends.  We are so thankful to them! It is such a blessing for Benson and he is getting better everyday.
 


 The Families of Spinal Muscular Atrophy is an organization that sends out care packages to all newly diagnosed families, among doing many other things (like research for a treatment or cure!)  You can't clearly see everything in the pictures, but there are tons of toys, Bumbo, Radio Flyer, Fisher Price swing, Pillow Pet, Lamb skin, homemade blanket, and a "snugglie."




 While I was taking pictures I had to take one of this.  My sweet friend, Molly, sent me this blanket for Brigham.  It's freakin cute fabric and it's that minky stuff that you can't help but love.
I also have to mention how amazing my parents are (both sets).  My mom gives so much of her time helping her kids and now grandkids.  I think she is busier now than she was when we were little, still taking care of us!  My dad and my father-in-law have helped us drive cross country more than once, since we are gypsies.  We are sure blessed to have such amazing family and friends!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Brigham....4 days old



Back tracking here, but I did take a few pics when Brig was tiny.  I finally got them edited.  Don't tell, but the blanket was pink.  It HAD to be changed.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Easter and Other Musings

 17 days old
 23 days old.  Proof he is getting so big; in every picture his hair is already moving farther back on his head and getting thinner.  He loves his pacifier.  I may have a binki baby.  Loves being held or in the Moby.  We definitely love him and his cuddliness!
 Such a cute little man.  He is so sweet.  Seriously, this guy deals with a lot and does it so patiently.
On top of everything, he is finally filling in those gaps with his I teeth; all four! He loves balls, cars, trains, and pink.  The latter much to his dad's dismay.  He got his wheelchair (pictures forthcoming) and is learning how to steer.  I can't believe how quickly he has picked it up.  Benson loves to be included in everything.  He plays whatever Vanessa plays and copies everything she does.  He says "pease" and "dank ou" or "danks" to everyone and for everything. Most polite 19 mo old ever.  He talks incredibly well, as I have said 1000 times already.  He can ask simple questions, such as "Where dad?"  When the sentences get a little mor complex, he just goes with the key words.  "Mom, walk, dog, outside."  Meaning: I want to go for a walk outside to see the dog. He's pretty amazing for sure and I know he has amazing things in store for him.

Ha ha, I love this picture.  Vanessa is definitely our little butterfly.  I don't know that we could have picked a more fitting name (Vanessa means butterfly in Greek).  She is full of life, love, fun and energy.  She definitely has an extrovert personality.  She loves to play with other kids and any kid is automatically "her friend."  She loves being around her cousins and having friends to play with so often.  She loves to run, jump on the tramp, play in the sand, ride bikes, and generally do anything outside.  She is full of spunk and sass and we love it.  I can see a lot of my own personality in her, so I hope that goes well for both of us.  Some cute things she has said lately.
At my parents, some men were outside working on the yard.  Vanessa was leery of them at first, but decided they were okay after awhile.  She proceeded to stand by them and talk with them, she was there a good ten minutes when I went over to try to save them.  She told me, "Mom, you go inside.  I am talking to the guys."
Here in Logan, they have a tramp in the ground.  Vanessa has never been on one of these.  Watching her get on was hilarious.  She stared at it for a while, then cautiously stepped over the springs and bounded onto the tramp.  Immediately hollering with delight, "I did it!"
A few weeks ago, my  mom and I got in a small car accident.  No one was injured, but it took forever to get everything squared away before we could head home.  I unbuckled Vanessa and Benson to stop their incessant hollering and had to take Vanessa outside to see the damage done to the car.  She is still talking about grandma's car's "ouies."
We did celebrate Easter this year, although apparently we failed to capture it in pictures; on our own camera anyway.  We'll have to still some pictures from my mom.  On Saturday morning, we went to Baby Animal Days in Logan.  The kids LOVED it.  I think holding the ducklings, chicks, and bunnies was the biggest hit.  Saturday afternoon we did an Easter egg hunt with the Purdy family.  Becky helped Benson look for eggs and he loved it.  Vanessa surprised me with her ability to find them, and quickly.  I don't know why she can't ever find her shoes, or her jacket or anything else I need her to find.  Brigham slept through it in the Moby.  We had a fabulous dinner, with the Purdys as well.  On Sunday, we went to sacrament meeting with the whole family, then left Vanessa there for nursery and took the boys home.  I'm really not ready to take Brigham to church, but since it was Easter, we felt we should.  Vanessa loves nursery and chose to stay so my mom brought her home.  Then we headed over to the Bradys.  We had an egg hunt with them and another fabulous dinner.  All in all, we had WAY too much candy and WAY too much food.
This year with Easter, I could not help but think of the resurrection and what this means for Benson.  I am so grateful to our Savior, that he would atone for our sins, die for us, and be resurrected.  I can't end without sharing this quote.  Pretty much sums up my feelings exactly.
“For reasons usually unknown, some people are born with physical limitations. Specific parts of the body may be abnormal. Regulatory systems may be out of balance. And all of our bodies are subject to disease and death. Nevertheless, the gift of a physical body is priceless. …
“A perfect body is not required to achieve a divine destiny. In fact, some of the sweetest spirits are housed in frail frames. …
“Eventually the time will come when each ‘spirit and … body shall be reunited again in … perfect form; both limb and joint shall be restored to its proper frame’ (Alma 11:43). Then, thanks to the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can become perfected in Him." from Ronald A Rasband's talk, Special Lessons.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Welcome to Holland

Welcome to Holland




I am often asked to describe the experience
of raising a child with a disability --
to try to help people who have not shared
that unique experience to understand it,
to imagine how it would feel: It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning
a fabulous vacation trip -- to Italy.
You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans.
The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice.
You learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives.
You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands.
The stewardess comes in and says, 'Welcome to Holland.'

'Holland?!?' you say. 'What do you mean, Holland?
I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.
All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.'

But there's been a change in the flight plan.
They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible,
disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease.
It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy different guide books.
And you must learn a whole new language.
And you will meet a whole new group of people
you would never have met.

It's just a different place.
It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.
But after you have been there for a while and catch your breath,
you look around....and you begin to notice
that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips.
Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...
and they're all bragging about the wonderful time they had there.
And for the rest of your life, you will say
"Yes, that is where I was supposed to go.
That is what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away...
because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But...
if you spend your life mourning the fact
that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free
to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...
about Holland.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Life With Three

After Brigham was born, my mom came up to Logan with us to help out.  She stayed for three days and then we went back to Davis County for the weekend.  We hung out with family for the weekend then my mom came back up to Logan again to help for a couple more days.  Bless her!  It was so needed.  On Wed, before she headed back down, she took Vanessa and Benson to the store with her and let me get some sleep with Brig.  I slept until noon!  I don't think I have ever known exhaustion like this.  Benson still doesn't sleep through the night.  I was reading through an SMA forum and other parents have the same problem we have.  He can't turn at night and wakes up uncomfortable, so we have to wiggle him around until he is comfortable.  Sometimes he only wakes up a couple times, sometimes it feels like a million.  He also can't go through the night without a full sippy of milk.  This is also probably legit because they don't have the muscle for their body to use the proteins through the night.  They aren't supposed to go more than 4-6 hours without eating.  Needless to say, we are pretty tired at our house.  At least they are cute though!
 Here is Brig at exactly the one week mark.  Things have been crazy and I haven't gotten the newborn pics I was hoping for, but it still might happen....here's to hoping!  One day we took the kids for a walk.  A friend, Erin Miller, gave us this awesome double stroller.  I try to keep my emotions in check these days because I feel like if I start crying, it won't stop.  But when my mom showed us this stroller that she had brought over, it was one of those moments where it is just amazing to me how generous and thoughtful people can be.  I also want to take some pictures of a care package the Families of Spinal Muscular Atrophy Organization sent us.  Seriously, amazing.  So, back to the walk.  We collected some rocks....
 Saw some chickens....

 Found a caterpillar (and surprisingly didn't even kill it)....

 Then went home and rode bikes.  A new favorite for the kids.  Except Benson fell off the truck :(  Resulting in a huge bump and bruise.  So the next time, I tied a rope around him and tied a rope to the wheel so I could pull him.  Trying to save my back and Brigham's head from falling off.  I tipped the entire truck over and gave him a bruise on the other side :(  So, now Benson prefers to ride passenger on the wiggle bikes.  No more truck for him.
 Both Benson and Vanessa adore their baby.  Vanessa likes to "pet" him all day.  They both love to give him kisses and give him his binki.  Benson likes to point out all his body parts, eye, nose, mouth, ear, hair, etc. 
 Nine days old
 Let's be honest, Jon and I both love sleeping with our babies.  It creates some bad habits.  But they're only newborn for such a short time!
 I love that all my kids have their daddy's blue blue eyes.
 New dress ups
 Ten days old

 We are super excited for Benson to get a new wheelchair.  This chair is only 7 lbs and is a manual chair.  He tried one out and in just a matter of minutes had figured out how to go backwards and pop some wheelies.  The family that owned it said their son had it down within a matter of three days.  We were so bummed when insurance said they wouldn't cover it since it is only made in Sweden and there was no way they could get it.  Price out of pocket through a distributor was $4000.  But then, we found a lady in Virginia who had a daughter with SMA and had gotten some and was selling them significantly cheaper.  What a blessing!  We can't wait for the chair to get here (it should be here Monday)!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Labor

Now that Brigham is almost two weeks, I guess I should get his labor story writen down.
Midnight March 17, I started having contractions but they were light and I was pretty sure they weren't going to turn into real labor.  They lasted a few hours and then I went back to sleep.
March 18, I had contractions starting in the early afternoon and lasting through the evening.  They were light and sporadic, but I felt like labor was getting closer.  Around midnight, they were picking up and I was sure I was in labor.  Our labor plan was to take the kids down to my parents early in labor and hang out until we were ready to go to the hospital.  At around 3am, March 19, we decided to get ready to take the kids down.  I jumped in the shower (which I discovered I loved laboring in the shower!) and Jon took a few things out to the car.  That's when we discovered that the storm predicted had come a little early (or was it late?).  Either way, there were over six inches and it was still snowing.  Fabulous timing, right?  At about 4am we had the kids loaded up, both now wide awake watching the snow, and headed down the canyon.  About ten minutes into our drive, my contractions completely stopped.  My decided to keep going, thinking it would start up again.  It didn't.  We got to my parents and crashed with the kids.  At around 9am, I called the doctor and begged them to squeeze me in.  I was able to get an appointment for noon.  I was dilated to a 3.  She stripped my membranes and put me on the waiting list at McKay Dee for the following day to be induced.  The only reason I was considering this was because Jon had called in (on his first day at Logan Regional, no less) and they gave him two days off. He had to be back to work on March 21.  I was feeling the pressure to have a baby ASAP.  After my doctor's appointment, we went for a quick walk and contractions started again.  When we got back to my parents, I took a nap with Benson.  Then went for another walk and this really got contractions going.  At around 8pm that night, McKay Dee called and said they had a spot open for 8am the next day.  I had to decide if we really wanted the induction or not.  I called my friend, Jen, who happens to be a childbirth educator and doula.  She had really good advice and helped me to feel a whole lot better about the whole situation.  I talked it over with Jon and we decided not to take the induction appointment.  I was more stressed about the whole situation than he was, but I guess that's what pregnant hormones do, right?!  My contractions were still going, but they weren't very strong and still quite irregular.  We played some games with my family that night and then I went to bed around 10:30pm.  But as soon as I laid down, the contractions picked up.  Sometime around midnight, I couldn't lay in bed anymore so I went and hung out in the bathroom.  I know this is going to sound totally weird, but I liked laboring by myself, in the dark, in the bathroom.  Ha ha.  I got in and out of the shower, laid on the floor, sat on the toilet, and tried to sleep.  Ha!  At 2:30am I woke Jon up.  I had been in the shower for a half hour or so and my contractions were about 5 min apart.  I sat down next to him and asked him to time a few.  I had one or two and then we were headed towards the ten minute mark before another came.  Frustrated, I told Jon to go back to sleep and I went back to the bathroom.  I was so exhausted!  My contractions were about five minutes apart and 45-60 seconds IF I was up and walking.  As soon as I sat down, they would slow down to 10-15 minutes apart, though they were really long and intense.  I didn't time them, but I bet they were closer to 2-3 minutes long.  At 4am, I decided I was done and would just go get an epidural so I could get some sleep.  I woke Jon up again (not that he had ever gone back to sleep) and told him I was ready to go and I would just get an epidural.  Just to show how weird these contractions were, I bet I had two contractions on the drive there, about 20 minutes.  Walking from the car inside the ER, I had two contractions, probably 3 minutes.  I opted for a wheelchair to get to L&D but continued having lots of contractions.  The nurses got the monitors on and then checked me.  I was at an 8!  Forget an epidural, not even an option at this point.  I was so relieved.  They immediately called the midwife and everyone started getting ready to have a baby.  It felt so weird to get there and have them already getting ready for a baby.  Jon told them I wanted a squat bar to push.  They got this out and we had time to adjust the bed how I wanted it.  Jon called my mom and told her I was at an 8 so she could be there for the birth.  They came in and got an IV going.  I opted to get some fluids since I was so tired, I was really lightheaded.  Best decision ever.  I started feeling so much better.  About the time the shaking started.  I shook a ton AFTER Benson was born, but not during labor.  This was a new experience for me.  I think I drove everyone crazy commenting on how I couldn't stop shaking. The midwife showed up and just kind of took her time getting things ready and getting ready to break my water.  Once she broke my water, I was complete within a matter of minutes.  Did I even have a contraction to finish that off?  I'm not really sure.  I just kind of sat there, not having any contractions.  Such a bizarre labor.  At this point, the nurse made an annoucement that there was a natural birth in room 4513, our room.  Next thing I know, there were like five nursing students hanging out in the back of the room.  Um, hello?!  And even weirder, one of them was a guy.  He was obviously uncomfortable though.  I actually had to start pushing before I had any contractions, because he was still at a station 0.  Once I got him past my bone, he came out pretty quick.  I finally got some contractions to help too.  Makes such a difference.  The midwife was amazing, making sure to take his shoulders out one at a time so I didn't tear.  Hallelujah and thank you!  As soon as he was out, we were all anxious to get his curled up bony little legs out of the way so we could see whether he was a boy or a girl.  Surprise, surprise!  Welcome second baby Brady boy!  Jon and I had a for sure girl name picked out and a couple boy names picked out.  When it was a boy, we were both surprised.  Jan, one of the nurses, asked what our other son's name was.  When I said it was Benson, she said she thought Brigham sounded cute with Benson.  I looked at Jon and said "I like that name."  It took almost a full day to make it official (it drove Jon nuts that I couldn't decide faster).  Brigham hadn't even been on our list, so it was kind of fun to have a surprise boy and a surprise name.  But I love it and I think it fits him perfectly!  And I actually like the nickname Brigg or Briggs.  He is starting to get his own look now, but at first he looked like a Benson clone with more dark hair.  We couldn't be happier.  Everything ended up working out just perfectly, even if I was a basket full of stress the day before.  Everyone is healthy, Brigham's bili scores were way low and we were able to be discharged after 24 hours.  It was the longest I had ever been away from Benson and Vanessa, and I was so excited for them to meet their new baby brother.  No kids under 14 were allowed at the hospital because of cold/flu season.  Vanessa adjusted quickly to the idea of a baby brother but couldn't remember his name for like two days.  Both of the kids absolutely love him though.  They want to hold him and kiss him and "pet him" all day long.  Poor guy is literally being mauled with love from them.  And to top off our blessings, I just got a call today from the genetics counselor, and Brigham's blood test came back NEGATIVE for SMA!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Brigham is here!

Brigham Robert Brady - born March 20, 2012 - 6 lbs 15 oz, 20 in.





Sunday, March 18, 2012

Playing

Since we had time to just chill we stayed with Jon's family for a few weeks.  Here are a few pictures from going to the park one day. 

 Jon and his brothers showing off their rockin basketball skills.  No one is quite sure what was going on in this picture actually.
 Benson and Vanessa even got in on the dunking.
 We came up to Logan on Wednesday, March 14th for Jon to meet with his program director and the anesthesiologists at Logan Regional.  It was a crazy meeting and apparentlly they were still on the fence about having AAs doing rotations there.  We had no idea.  Everything went well and Jon's first day at the hospital is tomorrow, assuming I don't go into labor tonight.  Cross our fingers and seriously hope we don't.  Jon had a hospital tour on Thurs but we had Friday available to do something.  We decided to go up to Bear Lake, get some food, see the lake, etc.  Turns out Bear Lake is pretty much shut down in March.  NOTHING was open and we didn't see hardly anyone.  But the lake is always there, so we chilled for a bit and then went back home.


The kids wore slippers on the drive up.  The plan was to change once we got to the lake but that didn't happen.  Hence, playing at the lake in slippers.  Fabulous.  Benson could have cared less that it was snow water, he wanted in so bad.  Vanessa touched the water but was happy just playing with the shells and sand.

Friday, March 9, 2012

SMA....Spinal Muscular Atrophy

So I am pretty slow in getting around to writing this post.  I have had so many people ask about it, I've been wanting to write it on the blog.  But I've also re-written it in my head a million times.  I think last I left off, we were scheduled to have the EMG done for Benson.  We had test results saying it wasn't muscular dystrophy, but not much else.  We did the EMG and the doctor commented that he was textbook SMA.  We drew some blood and waited three LONG weeks for test results to come back, then another week to get "research level" details.  Positive for SMA with three back-up copies of SMN2 gene.  The back-up copies give you a clue as to the severity of the disease.  Type 1 will have as little as one copy and type 3 will have five or more.  So Benson is considered a strong type 2.  When I talked with the SMA nurse, I told her we wanted to get in to meet with the SMA team ASAP because I am now full term in this pregnancy and baby could be making a debut anytime.  We were able to get in pretty quick.  I feel like they really pulled some strings to make it happen.
So let me explain SMA a little, or at least what I understand so far.  I am still sort of grappling at everything there is to learn.  SMA is a genetic disease.  It is autosomal recessive, meaning that both parents have to be carriers.  It is estimated that 1 in 40 are carriers of the disease and 1 in 6,000 babies have the disease.  I guess that still makes it pretty rare, but I was kind of surprised I had never even heard of this disease.  I mean, I've heard of other diseases that seem even more rare.  So what is it?  It is a neuromuscular disease.  His muscles are actually fine, albeit weak.  The motor neurons however, break down and the messages just don't get to the muscles.  Sadly, we all know too well with muscles, you use it or lose it.  His sensory neurons however, are unaffected.  He feels pain, hot, cold, and is definitely ticklish.  The disease is progressive, with most strength lost in the first 30 months and then a plateau.  The disease will spread to his intercostal muscles, the muscles between ribs that assist in breathing and eventually cause breathing difficulty. 
So....meeting with the SMA team.....
We started out having an eval with the physical therapist.  She was super positive and made me feel really good about Benson's strength.  She said there is another boy, about his same age, size, and strength that she wanted us to meet and have Benson try his equipment.  He has a vest, braces, stander, and wheelchair.  We still haven't met them, but we are getting something set up for possibly this Monday.  But the physical therapist pointed out that we really have no idea what Benson is capable of.  He could possibly walk, he just have to keep working with him and keep trying. 
Second, we met with Dr Swoboda who is the SMA specialist at Primary Childrens.  She wanted to do a CMAP, which looks at his neurons and gives a baseline reading of how many he has.  From there, they can re-evaluate every now and then and see disease progression.  This involved having to give him versed, which he hated.  This test was similar to the EMG, where they put sensors on his hand and administer tiny shocks to the neurons.  They are also able to "hear" his muscles.  Benson did okay with the test, considering his current dread of doctors.  He hates doctors right now, he even threw a fit getting weighed.  Not a good sign.  The doctor was also concerned about Benson's considerable off-the charts low-weight.  So they took some blood from his femoral vein to test his amino acids and fatty acids.  This was a chore, again.  Benson has hard veins to draw from for some reason.  After that, they wanted to show us how to use a machine called a "cough assist."  This was probably the most traumatic of the day.  It's basically a machine that forces air into the lungs and then forces it out.  It is especially helpful when kids with SMA have colds, because they can't cough productively.  You can use the cough assist and then suction out whatever it pulls from the lungs.  You have to put a mask over their nose and mouth and hold it there while the air is forced in and out.  Even with the versed still in effect, Benson threw an absolute fit.  It was traumatic for all of us.  The doctors recommend using this machine twice a day for a few breaths.  It helps to keep their alveoli open and their oxygen saturation high.  We have to work with our pediatrician to get it approved through insurance.  Along with a suction and a pulse oximeter.  We can put that on him at night, when he is most likely not getting enough oxygen to see where he is at. 
The nurse also discussed meeting with a pulmonologist and then getting referred to do a sleep study.  I'm not exactly sure how they would do that on a toddler, but then they would know whether or not he needs to be on bipap at night.  Bipap are those incredibly uncomfortable looking machines that also force air.  This will take months to get approved so it probably won't happen before we leave Utah.  But they want to try anyway, it's always worth a try, right?  So three hours later, we were done meeting with the neurologist.  We were also supposed to meet with the genetics counselor and the dietician but we were completely out of time and Benson was completely out of sorts.  I had gone from really positive about things with the physical therapist, to feeling more than overwhelmed with all the equipment he "needs."  In just three hours I had gone from feeling that he was completely normal, just a little weaker than most (okay so a lot weaker) to wondering how I was going to handle three.  I was feeling like his condition was worse than I had thought.  He felt like he would never have a normal life and would be considered "medically fragile" by everyone.
So since this appointment, I have been in contact with the dietician and the genetics counselor.  The genetics counselor had amazing news for us.  That is that any more kids we have with SMA will most likely also have three back-up copies of the SMN2 gene.  This means, Jon and I most likely would not have a type 1 baby.  Three back-up copies can look different in every child though.  Benson is a stronger type 2 so we could have a weaker type 2, the same, or even stronger still.  But I was just relieved to find out that chances are small of having type 1.
We had to keep a three day food journal for Benson to give to the dietician for evaluation.  Hopefully she has some good ideas to help get some weight on the poor guy.  Whenever I look at pictures of him with all his chub, I can't help but wonder how he lost so much weight so quickly.
I can't express how much I feel like our family has been blessed.  Don't get me wrong, life is stressful right now, and so up in the air and crazy.  But it is amazing to me how everything always works out for the best.  It is really trying my faith and causing me to put my trust in the Lord in a way I have never had to do before in my life.  I try not to worry about how I am going to handle three kids under three, one of him is slightly more "needy."  I really do feel like we were supposed to have this baby now.  For whatever reason, this baby is coming exactly when our family needs them.  I won't pretend it isn't going to be hard and there won't be days I'll cry like a baby myself because it is so hard.  But I do have that assurance that this is what is best for our family and for some reason it's how our family should be. 
The other crazy antics going on right now are Jon's clinical schedule.  We left Denver the last Friday of February.  We were supposed to start up in Logan the following Monday but Jon got an email that weekend saying Logan wasn't ready.  It would probably be a week.  That week came and went and Logan still wasn't ready.  It has been nice for Jon to have some time off, (if you can call it that, now he just spends hours and hours studying).  The last word we got Jon will start in Logan next Thurs, March 15.  And then we will most likely be in Logan through April.  May?  Well, that's a little far out for us to be informed.  We might be in Salt Lake but we also might go to Florida or even Missouri.  Having a plan would just make things too easy, wouldn't it.
So since Jon has all this time off, it would be perfect timing to have a baby, right?!  Yes, well baby has other plans.  So far, nothing.  I am sure I will go into labor March 15 just because that would probably be the most inconvenient day possible.  I think at this point, I feel like I would want to have this baby before March 14 or not until the very end of March.  That would give Jon a week or two to get settled in at Logan before he had to "ditch" out for that wife of his that refuses to be induced.  Guess we'll see. 
Speaking of babies, we need to get a good double stroller.  We are leaning towards the Delta LX umbrella stroller.  Anyone ever tried this one or have another that they really like?  We need portability and convenience.  We have the Chariot for outdoor activities, like jogging and biking.
I have also been considering getting the Fisher Price Newborn Sleeper.  I keep hearing that babies sleep amazingly well in these.  I need something that this baby can sleep well in, and that won't take up lots of space since space is a luxury we don't have.  Anyone try one of these? 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Bitter

I'm feeling a little bitter today.  Last night we watched home movies and it just happened that the first tape we could come up with here in Denver was right around the time Vanessa was learning to walk.  I had forgotten how much fun it is to watch them take those steps into independence and become little toddlers.  It made me feel like my son was being short changed.  Then this morning I took the kids to the mall where they have indoor play toys.  I felt that bit of anger growing inside again as kids younger than him were wondering around, playing on the toys.  I avoided talking to any parents because I didn't want anyone to ask how old Benson was.  Immediately following that question is always a comment about him walking.  I haven't come up with a good response yet.  It's not like I can say "he's just not interested yet." Because, he is very interested.  But he never will.  Do I say that?  My son will never walk.  It's not embarrassing or anything, it just makes my heart hurt for my little man.  And kind of angry at my genes.

On a happier note, the kids are getting better.  No more fevers, coughs mostly gone and so are most of the yellow bougars (I don't know how to spell that).  And here are some funny things Vanessa has said lately.
~As we were driving out to the Denver airport, passing expansive fields of white, "Where are all the polar bears, mommy?"
~One morning Vanessa insisted that she be called Brooklyn (her cousin) and she kept asking me all Brooklyn's family members names.  Benson was Drew and I was Nicole.
~She talks in her "daddy voice" and "papa voice"
~Benson was crying on the floor while I ran to the bathroom.  Vanessa walked over and rubbed his back and sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to him.
~Vanessa woke up really early one morning crying.  "My teeth hurt mommy, I need my toothbrush."  Me:  "Your teeth hurt?  Is it your lips?  Do you want chapstick?"  Vanessa:  "No.  I want chocolate hearts."  And then she was asleep again.
~When we got home today she said she wanted to wear her purple nightgown with her Rapunzel hair and watch Rapunzel.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Hotel Life

Vanessa literally started coughing on the drive here.  She got a nasty cold that is still lingering a bit.  And then Benson caught it.  His cold isn't as bad, it's the darn fever that he gets with it.  It seems like Benson is more prone to getting fevers.  I can't recall Vanessa ever having a fever.  I wonder if this is true for all kids?  Anyway, other than dealing with sickness, this is how we spend our days.  
 
 My biggest mistake was forgetting Benson's high chair.  There are some meals where he just insists on not having any help and feeding himself.  Or rather, making a mess himself.  I learned to use a towel at least, since that is easier to wash.
 The best part of the day of course, is when Daddy gets home.  Both kids get so excited.  Benson yells "dada dada dada" over and over and Vanessa runs and hides.  They love playing with their dad for sure.
 The kids got some trains for Christmas and we ran over to Ikea one day and added some track.  We now hoave a monster track and make a new configuration several times a day.  I was particularly proud of this one, even though you can't see it.  I am getting better at making these kinds of things.  So is Vanessa.  She has made some pretty impressive tracks herself.
 I entertained the kids with colored shaving cream in the bathtub on Saturday morning while Jon was taking an exam.  Darn those online courses!  But they loved it, and it has been a frequently requested favorite.  Vanessa actually woke up at 6:30  winsisting she needed a bath that instant the day after.  We were able to convince her to go back to bed for another hour.

 We couldn't decide what to do on Saturday when Daddy was around to play, so we drove around a bit and then ended up at the downtown Aquarium.  It was a bit of a splurge (okay, a big splurge) but the kids are obsessed with fish and I think they both loved it.  It's kind of mesmerizing watching fish swim around for some reason.

This fish was our favorite of the day.  I haven't ever seen one quite like it.  Pretty cool, isn't it?

Monday, February 6, 2012

A New Look at Life

Um, did anyone else notice the widget on the side of my blog?  Am I REALLY having a baby in six weeks?!  For my physical comfort, it would be nice if she came early.  But because I am no where near ready for this, late would be okay too.  I can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone. 
So the kids and I came out to Denver for the next three weeks.  We are currently at the hotel where Jon has been staying the past month.  We find out tonight if an apartment will rent to us for only three weeks.  If not, we're going to stay here.  I feel kind of white trash living in a hotel.  And I say living because it's not like we have a home to go to somewhere else.  We're pretty much transients.  Oh well, such is the life.
The last couple days before leaving Utah I was stressed to the max.  I was ornery, grumpy, and moody.  But just talking with Jon on the drive out to Denver made me feel better.  I can't believe how much I have missed being together as a family.  I realized I missed Jon, but it was like peace came back into my mind and I felt like I could cope with everything again just because I was with him.  I am so blessed to have him and even more blessed to get to live in the same state with him again.  I feel like Jon makes me a more positive person.  And I worry less.  I was always such a planner and spontaneity was not my forte.  I think we are a good balance for each other.  Granted, we would both love a little more stability right now, but Jon makes it all feel like it's more of an adventure and less of something to be dreaded.  Having said that, I have started looking at all the positives lately.
~We are having a baby!  When is that NOT exciting?!  And if all these tests come back positive, we have a 25% percent chance of having another baby with SMA.  So, difficult decision of whether or not or when to get pregnant...avoided!
~We are together as a family.  Pros all around for obvious reasons.
~We are in a studio hotel that has a full size fridge and a stovetop, way better than a mini fridge and just a microwave.  Though we do have a microwave.  And, we were also able to push the two double beds together so we have one ginormous beds.  The kids think it's great and it opened up the room to have more space to play.  A lot of hotels bolt their beds down so you can't do that.
~We have a job!  Wow, that feels amazing.
~Vanessa is completely healthy and showing no signs of SMA.  She is hilarious and keeps us on our toes, laughing and shaking our heads along the way.
~Benson is going to have a lot of physical difficulties but man that kid is smart.  He amazes me all the time and I know that he will shine in so many ways.  He is going to have so many talents, and so many amazing things.