Kids Say the Darndest Things

Just some things Kyler has said recently that I don't want to forget:

While watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates:
Show says..."Jake! Ahoy! Izy! Ahoy!...."
Kyler says..."Jake! A Boy! Izy! A Boy!..."
Show says..."Yo, Ho, Ho!"
Kyler says..."Ho, Ho, Ho!" (Ok, Santa!)


While getting some baby clothes out of storage:
"Whoa, check it out! Check out that box!
Don't know where he got that.

Me: "Kyler, take off your shoes."
Ky: "Here, mom. You do it."
Me: "No, Ky, you can do it."
Ky: "No, I too busy!"
Well, excuse me for interrupting!

Randomly throughout the day:
Wait a minute! I got a idea!!
Then I say, "Ok, what's your idea?"
And he looks at me like I'm crazy and says nothing.

The past couple months or so he has been saying, "Sa-weet!" I love it!

Today he said, "Oh, my heck."
I can't remember why. Good thing I watch my language.

I asked him how old he was and he tried to convince me he was six.
And when I tried to convince him he was only 3 he would act like I was the crazy one.

When Jake says he is a nut or something like that he is sure to tell him "No, I KyKy!"

This is one I am ashamed of but putting it down anyway.
We obviously watch too much How I Met Your Mother.
First, he finished humming the theme song while it was on.
Then, I mentioned something to Jake that Ted did.
Kyler was sure to point out, "No, that's Marshall."

Conversation he had by himself in the bathtub:
Ah! A monster
I not a monster. I a kid.
Oh, ok.

He always talks for Jaysen. Here is an example.
Here is your blinky (binky).
Tank you big brother.
You welcome.
*He even does a cute little voice for Jaysen.

At the moment we are in the : I want/need/have to do it!!
It tries our patience but that's ok. At least he likes being independent.
Of course, when we need him to do something by himself he refuses.

For some reason he thinks it's funny to grab Jaysen's hand and say "Nice ta meet you."

His pretend phone conversations are getting more realistic.
Hi, what you doing.
Oh, why?
Ok. Where you at?
No. Ok. Bye.

He likes to tell Jake and I how nice we are.
You a nice mommy/daddy.
That's one of the best.

I am happy to say his polite-ness has not only stuck around but gotten better.
Please. Tank you. You welcome. Sure. Excuse me. Bless you. Sorry. Etc.

When Jaysen is crying he will go over to him, kiss him on the head, and say, "It ok. You be ok."
And when he is happy Ky says, "He miling!"

He can't say his S's.

He talks to Nala (the dog) like we do. (Another thing I am ashamed of.)
"No, Lala! Go outside! You stink! Dumb dog! Get down!"

He is quite the entertainer. And he knows how silly he is.
"I siddy!"

Kyler's Birthday - Post 3

Kyler is one lucky kid, getting to celebrate his birthday so many times! Here is the Party at Grandma Cece and Grandpa's house!!

THE CAKE! This was the cake Kyler picked out so that's what I made.

Another (kinda weird) view of the cake.



Kyler and his Uncle William. Such good buddies,

His present from Nana and Papa Hibdon

Jaysen and Grandpa, just chillin'. Too cute to resist. (Really should have edited - zoomed, oh, well.)

Patiently waiting for us to stop singing. He almost blew too soon but Jake caught him.

Make (another) wish and blow out the candles (again)!

I didn't get a lot of pictures of gifts but he got a very cozy Cars blanket, a Thomas the Train back pack (pack pack), a Cars lunch box full of movies (wow!), a magnet puzzle car, and some matchbox cars. What a fun day!!

Kyler's Birthday - Post 1

Because I didn't do a party for Kyler this year we decided to celebrate with everyone separately and therefore I plan on having multiple posts about his birthday.

His birthday was on Friday, Oct 4. That day he got to go to his new baby sitter's house and play with his new friends. Then, when daddy got home from work he got to open his present from Jennifer. I promised her pictures so that is a big reason for this post.

"Cheese!" I read the card which said "Happy Birthday, Kyler. -BIRD" He then read it like this, "Happy Birthday, I love you."

 



Opening...

Almost done opening...

"Wow!"

"Cheese!" (He was very in to picture taking.)

Ta-Da!

"I luv him, mom. My giraffe." (This picture was not posed. He did it all on his own. That wasn't the only time I caught him hugging it.

We found some penny's.

Learning about how it works.

"This is fun!"

He loves it! He doesn't quite understand that it is to 'store' your money. He just has fun putting it in and taking it out. But he likes it and that is what matters. Thank you, Jen Bird!

Kyler's Birthday - Post 2

Yeah, I messed up. The problem with having more than one blog is that some times I click on the wrong blog. Ugh. I did this entire post on the wrong blog. Please follow the link below to see the real post.

~Sorry, I was trying to get it done before bedtime. Oops!


http://lyssylala.blogspot.com/2013/10/kylers-birthday-post-2.html

Terrible Three's!!!!

It happened a little early, but it happened.

Kyler hit the Terrible Three's!

He never really had Terrible Two's and I thought I was out of the woods. Boy was I wrong! It's like someone flipped a switch! I'm pretty sure everyone who reads my blog follows me on Facebook and/or Instagram but I will give a little bit better of an account of the past week on here.

It started while I was at work and I got this text from Jake:

 

Needless to say, I was furious! Just days before I was thinking about how glad I was his hair was growing out so  that it would look good for his 3 year old pictures. And now it was short. I mean really short, as in we are all still amazed he got it so short without cutting himself.

 

I was in shock. He was always so good and knew not to play with scissors. In fact he didn't even call them scissors until recently. They were "ouchies" and he would carefully hand them to me or let me know they got left out if he saw them. So, I guess what happened was that Jake had been cutting his shorts in the bathroom and left the scissors on the counter. Jaysen was crying so he was busy taking care of him when Kyler found the scissors and proceeded to chop the front of his hair. Jake laughed. He told him mommy was going to be mad, boy was that an understatement.

 

Jake told me I had better take some pictures to document because in a couple days, or weeks, I would be laughing about it. This was what I decided on:

I couldn't decide if I should scream or cry. So I did neither. I got home from work and we went straight to the salon. She started buzzing it and I couldn't look. I could feel the tears behind my eyes, but they never came out. "At least he is a boy" is what I kept telling myself and what everyone kept saying. I mean it isn't the worst thing in the world but I hate getting his hair cut so short because he looks so grown up. I just want him to stay little!

He loved the results. Normally, he hates hair cuts. Screams and cries and throws a fit. He has to sit on one of our laps and the other has to be there to help hold. This time he sat in the chair all by himself, did exactly what the lady asked and smiled the whole time.

The outcome was good. And I will say he looks good. And he loves it. Tells everyone he got his hair cut and is so happy about it. I guess that's what matters. He is still my cute kid.

 

So I made it through that day. The next day was my day off which means I had my usual morning routine. Get up with Kyler, get him some milk and turn on Disney channel. He chills on the couch and I get to go back to sleep for an hour until Jaysen wakes up and we start the day. We have been doing this since Jaysen was born, no problems. And that day wasn't any different. We got dressed and ready for the day and decided to go shopping for an outfit for Kyler for his 3 year old pictures.

 

We were about to walk out the door when I saw this:

Piano Bench

 

 

And this...

Top of the couch

Back of couch

And this...

Coffee table

And, finally, this...

Dining room table

Yep, while I was sleeping he decided to be an artist with a dry erase marker (thank goodness it wasn't a Sharpie).

Why? Why, why why? That's all I could say. He KNOWS that we only write on paper. It has been pounded into his head from the moment he could hold a crayon.

I was already ready to go so I just left it and we walked out the door. We went to the mall where we met my friend, Mindy. Did a lot of wandering around and then he said he had to go potty. He has been potty training for a few weeks now and doing pretty well. So I took him to the bathroom and helped him up onto the toilet. He was about to go when it flushed. Automatic flushing toilet. Scared the crap out of him...oh wait, no, scared it back in, I guess. He jumped off and refused to go. After trying to convince him with no luck we just had to walk out and I just prayed he held it until we left.

 

We went into Crazy 8's and I finally found something. But of course I wanted to try it on him. So we went into the back to use their tiny, make-shift dressing room. (It is literally a cut out in the wall with a curtain, not even big enough to be called a closet.) I got his clothes off and the pants on and went to put the shirt on when he lost it. And my child isn't like that. Once again, it was like someone flipped a switch, and for whatever reason he decided he did NOT want to wear that shirt and was NOT going to put it on, even for a second. Well, I wasn't planning on buying the shirt, I just wanted the vest that went over it. So after being slightly embarrassed that he had screamed and threw a fit and the entire store had heard I gave in and just tried the vest on. Great, it fit, now get it off and lets get out!

 

Left the store and decided to stop at the bathroom and try one last time. And then I found it, the ONE toilet in the bathroom (and maybe the whole mall) that was not an automatic flush. It took a lot of convincing and a few minutes of my trying to hold him down until he went but he went!!

 

And that was day 2. I had survived. And now I only pray I can make it through the next year. (And I hope he can survive, too!)

 

The rest of that week wasn't too bad. He got this crazy idea that he can tell me no. We are working on that one but that is something I will not put up with. He has been SUPER whiny (must be a 3 year old thing. I don't know any 3 year old that doesn't whine.) But now I have to learn how to deal with it. He has developed this crazy curiosity and he just has to touch EVERYTHING! I swear he was not doing that a couple weeks ago. He has WAY too much energy. Not only did someone flip a switch but they also must have wound him up too tight and now he just spirals out of control. Like a literal tornado, spinning around and touching everything. I feel like I am being a harsh mom because every 5 minutes I am saying, "No. Stop. Don't touch that. Get out of there. Get down. Don't do that. Be quiet. Sit still....etc."

 

I'm sure you're all laughing right now and saying, "Ha, she got her's." Because you know what an easy kid he has been for me so far. When I was pregnant with Jaysen I kept saying I was worried that God wouldn't give me two good kids and that he was going to be a handful. Well, he is a pretty good baby. I never expected that Kyler would be the one to change and be the handful.

 

And although he is a little crazy and my hair is going a little gray-er lately, I still love that kid more than life itself. He can always turn things around by giving me a hug or kiss, unexpectedly, coming to cuddle with me, or being his super polite self. I'm not trying to brag but I have never met a kid his age that says as many please's, thank you's (kank you), you're welcome's (welcome), bless you, excuse me's, etc, as he does. And lately he gives me compliments that just melt my heart. I had him his juice and he says, "Kank you, mommy. You a nice mommy." Does it get any better?!

 

So I guess I'll keep him. I'll just have to pray a little harder for more patience.

 



Deja Vu

I mostly wanted to write this blog to show my thanks for all the people who I am so grateful for lately. First off, I wanted to write a blog last week about how thankful I am for all the nurses at Orem Community Hospital. They were all just wonderful and made my experience a million times better than the first time around. Anyway, now I have more people to thank at the same hospital.

For those of you who haven't heard, I was back there exactly a week after Jaysen was born. I'll try to not be too graphic with this post...it isn't exactly as "pretty" as a birth story is. So, if you don't want to hear about gross stuff that has to do with pregnancy stop reading now. I figure most of my readers are women or moms and won't be disturbed by it.

Everything was going great. I was healing well and starting to get used to being up with the baby at night. My bleeding was minimal and my cramping was going away. It was Tuesday morning, 3:30am and I had just finished feeding Jaysen and got him back to sleep. I went to the bathroom before going back to bed myself when I noticed I had bled a lot. A lot more than I had been, and a lot more than what seemed normal. I remember the nurse telling me before I discharged the hospital that if I bled a lot it wasn't anything to worry about unless I bled through another pad in an hour. I went back to bed and hadn't even got comfortable when I realized I had just bled a lot more. I did what anyone in this day and age does and got out my phone. I checked Google to see how serious all this bleeding was. Everything pretty much said that a lot of bleeding meant to call the doctor. Being almost 4 am I wasn't really sure how to do that. So I woke up Jake and told him what was going on. He pointed out that my doctor might be on call since he was on call last Tuesday morning. He called the hospital and sure enough it was my doctor. He told Jake that I should be ok and that if I were still bleeding in the morning to come to his office. Jake also talked to his mom who is a nurse and she said almost the same thing. That I should lay down and see if it goes away in the next half hour. She said it might be because I had such minimal bleeding that maybe it was just catching up.

When he got off the phone I asked him for a blessing. Then I laid down and asked Jake if he could get me a granola bar because I was hungry and thought that might help. (BIGGEST MISTAKE) I hadn't been laying down for even 10 min when I told Jake I had better use the bathroom because it seemed like I had bled a lot again. When I got to the bathroom I discovered not only had I bled a lot but I was passing blood clots. Huge blood clots. Like the size of my hand. I didn't even have to think twice before telling Jake we had to go to the hospital and to call his mom. He first called the doctor back and told him what was going on. He told us to go to the ER at Orem Community and he would meet us there. What a blessing that he was on call!

Jake gathered up what we would need for the boys and got them in the car while I tried my best to get all cleaned up. I decided to wear a pair of pj pants that I knew I would be ok with throwing away. When we got to the hospital Jake's mom was there to take the boys. I called my mom to let her know what was going on when I realized that it was 5:00 am on Tuesday morning. The exact same time I had called her the week before to let her know I was in labor. Deja Vu.

I got all checked in and in a room. I told the nurse I wanted to stay in the wheel chair in case they needed to take me somewhere. I knew the min I stood up there would be blood everywhere. I wasn't in any pain, thank goodness, but I was having cramps that felt a lot like contractions every few min. I was having really bad anxiety, though. I told Jake that on the pain scale my pain was at a 1 and my anxiety was a 10.5. Everything was making me cry. The nurse said she was going to do my IV and I started crying. I asked Jake to let Jennifer know what was going on, I cried again, because I miss her. I think I cried more while in the ER than I have cried in the last year. Anyway, I got my IV and they said they were going to take me to ultrasound. The doctor said what was probably going on was that a piece of the placenta got missed and my body was trying to get rid of it. They would do an ultrasound and then more than likely do a D&C (which basically cleans me out, if you didn't know.)

Time to get into the bed and into a gown. I wasn't exactly sure how to do this because while I had been sitting in the wheel chair less than half an hour I had bled so much it was on the floor. I realized it didn't matter what kind of mess I made because I was in a hospital and there was nothing I could do about it.

And this is where a huge thanks to my wonderful husband comes in. I don't know many men who would be ok with stuff like this. Grated, in emergency situations you just learn to deal, but Jake is just amazing. He helped me into the bathroom and we decided the best thing to do was to just cut my pants off while I was on the toilet. Pulling them off was near impossible considering I really didn't want to stand and they were soaked in blood. A nurse grabbed some scissors and off came my pants. Like I said, I knew I would be throwing them away anyway and I'm glad I thought of that.

Eventually, I got into a gown and into bed. The ER doctor came and told me that they had talked to my doctor and decided that we would forego the ultrasound and take my straight to surgery for the D&C. Then came the dreaded question, "when did you eat last?" Well, silly me, had eaten a granola bar at 4. It was now 7:30. The means it had only been 3 1/2 hours since I had eaten. The anesthesiologist came to go over paper work with me and have me sign my life away. He explained the risks of putting me under with food in my stomach and said we would leave it up to the doctor. If he thought we could wait, we would, if not, and it was too much of an emergency we would just risk it. My doctor came and checked me and decided that my bleeding had slowed enough that we could wait until the 6 hours since I had eaten were up. That meant 10:00.

Stupid granola bar. So there we were, stuck in the ER simply waiting for time to pass. I was tired and hungry and very uncomfortable. Tick tock. Tick tock. Time was killing me. The tears just kept coming. The staff was very nice and good about making sure I had everything they could possibly give me to make me more comfortable. They even brought in a little gift basket with some candy (not that I could it eat, but it was a nice thought.)

Jake ran to his parents house to take his mom the milk I had pumped for the baby. I wouldn't be able to nurse for 24 hours after surgery so I was trying to give him as much milk as possible. When he came back his dad was with him and they gave me a blessing. I was a lot more calm after that. I can't even express how grateful I am for priesthood blessings. They truly are one of my biggest testimony/faith builders.

The next 2 hours were some of the longest of my life. Waiting. Uncomfortable. Scared. Tired. Hungry. Just awful. But eventually the time came that the nurses from the OR came to take me to surgery. I remember being wheeled to OR, nurses getting things prepped in the room, and then opening my eyes. I don't remember closing them but I could have sworn I blinked and it was all over. The only way I knew I was done was that when I went in the clock said 11 something and when I opened my eyes it was after 12.

I was worried I would wake up feeling like I did after my wisdom teeth (the only other time I've been put under.) But I actually felt great. I wasn't groggy or out of it at all. I just remember coughing a lot because of the tube I had down my throat. Within a couple minutes they wheeled me to another spot in the hospital where Jake was waiting for me. He ran home to get me some clothes to wear (considering I now had no pants) and I ate (inhaled) some crackers. When he got back I was able to get dressed and leave just like that.

We went to Jake's parents and decided to stay for the day. I couldn't wait to kiss my babies who I had been thinking about and missing all day. It was SO nice to have the extra help and words just can't express how thankful I am for Jake's mom and sister for all their help that day. Kyler was so lucky to be able to spend the day with his cousins and even got to go to the Tracey Aviary. Jake and I both got a good nap in and then were able to have dinner with his family.

Now it is Monday night again...and I really don't plan on going to the hospital again tonight. For the first time in 2 weeks I am going to get to my "Tuesday To-do List".

Once again I really just want to express my thanks to everyone that has been so kind and helpful the past couple of weeks. My family, who have all been so willing to help out in any way they possibly can. Jake's family, (a big thanks to Robyn and Ally) who helped us so much with Kyler and Jaysen and making sure Jake took good care of me (although, I'm sure I wouldn't ever have to worry about that.) My ward members who brought us dinner and have been checking on me. My doctor for being a great doctor and for being on call. All the nurses and staff who were exceptionally kind to me in every area of the hospital that I was. And all my friends who have been checking on me and making sure I am taken care of. Jennifer, for keeping me company and helping me through all my emotions and anxiety lately, and always. And a final thanks to everyone that offered prayers in my behalf. That was the biggest help of all. I needed those prayers and I know they were answered. Heavenly Father is always there for us and always watching over us. He doesn't expect us to do anything alone and never leaves us when we need him the most. I am so grateful for the faith and knowledge that I have, knowing that as hard as things were I was not alone and I would get through it all just fine.

And now, you'll be happy to know, that all is well. I am healing up great and, besides having a newborn, getting my energy back. Let's just say it will be a very long while before I consider having anymore kids! :)

Jaysen is Here!!

Jaysen has finally made his arrival and we couldn't be more happy! He is so precious, happy, and healthy. He has been a good eater right from the start and I really hope it stays that way. He is only 6 days old but so far he is a great baby. And now time for his birth story. Granted, this is labor, and this is so that I don't have to write it in my journal. It will contain all the gory details.

First, a little background. Jaysen's due date was 6-20-13. I had my last doctor's appointment on Tuesday, 6-4-13. At that appointment I was dilated to 3 cm and 60 % effaced. That made me excited to know that I was getting closer but at the same time I knew that it didn't mean a lot. I was dilated to a 4 with Kyler for 4 days before I had him so I knew I had to be patient. That night I had some contractions and they got as close as 5 min apart only not very consistent. I made sure I had as much ready as I could just in case we went to the hospital soon.

I went to bed at 10:30 and it seemed like the contractions started slowing down. By morning they had stopped. So it was off to work and back to life. The rest of the week was pretty normal, a few contractions here and there throughout the week. By the weekend I was getting tired and annoyed because the contractions were getting stronger but not any closer. Not to mention just having to have patience when everyone was asking about my progress. I did as much walking as I could on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

I went to bed on Monday thinking about my to-do list for the next day. At 1:30 I woke up with contractions. They were about 20 min apart and I tried to sleep but every time I had one I woke up so I could time it. Soon they were 15 min and then 10. About every 3 or 4 were strong and the rest I could hardly feel. By 3:30 they were around 5 min apart. They started getting stronger and it was about 4:00 that I decided I should at least wake Jake up. I told him we should probably start getting ready. He rolled over like he didn't believe me. I waited until after the next contraction and then told him again that it was time to get up. He asked me how far apart and how long the contractions were, mostly because I  think he was trying to convince me he could sleep longer. It didn't work and I told him we should at least get everything packed up just in case. As we were getting ready they were getting stronger and sometimes only 2 1/2 min apart. It took us about an hour to get up and packed and get everything in the car.

We decided to take Kyler to Jake's parents since they were close by. As we got closer to the hospital (Orem Community) - which is about 5 min before his parents house- I told Jake I wanted to go to the hospital first and have someone come pick Kyler up from there. My contractions were getting stronger and stronger and now that we were headed to the hospital I had stopped timing. Jake convinced me that it was only an extra 10 min and we would hurry. I wasn't worried about the baby coming too soon, I was just in a lot of pain. We dropped Kyler off and then finally made it to the hospital around 5:30.

As we pulled up I had a contraction that brought me to tears. That never happened with Kyler. The only time I cried with him was when I got my IV put in. And I remember having bad contractions but the pain was manageable. I mean I was at the hospital 8 hours before I decided I was tired and might as well get an epidural. Anyway, we got into the admitting room and the nurse said I was at a 4. I was started thinking, great, he is posterior like Kyler was and I'm not going to progress very quickly. At this point I would just like to take a moment to thank the nurse. She showed Jake how to push on my legs to help relieve the pain from the contractions. It was a life saver.

They decided to admit me and my doctor was already at the hospital so that was a plus. The only bad thing was that it was shift change so getting to a room took a little longer than normal. Before I got to my room the nurse asked me what my "pain goal" was. Meaning what number would I have to be at before I would want an epidural. I told her a 7 and that I was at about a 5 at the time. By the next couple of contractions I decided I was at a 6 and by the time she came to check on me again I was at a 7 and telling Jake to get me the epidural. As soon as we got to the room the nurse started my IV. I asked her to numb it first and I think that helped a little because it wasn't too painful and she did a great job. Within about 5 min the anesthesiologist was there and setting up to do my epidural. I was so grateful for that.

I'm not sure how far apart they were but those contractions were so painful. It's funny because my sister-in-law and I were talking about labor a few weeks prior and she was saying how contractions were the worst pain she had ever felt. I disagreed because with Kyler they really didn't seem that bad and even right up until I had the epidural I was doing ok, pain wise. Anyway, I know what she means now. Worst. Pain. Ever. So they started the epidural and I was so relieved. With Kyler I swear it only took 5 min, tops, and I didn't feel anything because I was more focused on the contractions. This time was not like that. I was in so much pain I couldn't arch my back just right and he was having trouble getting it in. I just wasn't relaxed enough between having contractions and trying not to think about the giant needle going into my back. At one point I thought I was going to break Jake's thumb off because I was squeezing so hard, trying not to move during a contraction. After what seemed like an eternity, although, it was more like 20 min, the epidural was in and I could feel the medicine starting to work. The nurse checked me again and I was shocked to hear that I was at a 6 and I had only been there an hour and a half. Not long after that my doctor came in and broke my water. He checked me and said I was at a 7. Once again, thanking the nurse for being so positive about my progression and saying I didn't need the Pitocin and I could have him within the hour. (If you know Kyler's birth story you would know that the nurse was not helpful at all in telling me with a frowny face that I was still only at a 5 - which burst my bubble and that's when I put my hands in the air and said just give me the epidural.)

The next time she came in I was at an 8 and not much longer it was a 9. The hour was up and she said I was just about there. I was at a 9 for another half hour or so and she said it was because the cervix was stuck on part of his head and just didn't want to budge. She talked to the doctor and decided to hook me up to a little Pitocin, hoping that would help to just push him down the little bit that was needed. I got all hooked up and she had me push a few times, trying to get that last centimeter. By this time I was excited to be getting so close and at the same time nervous because I was so tired I didn't know if I would have the energy to push. Between the times she was having me push I was falling asleep. Finally she decided I was close enough and went to get the doctor. This was a little after 10:00 am.

I loved the epidural. It was different from the first one I had, which gave me no feeling, what-so-ever. This one took the edge off and made it so I couldn't feel the contractions at all, just pressure. The doctor came in and checked me and said that the reason he was stuck at a 9 for so long was because he was sideways instead of face down. He had me do one push and he flipped him around. Then he started getting ready to deliver. I remember feeling a lot of pressure and having to breathe through the contraction in order to not push. Jake was sure to tell me that I couldn't push because no one was there to catch him yet.

Next thing I knew the doctor was ready and we were just waiting for the next contraction so that I could push. The first one came and I pushed 4 times and then we waited for the next one. I found it so funny how calm things were. Everyone just patiently waiting and me trying to not fall asleep and the doctor talking to the nurse about how he wants to sell his house in a couple years. It went like this through 2 more contractions and then his head was out. The next contraction came and out he came, 10:34 am. About 10 min worth of pushing. Not too bad if I do say so myself.

And there he was, the cutest little purple, slimy blob I have ever seen. And so much hair! I was expecting a bald baby. Kyler was pretty bald except the very back of his head. And his hair was light brown. Jaysen has dark hair, just enough to cover his little head. Granted he wasn't born with as much hair as I have seen on some babies, but for my baby that was a lot.

Next, we made all the phone calls and sent all the texts out to let everyone know he was here. And after that I decided to try and feed him, a goal I had set after having Kyler. When Kyler was born I waited to feed him for awhile and I think that's why he had a hard time nursing, at first. Jaysen did great and latched on the very first time. I was so happy. The rest of the day with filled with visitors, returning text messages, feeding the baby, and counting down the minutes until I could sleep.

Kyler came with my sisters and wasn't so sure about the whole thing at first. He wanted nothing to do with me. I really don't blame him. I was in a hospital bed hooked up to all this weird stuff. I wouldn't want anything to do with me either. He kissed Jaysen on the head but I don't know if he actually understood who he was, just that he was a baby. By that evening, when he came back, he had started to warm up to me and was starting to understand that the baby was Jaysen. I think he is still wrapping his head around the fact that it is the same baby that was in my tummy. He has pointed to my fat gut a few times saying, "Jaysen" and then pointing to the baby, "Jaysen, two Jaysen's." I've had to explain that the baby came out of my tummy and there is only one Jaysen.

We are all adjusting well and I'm starting to get more sleep. Jaysen has some jaundice but other than that he is doing just great. We are so lucky to have two wonderful sons in our lives.

Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle

That's all my belly does lately. Jaysen is pretty wiggly and obviously getting bigger and has less room to move around. Sometimes it feels like he is stretching my skin to it's limits or I am getting punched in the stomach from the inside. I used to think he didn't move as much as Kyler. He must have heard me or something because he has caught up to all the moving Kyler did. I think these next 3 months will be hard because I am getting anxious to actually meet Jaysen and of course the bigger he gets the more uncomfortable I get.
Lately, Kyler has been so cute. He kisses my belly all the time. The other day he wanted to play with Jaysen, I guess, because he was trying to open my belly! It was so cute but he had a hard time understanding that he couldn't come out. He gave him a toy to play with by setting a car on my tummy. And this morning Jake blew a raspberry on my belly and Kyler decided to be very protective of his little brother and told him not to blow on baby and hurried over to pull my shirt down and put the blanket on me. It was so funny.


***I wrote this awhile ago and saved it because I didn't have time to finish. I am posting it now because I want to remember this and don't have anymore to add.****

A Little Update

Thought I should do a little update for those that follow my blog...

Jake - MUCH better! He has been walking on his foot with no brace or anything for the past couple weeks. The last two x-rays he had showed that everything is healing really well and just the way it should. We are so happy! It is still sore and he looks a little gimpy but so far so good. His doctor even said if he started working it out or running he could be playing ball again in a couple weeks. HA! Not if I have anything to say about it. He isn't playing ball until fall, after the baby is born and we know his ankle is 100% again. I don't remember if I mentioned it or not but Jake is now back at the Orem Sizzler! It is so nice to have him close to home again. (Did I ever even mention he was at the SLC Sizzler?) He might get annoyed with me coming in so often to eat but I can't help it. I have missed being able to see him all the time - and it's free food! Why would I want to sit at home and eat mac and cheese when I could go see Jake at work and have a nice dinner? I will admit I am trying to limit my visits but I've missed it a lot.

Alyssa- MUCH bigger! Ok...maybe not super huge yet but I feel really big on some days. Sometimes Jaysen stretches so much I just want to cry because he is stretching my skin to it's limits. Besides all the stretching I am not as uncomfortable (yet) as I remember being with Kyler. I had sciatica really bad when I was pregnant with Ky and was worried I would have it again this time. I had a little bit at first because my hips weren't aligned but it seemed to go away after a few trips to the chiropractor (that wasn't the case with Kyler). I am uncomfortable but only because it's hard to be comfortable with a big belly and the extra weight I'm carrying around. I am really hoping Jaysen stays in longer and is bigger than Kyler was. Kyler was born 13 days early at 6 lbs 10 oz. Not bad, but I feel like the closer I am to my due date the better. My mom had 3 kids that were all at least 3 weeks early. I have already beat her track record and hope to keep it up. That in mind, I also don't want a huge baby or to be past my due date. I highly doubt that would happen, just saying.

Kyler- MUCH smarter! And learning more and more every day. It just blows my mind. He knows a few of his letters; J,K,O,R,T,V,X and the number 2. And the other day he pointed out a Q. I was shocked because I didn't know where he learned it. But, to be honest, I don't know where he learned the other letter's either. He also knows that K says kuh, another surprise to me. Maybe all the cartoons he watches on PBS is good for something. He has letters he plays with in the bath and we go over them a lot during bath time but so far those are the ones that have stuck. He knows all of his colors but for some reason keeps getting red and green mixed up. I'm really hoping this will pass soon but part of me thinks he could be color blind because I know that people that are color blind can't tell the difference between red and green. I guess we will see what happens when he gets older. He already loves his little brother. Wants to feel him kick all the time and always kissing my tummy. He has been carrying around his baby doll a lot lately and it is so cute. He has also been a big mommy's boy lately and I'm sure it's because he somehow knows he won't have mommy all to himself soon. Sometimes that makes me sad, knowing he won't have as much time with me, but I guess all of the oldest kids go through it and survive.

Family Update

Jake and his Ankle--

We found out a couple weeks ago that Jake broke his talus bone. It's a bone kind of in the center of your ankle. He didn't break it all the way through and no pieces came off. The doctor said that he dodged a big bullet there. He also has some torn ligaments/tendons (not sure which). The doctor said if the break was worse he would do surgery, however, he thinks it should heal fine on it's own. Jake is not allowed to put any weight on his ankle, at all. This isn't really a problem because it hurts too bad for him to even let it touch the floor. So he is on crutches and has a scooter he uses at work, while wearing a boot. He might get it casted but it all depends on if his work will let him move down to Orem so that I can drive him to work. They will do an x-ray next week to check the healing progress and then it will be at least another 3 weeks before he can put weight on it. Unless it hasn't healed at all or healed wrong in that time. If that's the case he will have to have surgery but the doctor thinks it isn't very likely. He is still in a lot of pain and the pain meds he has don't do a lot for him. For now it is just a waiting game, and that's the worst part. The doctor said it is a really bad injury but it could be a lot worse so he is lucky. The hardest part for both of us (besides him being in pain and me watching him be in pain) is that he can't do much. I am so used to having him help around the house and do a lot for me and he just can't. Even the simplest things, like carrying a drink to the living room, is a no-go. But we are managing and he won't be crippled forever, we hope!


Alyssa and her Bump--

Happy to report that the baby is growing and doing just great. He kicks and wiggles all the time now. I am feeling great other than the minor aches and pains that come along with having a watermelon strapped to your stomach. Sleeping is getting harder because everyday my belly gets bigger. I'm running out of normal sized clothes and enjoying my new maternity wardrobe. I just wish I had more energy. I have a lot more than I did in my first trimester but now that I'm helping Jake a lot more along with carrying a growing baby around, I run out of energy a lot sooner. I'm also getting more and more nervous about being a mom of two. I know it is going to be a lot of work but it will all be worth it! Kyler does a good job at helping with what he can but let's be honest, he is two. Most of the time I end up redoing what he does. At least he is learning! He is going to be such a great big brother and big helper to mommy and daddy.


Kyler and his Learning--

Wow is he learning fast! He knows so many words now and most of the time talks nonstop. He says and does the most entertaining things. He is learning some of his letters and his colors and he can count to two. He knows how to help make mac and cheese and loves to help us cook. He is so good at helping clean up and puts all his toys away. He helps do the laundry and the dishes. He is getting a little better at eating more but he still has a hard time trying new things. He is working on potty training and if I were better at it I'm sure he would be too. I just get tired and it's hard for Jake to do anything with his hurt foot. Sadly, we have put potty training off for a bit. I was hoping to have it mastered by the time Jaysen get's here but I guess having two kids in diapers won't be the end of the world if it doesn't happen.

Nala the Annoying--
She is making me nuts. Sure, we love her, but oh wow is she annoying. She has always had a licking problem and still does. She isn't a very smart dog. She can't see in the dark and yet she has to sleep on our bed so when the light it off she walks around whining because she can't see to get on the bed. She wakes me up in the middle of the night walking around. The other day she pulled a diaper out of the bathroom trash, took it outside and tore it up, but not before she shred the toilet paper she pulled out all over the bathroom. She has bad breath. I'm sure it's just dog breath but since I've been pregnant it makes me feel sick. She also makes Jake crazy because she always manages to step on his ankle or get in his way while he is crutching around. Kyler, however, loves her to death and we end up feeling bad for her because he chases her around the house wanting to hug her or play with her or drag her around. She is so good with him and always has been. Thank goodness she has that going for her!

And that's all of us, besides the fish. We have one lone fish who is hanging in there. I doubt we will get more fish for awhile because a fish tank is a lot of work for us right now. Jake was so good about taking care of the tank and fish but isn't really able to now.

Broken Jake

Poor Jakey, just can't win for losing. Most of you already know about his bad knees. He also has had shin splints that turned out to be shin fractures in both legs, back problems, migraines, and he is lactose intolerant. He has learned to live with daily pain and now he has a hurt ankle. So far we know it is a sprain but we also think it is something worse. He has an appointment with a foot specialist tomorrow to find out more.

It's been hard for him to go to the gym since we have been married because of time and because of his knee's always hurting. He found church ball was a great way to get a little work out in every week. Sure, it caused his shin fractures and his knees still hurt but it was fun for him. He usually goes for 2 hours, from 9-11 on Tues and Thurs. Tuesday before last he came home early. I jokingly said, "you're home early, did you hurt something?" I wasn't expecting him to say yes but he replied, "oh, yeah. It hurts." He limped into the living room in pain and I noticed his ankle was about twice the size it should have been. The instacare by our house closed at nine and the one in Orem closed at 10. There was no way we were going to make it and Jake is against the Emergency Room because of the cost. We loaded up in the truck and Jake got on the phone with his mom (a nurse) to find out what best to do. Luckily she and I both work for an amazing doctor who was willing to call in an x-ray for him. We wanted to find out if it was broken or not and then go from there.

Radiology got us right in and the x-ray came back that there were no breaks or fractures. The doctor said it was just a very bad sprain and to wrap it until he could be seen in the morning. He and I had a very hard time sleeping due to his pain and my worry. When we went to the doctor Jake was in a lot of pain and every time the doctor touched his foot Jake would almost scream out in pain. He gave him a removable cast thing and told him we would recheck in a week.

He borrowed some crutches from a friend and spent the week in a lot of pain and discomfort. The swelling came and went and the bruising got worse and worse. He just went for the recheck appointment and was still in a lot of pain. The doctor had him take a step and Jake about fell to the floor in pain, saying the bottom of his foot went numb. The doctor tried a new brace and suggested he see a foot specialist because it didn't seem to be hurting where he thought it would according to where the swelling was. And the fact that he couldn't put weight on it at all wasn't a good sign.
He has an appointment set up for Friday and honestly we are both kind of hoping it is broken so that he can have surgery and get it fixed. Also, if they put him in a hard cast he won't be able to drive at all because it is his right foot. That would make me more comfortable and he thinks it might be good motivation for the higher-ups to move him back to the Orem store. Fingers crossed.

This morning I think was the worse of this whole ordeal. He got up to use the bathroom and I was still in bed. I heard a crash and a couple almost swear words so I jumped out of bed to make sure he was ok. His crutch slipped out from under him on the rug and he was on the floor, hands and knees, sobbing in pain. It is hard to see someone you love, especially a grown man, hurting so much it brings him to tears. And what's worse was there was nothing I could do for him. I'm glad he was still able to move himself because it got me thinking that if something had happened I would have no way to move or help him at all. He was on the floor for a good 5 min before moving to the edge of the tub, waiting for the pain to subside. Eventually he was able to get up again and about two hours later got ready and went to work. I really didn't want him to but he is a work aholic and takes his manager responsibility very seriously.

I guess all we have to do now is wait and see what the doctor says tomorrow and go from there. Prayers would be great at this time!

Jaysen Chase Cohoon

IT'S A BOY!!

          Seems like everyone we know either thought it was a girl or wanted a girl even though they thought it was a boy. We didn't care either way. A girl would be fun but we already have all the boy stuff we need.
         Needless to say we were not surprised. The joke is that Cohoon's only have boys. Out of 11 grandchildren there are 3 girls so that seems about right. The Cohoon name lives on!
         And speaking of names I thought I would tell the story of Jaysen's name. As some of you know I like to have the name all picked out before we find out the gender. I was the same way with Kyler only we had our boy and girl name picked out before I even got pregnant. Kyler's middle name wasn't set until about the week before but we knew he was Kyler. This time was a little different. Of course we still had our girl name from last time but we were so undecided on a boy name. It seemed like everything I suggested to Jake he would say no to, and he had almost no suggestions. I know he wasn't worried about it because we have plenty of time but I like to be prepared.
         One night I couldn't sleep and I just started thinking about names. We already had the idea of using Jaysen/Jayson as a middle name but couldn't come up with a first name. In my half awake-ness I decided I really did like Jaysen as a first name and liked it spelled with -en instead of -on. I already knew I wanted the Y just to mix things up a bit. I had seen it spelled that way a few times and liked how it looked. Some people say I have this thing with the letter Y. I don't know why but I probably do. Maybe because there is a Y in my name?
         Anyway, the next day I told Jake that I really liked the name Jaysen and I wanted Chase to be the middle name. He agreed! I was thrilled. That was about a week before my ultrasound and even though we had been going back and forth on names I knew that was it when he said he liked it.
         Jaysen is after Jake's oldest brother, Jason, who passed away when he was about 3 years old. We thought it would be a nice way to honor not only him but Jake's parents as well. They are some of the most wonderful people I know and I know that must have been one of the hardest things any parent could have gone through.
         Chase is a Kimball family name. Beginning with Heber Chase Kimball and being passed down through the generations. My brother, William, has the middle name Chase. My dad's middle name starts with C but I guess my grandma just didn't want Chase for some reason. My grandfather's middle name is Chase and so is his father's middle name. There is one more generation it skipped with David Patton Kimball, but then his father is Heber Chase Kimball. I've always really liked the name and knew that someday I would give it to one of my son's for a middle name. And that's how it happened. Jaysen Chase Cohoon.
          At our ultrasound he was being very shy. We were scared we wouldn't be able to tell the gender but luckily he moved in time. He is definitely a boy, no question there. Everything looks good and he is measuring right where he needs to be. The ultrasound tech said he looked to be about 12 oz right now. Right on track - and yet he is still so tiny! He kept covering his face with his hands so we never got a good look but it was so cute to see him being so shy. Then he turned and his face was to my back so we really couldn't see anything. It makes me wonder what his personality will really be like. I remember when we did Kyler's ultrasound, they weren't able to get all the measurements they needed because he was too wiggly. Kicking all over the place and squirming around. I'm anxious to see if Jaysen is like Kyler at all or if they will be complete opposites.
          I'm half way through this pregnancy and I know the rest of the time will seem the longest. Now that I know it is a boy and we have his name I am so anxious to meet him. June seems like such a long ways a way but I know it will be here before I know it.

 

Can't wait to kiss those little toes!!

Internet - finally!

As most of you know I haven't had internet at my house for a very long time. And I also haven't had a computer to use the internet on. Well, this Christmas that all changed. Jake and I got a laptop and 3 months of free internet and tv from his wonderful parents. We just got the internet up and running this week and now I'm trying to remember how to use an actual computer, rather than just my phone. Facebook is a lot bigger, it's weird. And it's very nice to have a real keyboard to type blog's on rather than my phone and a teeny tiny screen. So, now I'm going to be working on putting my pictures onto my computer and catching up on blogging. I could never put pictures on my blog using my phone. For now, I think I will just do a quick update of things that have been going on with us: We will start with the youngest member of the family, the baby in my belly. We find out on Jan 31 if that is a boy or girl baby. At the moment neither Jake, nor I have any feelings of what the gender is. Some days I think girl, some days I think boy, and same goes for Jake. At the moment I am just over 17 weeks. I started feeling some movement around 14/15 weeks but they were so faint I didn't really decide that I felt the baby until just last week. There have been some definite kicks since then. Our doctor's appointments have all gone well and so far the baby is growing just like it should. There have been no complications but we did have a little bit of a scare. A couple days after Christmas I had a little bit of spotting. From everything I read online and in my baby books it was nothing to worry about. I mean it was a tiny bit and I wasn't cramping or anything. I really wasn't worried about it. So then I had my doctor's appointment last week. I mentioned it to my doctor and he pointed out that because I am RH Negative I should have called the office and they would have told me to get a RHoGAM shot within 72 hours of bleeding. For those of you who don't know anything about being RH neg or pos I suggest you google it. It would take me a long time to explain on here. Basically, if my blood is neg and the baby's blood is pos and our blood were to mix, my blood would consider the baby's blood a bad thing and create antibodies to try and fight it off. It can create problems for the baby like anemia or brain damage or other pregnancy complications. And it can create problems for me because once my body produces antibodies, they will always be there. Meaning if I were to get pregnant again my body might go into defense mode again and I would probably miscarry. Other problems could come up if I ever needed a blood transfusion as well. Lot's of scary stuff. So when I found out that my body could have already produced antibodies since I didn't get the shot that prevents it from preventing them within the 72 hours (I was 2 weeks late for that), I was super scared. I was sent over to the hospital to get my blood drawn and then had to go back the next day to get the shot. They did a blood test to see if my blood had started producing antibodies or not and if it had then my whole pregnancy would be changing. Waiting that day and a half for the results was awful. I don't think I have prayed that hard in a very long time. I am very blessed because prayers do work. The results came back that all was well, meaning either the baby has neg blood as well (there is really no way to tell before the baby is born except amniocentesis - no thanks) or our blood didn't mix, or my blood just decided to not produce antibodies. Whatever the case may be I am SOOO grateful that everything is fine and as far as we can tell we still have a healthy baby. Now we just pray it stays that way. The good news is I don't have to worry about being RH neg now. The big shot I got from a huge needle going into my hip protects me for 12 weeks and then I get another one at 28 weeks and another one after the baby is born, unless the baby is rh neg as well. I am super excited. Honestly, I hate shots and needles and blood draws but that was the easiest shot I have ever gotten. The most painful, yes. The biggest needle, yes. But knowing that it could save my baby from some horrible things I was more than willing to get a big poke and am more than willing to do it all over again. So just to sum up, all is well with me and baby, no worries. And if you are wondering why you didn't know about this until just now it is because I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want anyone to worry before we really knew if we had to worry or not. Jake and I were the only ones that knew besides Jennifer, cuz we are pretty much married as well, haha! On to the next member of the family, Kyler. He had a wonderful Christmas, now that he is starting to understand all of the excitement. I bought a set of Christmas movies; Frosty, Rudolph, Santa Clause, etc. All the oldies that we have all seen. He loved them...a little too much. Jake and I are tired of them. But now he knows who Santa or HoHo is and all snow men are Frosty. It's pretty cute. He went to the mall and sat on Santa's lap and didn't cry or anything. He was actually excited about it. I was so happy. He is talking - a lot! It is super cute to hear all he has to say. Makes my life a little easier as well now that I don't have to guess what he wants. We are starting to potty train. I didn't really plan to but he started asking to go potty and trying to take off his diaper. I figured if he was asking we would go for it and see what happens. I have no expectations for him. If it doesn't work out just yet it isn't a big deal. The first day he went on the floor 3 times at first and then in the potty 4 times the rest of the day with no more accidents. We did put a diaper on him for his nap and bed time, I'm not ready for that part yet. The next day he did pretty good and then next day was alright. The next day was my doctor's appointment so I had other things on my mind, I left his diaper on for my own sake. After that I have been working on not being so lazy or busy. Some days are better than others but we will get there eventually. The other thing we are working on is eating. The kid still doesn't want to eat. Mom needs to try harder and dad needs to help and Ky just needs to EAT!! I'm frustrated with it but I do what I can and give him vitamins though the things he will eat. Next, Nala. Anyone want a dog? Most days we are ready to get rid of her, we won't, cuz we love her, but it is tempting at times. She is just annoying. She is a very loving dog but she is weird. She licks everything and has this new thing where she just shakes. It is like she is scared and has the shivers but we can't figure out what her deal is. Also, since I have been pregnant she smells bad to me. It's hard to cuddle with her when her smell makes me gag. And we bathe her all the time so I know it's just me. Alyssa - I'm doing well. Still loving my job at the doctor's office and loving being a mom. Sure, it isn't a cake walk but the good points way out weigh the bad. As far as my pregnancy goes I am not nauseas anymore and have more energy. It is pretty nice at the moment. Jake - At the moment he is working as the GM at the Salt Lake Sizzler and loving it, for the most part. He likes having his own store and likes the challenge that the store has given him. Salt Lake is not Utah County - that's one way of putting it. He hate's the drive. Gas isn't cheap and driving in the snow isn't fun for anyone. He has taken the front runner a few times but it is a longer trip and costs just about as much. He takes it on snowy days to put us both at ease, knowing he won't get into an accident on the way to or from work. I hate that he works up there because of the drive and because I don't ever get to visit him at work or stop by and say hi when I want to. I hate that his shifts are just as long or longer plus an extra 2 hours for driving. We are just all praying that he can come back down to the Orem store soon. They said that would happen at the beginning of the year, but there isn't an actual date so we are just playing the waiting game. Well, that's us and this blog entry is long enough, not to mention it is past my bedtime. Until the next entry...night.