Somebody showed me this video a long time ago. I decided to post it on my blog because my blog needs a bit of cheer after the last post. Pause my tunes and give this video a look. A minute into it, it gets pretty funny.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The birth of Benjamin
Just as a warning, this is not going to be the happiest post. Most of you know I am sure, about what has happened to us over the past week. But some of you haven't. And some of you are wanting details. Talking about it has not been easy for me, so I haven't talked to many people. But I am perfectly willing to write about it.
As I posted a couple of weeks ago, Steve, my mom and the kids and I all went in for an ultrasound. It was a lot of fun. The baby looked great. The heart rate was about 150 beats/minute. They also told us we were having a boy, which we were thrilled about.
On Sunday night I felt our baby really move in me for the first time. Last Wednesday I went into the doctor for my regular prenatal checkup. She was unable to find the heartbeat with the Doppler. So she got out an ultrasound machine and took a look. After a while I saw her starting to cry. She said she was so sorry but couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. She went and got another doctor to come in and run another ultrasound. The other doctor didn't find anything either. I couldn't really believe it. I was hoping it was a mistake. My doctor just held me as I sobbed in her arms. She wanted me to stay there until Steve could come and get me but I couldn't get a hold of him. So after a while I pulled myself together and left. I went to his work and found him and told him the news. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to take me to another place to do another ultrasound. My doctor was very sweet and was willing to get me another appointment with a different doctor's office who only does ultrasounds. I went in with Steve the next morning to that place and got a third ultrasound. And when they confirmed the death of our baby, Steve had a similar reaction to mine the day prior. I had kind of accepted it overnight but it didn't stop me from sobbing as well. They said the baby had died within the last week. We knew that already of course. They didn't know why it had happened but took a blood test and an amniocentesis. We then went in to my doctor who talked with us about what to do next. She said that as far along as I was, the safest thing for me to do was to deliver the baby. I wasn't having any contractions so she thought that it could take a couple of days for me to deliver. She got me an appointment for that night to be induced. My sweet mom flew up right away which was a great help to us. They gave me something to start the labor Thursday evening. Contractions started soon thereafter. I had contractions all through the night and the next day without any further dilation. After 24 hours of that they decided to give me shots every two hours of something different. So I went through another night of labor. The contractions gradually got more intense and closer together. By 5am Saturday I knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd deliver . It had been 3 nights of little or no sleep and a great deal of heartbreak and I was drained. I started pushing around 6 am, and our baby boy was born at 7am. It was very emotional. He was about 7 inches long. We didn't have him weighed. He was perfectly formed with all ten fingers and toes. Nothing appeared to have been wrong with him. When they handed him to me his arms were folded with one palm facing out and his chin resting on the other hand. He looked like he was sleeping and was so sweet. I held him for a while, and so did Steve and my mom. By this time I had lost so much blood, I had all but passed out. Apparently there were a great deal of blood clots I was passing and they started to worry about me continuing on to deliver the placenta. My mom said that she had been there for the delivery of 5 grandchildren and had never seen so much blood. After 2 hours, I just couldn't do it so they rushed me off to surgery. They put me to sleep for that and so it was not bad at all. I came out of surgery around 11am and felt quite a bit better after that. I was able to leave the hospital at 4:30pm on Saturday. I was anxious to go so I could get some real rest. I was surprised that of all 5 baby deliveries I have had, the one that lasted the longest was the one of my dead baby. I pushed every bit as long and hard and experienced at least as much as pain too. My first night home I wasn't able to sleep I felt so sad about the whole experience. There were reminders everywhere of being pregnant. I had just rearranged my closet to hold all my maternity clothes a few days before. I still had my puke bags handy in pockets of clothes. The first thing Becca said to me when she saw me while she grabbed my belly was “your baby is there?” And she has asked about the baby a few times a day since. The kids all took the news a little different. Jonah's first reaction was tears and “but I wanted a brother!” Then he asked if we could have a funeral. Celeste told me she was working on making a blanket for the baby. Eden said she would pray that the baby would live again. Becca just didn't get it. This whole experience has been quite hard for me, but at the same time, I have felt a great amount of comfort come to me. I know that is because of prayers. Sunday I woke up pretty sore from the delivery the day before. But have felt better since then. Today we buried our baby. We were encouraged to still name him what we had planned on naming him. That is Benjamin Bailey Bishop. We buried him in the baby section at Cloverdale Cemetery. For the burial service we just had the kids, Steve's parents, and my mom there. It was pretty cold, but at least the rain decided to wait for us to be done. He was buried right next to the pond where there is a nice flock of ducks, swans, and geese. The kids liked that. My heart is still aching and I wish more than anything we hadn't lost him. The hospital staff was incredibly compassionate and helpful as well as many family and friends. They sent me home from the hospital with a nice teddy bear who I lovingly named Ben. They didn't want me to leave there empty handed when the other mothers get to bring home their babies. I am ready to move on and am already tired of feeling so sad all the time. But it is hard for me to shake the sorrow. I have already spent the past 3 or 4 months vomiting and struggling with all that comes with being pregnant. I don't look forward to going through that part of it again, but I do hope that after I recover from this, it wont take me too long to have another child.
This was the box he was buried in. So tiny!
As I posted a couple of weeks ago, Steve, my mom and the kids and I all went in for an ultrasound. It was a lot of fun. The baby looked great. The heart rate was about 150 beats/minute. They also told us we were having a boy, which we were thrilled about.
On Sunday night I felt our baby really move in me for the first time. Last Wednesday I went into the doctor for my regular prenatal checkup. She was unable to find the heartbeat with the Doppler. So she got out an ultrasound machine and took a look. After a while I saw her starting to cry. She said she was so sorry but couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. She went and got another doctor to come in and run another ultrasound. The other doctor didn't find anything either. I couldn't really believe it. I was hoping it was a mistake. My doctor just held me as I sobbed in her arms. She wanted me to stay there until Steve could come and get me but I couldn't get a hold of him. So after a while I pulled myself together and left. I went to his work and found him and told him the news. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to take me to another place to do another ultrasound. My doctor was very sweet and was willing to get me another appointment with a different doctor's office who only does ultrasounds. I went in with Steve the next morning to that place and got a third ultrasound. And when they confirmed the death of our baby, Steve had a similar reaction to mine the day prior. I had kind of accepted it overnight but it didn't stop me from sobbing as well. They said the baby had died within the last week. We knew that already of course. They didn't know why it had happened but took a blood test and an amniocentesis. We then went in to my doctor who talked with us about what to do next. She said that as far along as I was, the safest thing for me to do was to deliver the baby. I wasn't having any contractions so she thought that it could take a couple of days for me to deliver. She got me an appointment for that night to be induced. My sweet mom flew up right away which was a great help to us. They gave me something to start the labor Thursday evening. Contractions started soon thereafter. I had contractions all through the night and the next day without any further dilation. After 24 hours of that they decided to give me shots every two hours of something different. So I went through another night of labor. The contractions gradually got more intense and closer together. By 5am Saturday I knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd deliver . It had been 3 nights of little or no sleep and a great deal of heartbreak and I was drained. I started pushing around 6 am, and our baby boy was born at 7am. It was very emotional. He was about 7 inches long. We didn't have him weighed. He was perfectly formed with all ten fingers and toes. Nothing appeared to have been wrong with him. When they handed him to me his arms were folded with one palm facing out and his chin resting on the other hand. He looked like he was sleeping and was so sweet. I held him for a while, and so did Steve and my mom. By this time I had lost so much blood, I had all but passed out. Apparently there were a great deal of blood clots I was passing and they started to worry about me continuing on to deliver the placenta. My mom said that she had been there for the delivery of 5 grandchildren and had never seen so much blood. After 2 hours, I just couldn't do it so they rushed me off to surgery. They put me to sleep for that and so it was not bad at all. I came out of surgery around 11am and felt quite a bit better after that. I was able to leave the hospital at 4:30pm on Saturday. I was anxious to go so I could get some real rest. I was surprised that of all 5 baby deliveries I have had, the one that lasted the longest was the one of my dead baby. I pushed every bit as long and hard and experienced at least as much as pain too. My first night home I wasn't able to sleep I felt so sad about the whole experience. There were reminders everywhere of being pregnant. I had just rearranged my closet to hold all my maternity clothes a few days before. I still had my puke bags handy in pockets of clothes. The first thing Becca said to me when she saw me while she grabbed my belly was “your baby is there?” And she has asked about the baby a few times a day since. The kids all took the news a little different. Jonah's first reaction was tears and “but I wanted a brother!” Then he asked if we could have a funeral. Celeste told me she was working on making a blanket for the baby. Eden said she would pray that the baby would live again. Becca just didn't get it. This whole experience has been quite hard for me, but at the same time, I have felt a great amount of comfort come to me. I know that is because of prayers. Sunday I woke up pretty sore from the delivery the day before. But have felt better since then. Today we buried our baby. We were encouraged to still name him what we had planned on naming him. That is Benjamin Bailey Bishop. We buried him in the baby section at Cloverdale Cemetery. For the burial service we just had the kids, Steve's parents, and my mom there. It was pretty cold, but at least the rain decided to wait for us to be done. He was buried right next to the pond where there is a nice flock of ducks, swans, and geese. The kids liked that. My heart is still aching and I wish more than anything we hadn't lost him. The hospital staff was incredibly compassionate and helpful as well as many family and friends. They sent me home from the hospital with a nice teddy bear who I lovingly named Ben. They didn't want me to leave there empty handed when the other mothers get to bring home their babies. I am ready to move on and am already tired of feeling so sad all the time. But it is hard for me to shake the sorrow. I have already spent the past 3 or 4 months vomiting and struggling with all that comes with being pregnant. I don't look forward to going through that part of it again, but I do hope that after I recover from this, it wont take me too long to have another child.
This was the box he was buried in. So tiny!Wednesday, March 12, 2008
California Adventure
Here's our final installment of vacation photos. On Friday we went to Disney's California Adventure. It was more fun for us than Disneyland because it was a lot less crowded and less stressful. Plus this park is farely new. None of us (besides Celeste) had ever been there before. So it was all new. There was a lot to do outside of rides. Great shows and things that you didn't need to wait in line for. Not that any of the lines were bad at all. We got to see the show "Aladdin". And we enjoyed that. The theatre was great and the cast was too. Especially the Genie who made us all laugh quite a bit. They even had some cool special effects. Our favorite ride was "Soaring Over California." We rode it twice. It was awesome! The kids also spent the day trying to get autographs from some stars like Minnie, Snow White, Mickey, and others. Those poor characters were being chased around the park being mobbed by a bunch of kids. It was worse than the Paparazzi. But we left there with 8 autographs in each of our books. When it was time to get Snow White's autograph, Jonah said he didn't want it. But I wanted him to get it in his book anyhow. He thought that would be really girly if he did. So I gave his book to Eden and asked her to get his book signed by Snow White for me. She did and came running back yelling "Here's your book Jonah!" and that humiliated him. It was a super fun day in all.
Riding the tram into the park.
Snow White wasn't stuck up at all!
I think Flick and Princess Ada had broken up and were just BFF because they didn't act like they were an "item" anymore.
Riding the tram into the park.
Snow White wasn't stuck up at all!
I think Flick and Princess Ada had broken up and were just BFF because they didn't act like they were an "item" anymore.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Thanks Emily
Well, I went and saw Emily's blog today and thought it was great. She offered to jazz mine up for me. Isn't she awesome? Thanks Emily for fixing my blog up! You did a great job!
Disneyland
We went to Disneyland 0n Thursday. We had a group of 20 which included: Our own family, Mom, Dad, Tim, Brenda, Andy, Amber, Evelyn, Emily, Rob, and their 5 children. We got there before the gates opened and stayed until closing. We were able to all stay together as a group for most of the time. We rode a lot of rides as a group. We all got our silhouettes done too. I rented an electric scooter which was well worth every penny of the $35 cost. It was nice to ride around the park and be able to sit while waiting in some lines. It was all a great day. Eden threw up after riding Space Mountain. I had to pass on that ride. I got sick enough from riding the Astro Orbiter with Becca. But Space Mountain was always my favorite ride as a teenager. 
Our Princess in front of the Princess Castle.
Some of the group waiting for the train ride around Disneyland.
Amber, Kennedy, Evelyn, Andy, Caleb and Eden riding Dumbo.
Best cousins.
They gave our group these Mickey ear hats for free.
Ren and Jonah were buddies all day.
That's all for now folks. Tomorrow I'll post Disney California Adventure photos. We had an even better time there!
Our Princess in front of the Princess Castle.
Some of the group waiting for the train ride around Disneyland.
Amber, Kennedy, Evelyn, Andy, Caleb and Eden riding Dumbo.
Best cousins.
They gave our group these Mickey ear hats for free.
Ren and Jonah were buddies all day.That's all for now folks. Tomorrow I'll post Disney California Adventure photos. We had an even better time there!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I've got news!
I went and had an ultrasound today at one of those fun places. I'm glad my mom talked me into it. It was a great experience. We are having a BOY!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Jonah's baptism
Last night was Jonah's baptism. It all turned out very nice and was a great experience for our family. Jonah was very happy and excited yesterday. We were grateful to have all the family there that we had. In the photo above, we've got my Waite Grandparents, my parents, and my Grandma Bailey. Lots of other family was there as well. Brothers, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins.
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