All I have to say right now

Round Three

Or What We’ve Learned So Far.

1. Having different insurance, a different doctor and delivering at a different hospital for the third time is not that fun, but at the same time it gives you and the (new) doctor a chance to look at things with a new set of eyes.

2. Although I really like my midwife during this pregnancy I can’t stand the office. The doctors with my first and second pregnancies both had private practice with one midwife. The receptionists recognized me and knew me by name (pronounced correctly), and knew who I was if I called with a question. The nurses knew my name (also pronounced correctly) and treated me courteously and would actually chat with me. The waiting room had toys for younger siblings. This office I walk in and feel like I’m cattle being pushed through a shoot. There are no toys for younger siblings, they make me sign in before they’ll even answer a question. This last friday I had to sign in at 5 different desks just to get some questions answered. They never say my name correctly and ask for my patient number, like I KNOW what my patient number is. They always tell me to be there 15 minutes early, which I always am but yet I end up waiting 30 minutes after my scheduled appt (at the LEAST) before my name is called. I really like the small, friendly office.

3. 4% of women have a breech baby. The chances of having a repeat breech baby increases.

4. Women tend to have babies that are relatively the same size. My son- 9 pounds 1 ounce, 21 inches long. My daughter- 7 pounds 12 1/2 ounces, 20 1/2 inches long. Reasons for large variance in size; boy vs. girl, Phoenix vs. Albuquerque (higher elevations tend to have smaller babies due to less oxygen) or as my midwife asked about the chance there’s a different father. (Please rest assured that is NOT the case!)

5. Something happen once a fluke, something happen twice a coincidence, something happening for the third time a pattern. My kids all lie transverse (sideways) throughout most of the pregnancy. Head on far left side, feet on the far right side.

6. A pattern might be related to something. My midwife thought maybe I have an irregular shaped uterus thus the reason my babies lay transverse. A heart-shaped uterus maybe. That reminded me of something my FIRST doctor said when she delivered my son by c-section. She mentioned I had a heart-shaped pelvis and that it might make delivering vaginally difficult in the future. My midwife got all excited by this information. A heart-shaped pelvis is the 2nd most rare pelvis shape. The fact that I successfully delivered my daughter VBAC shows that mine is not that pronounce but maybe just enough to cause my babies to lie transverse till the end.

7. Being that I was carrying a 9 pound baby my midwife asked if I was absolutely hugmongous at the end of my pregnancy. How my doctor wasn’t able to tell that the baby was that big. I always measured normal with him, I didn’t look huge and people would see me even at 2 weeks till delivery and be surprised thinking I looked like I still had two months. I guess I hide the baby well.

8. I am considered a low-risk patient, which allows me to see a midwife. Even with my c-section history, because it was scheduled with no labor involved due to a breech and the fact that I had a successful VBAC. The only concern shown by my doctor is making sure the kid is head down when the time comes and that the baby doesn’t get too big like with my son.

9. Being far away from family leads to the same worries at the end of every pregnancy. The “PLANS”.

10. Knowing what you’re having sure makes buying things a lot more fun. Or even looking at things. My next ultrasound is scheduled for Friday May 4th. Hopefully the kid is cooperative this time.

11. All the times you’re too tired to do anything and you just want to take a nap have suddenly vanished when you’re expecting your third kid. Dishes, laundry, and meals still have to be done. And eventually you’re gonna have to bend over and pick up that toy.

12. The farther along you are in pregnancy the harder it is for an ultrasound to predict a due date. Therefore it would appear the first ultrasound due date of July 2nd would be the most accurate. My midwife has no problem going along with my due date of July 12th. She agrees that it’s better to have a later due date and go into labor early than to have an early due date and be considered overdue. I’m 28 and a half weeks. only 11 1/2 weeks to go according to a July 12th due date. My midwife has suggested that if the baby is head down and good size she would have no problem inducing labor at 38 weeks. She fears having a repeat of my son. So more like possibly 10 weeks to go.

Haircut- Before and after

You asked for pictures of what Sydnie’s hair looks like now after the haircut. I figured it’d be best to show you a before shot as well. This is the most recent picture of her before the “event”.

BEFORE

AFTER-front view

AFTER-right side

AFTER-back view

AFTER-Left side (where the most damage was done)

I included these pictures on flickr with notes in case you want to see them. It looks cute now, with such short front hair I can’t do much with it, a ponytail and a clippy or just a clippy. Hopefully it will grow super fast this summer.

Firsts

We all know that there are many firsts that we experience in our lives. Some just going through life and many, many others that we experience as parents. Most of the firsts are happy ones, first baby, first steps, first tooth, etc. But of course there are those firsts that most parents hope to never experience but alas we know we will eventually no matter how much we hope and pray it won’t.

Since becoming a mother I’ve been able to deal with most of the firsts that have been thrown my way, either they’re happy moments or things that really aren’t that traumatic that within a short amount of time it doesn’t bother you. For different people different events bother them more than others. Chipped teeth, major cuts, these are things I’m able to handle. These might seem huge to some mothers and amazed that they were able to get through the event without much emotional trauma (on their parts) there are other firsts that they deal with that barely seems to ruffle their feathers.

I experienced a couple of firsts today:

FIRST #1.     My daughter’s first “amateur” haircut by her brother.

FIRST #2.     Someone other than myself giving my daughter a haircut.

You may already be laughing or giggling inside. You may indeed think these as one of those “barely ruffles the feathers” events but then you wouldn’t know me. Since I was eleven years old (and my mom will vouch for this) I’ve always cared very much about hair. How mine looked particularly. If I put it in two french braids and I looked in the mirror and they weren’t even or too loose I’d take them out and start all over again. Coloring is a big concern and forget about haircuts or highlights. I won’t let just anyone give me a haircut or put in highlights.

When my daughter was born that care about hair was then put onto her as well. It has been growing in very slowly and I have been constant in giving her trims along the base of the skull to allow the front to catch up to become a cute little bob. I found leave-in conditioner for her hair that keeps it from being staticy. I trim her hair every 6 weeks, she never leaves the house without it combed with at least a clippy in it to keep her bangs out of her hair. I dreamt of the day her hair would be thick and long that I could put it in cute braids. I look at the girl’s in my son’s preschool class, just a year older than my daughter and see their long hair in braids, or ponytails and know that my daughter won’t have that long of hair in a year.

I just trimmed her hair tuesday night after getting out of the bath. It looked really cute and you could see that the front was slowly starting to catch up with the rest. This morning I got out of the shower, got dressed and began to comb my own hair. That’s when I could hear my son getting into the drawers of the other bathroom. I yelled to him to get out of the drawers and asked what he could possibly be doing.  About a minute later he came running into my bathroom with a huge grin on his face and proclaimed proudly that he “just cut Sydnie’s hair!” I said “you WHAT!?!” He did indeed cut her hair. At first I thought it was just the front, but they wouldn’t let me comb it. When I got out a comb they each got one and proceeded to *help* me comb her hair. I got frustrated and walked out. Walked back in to discover her soaking wet in leave-in condition (thanks to her brother) and her completely lathered in liquid hand soap. I threw them both in the shower and tried to gain my composure. After their time in the shower I got them dressed and proceeded to comb her hair to see what kind of damage had been done. It was worse than I thought. Not just the front, a big section on the side behind her left ear about 2 inches cut off. A big section on the top of her head (right near her curly-q cowlick) was cut to just two inches and another section on the back got about an inch cut off. Anyone who knows my obsession with hair would immediately know how crazy this was making me. I don’t have the skills to fix it and knew there was no way I could leave it that way.

I called my husband to cry to him. I called my sister-in-law in Provo, the hairstylist for suggestions, and then I called my mom who also listened to me cry. She immediately knew how much this was bothering me. They all told me this was to be expected of little girls, eventually they’re going to cut their own hair or get it cut by a sibling, if it didn’t happen now it would eventually, and I was lucky that I had made it this long without it happening. All of this I knew, but it still didn’t help any. I thought of all the little girls in my ward, they all come to church with beautifully done hair, no mistakes, no accidental amateur haircuts. I thought of the one person I think of to as a model of a great mom. I’ve never heard stories from her of Ciela cutting her own hair or Toran giving her a haircut. I thought surely I’ve made a mistake somewhere. I had all the scissors put up and away. All except the pair I had just used to trim my daughter’s hair two days ago.

While my son was at preschool I took her to get her hair fixed by a professional. The spot behind the ear if she trimmed it up to match would make all of it way too short, to the middle of her ears, but she was able to blend that so it isn’t obvious. The spot by her cowlick will just have to grow out, but she was able to give her  a cut layered bob. I just trimmed it on tuesday so it’s fairly short, but at least I’m able to deal with it now.

She has hair like her aunt Brooke. Brooke was the only one that didn’t have platinum white blonde hair, her blonde was a bit darker. It was fine and took a long time to grow in. Just like my daughter’s. This haircut that my daughter has now looks just like how her aunt Brooke’s haircut’s were until she was eight years old. Brooke is barbie doll beautiful as an adult. I may have hope for my daughter yet.

You may find this all trivial and slightly humorous and even a little vain, but understand that I have been an emotional wreck all day. To throw something like this at an already emotional pregnant lady is just too far; you understand me… 

We Got It!

Well we finally got it! The family car that will be with us for like the next 10 years. We’ve thought long and hard about what vehicle it would be. Of course it would have to seat 7. But it had to be cool! So this is what we finally decided on. We knew for awhile what we were looking for, but had to be patient and sit back and wait for the good deal. After months of searching, and going on test drives we finally found the good deal we were looking for.

This is a 2006 Ford Freestyle SEL, with leather, sunroof, power everything. So cool! It was program vehicle with Hertz Rental Car. We got it for $1800 BELOW wholesale. And believe me we know. Friday we test drove it and haggled on a price, when they wouldn’t come down to where we were we walked away. Told them we’d think about their final offer. That evening they called and offered us OUR offer. We accepted.

But before going in on saturday to sign the paperwork we wanted to make sure that we really were getting a good deal. We looked up resale value, trade-in value, and wholesale value. We practically stole that car from them! WOOT! So here it is. My dream car!

Now we just need to sell our old car. Anyone know of anyone interested in a 2002 Ford Focus ZX5? Here is the Link to our ad on Autotrader.com.