Stupid Bank

At what point did banks decide that it was okay to withhold people's own money from them? If I put MY OWN MONEY into the bank, I should have access to it whenever I want, right?

My Boys

Ok, so I am back among the living-well almost and I thought I would give an update. I have been trying to do this since Saturday at the one week mark, but Peter has slowed down the process significantly...A few thoughts on the labor and delivery before I put new pictures on here.

1) Boy was that way faster than I had anticipated! Almost too fast, it seemed as if everything was in fast forward from the time I reached the hospital. Except of course the triage area-that in my opinion was a waste of time and not nearly efficient enough. I thought I might have the baby there while they were taking their sweet time having me pee in a cup and take random measurements and asking silly questions.

2) I love my husband, he was so supportive through the whole thing! If I had known what to tell him to do to help withthe pain I would have, but unfortunately I had no clue either. But I am so glad he was there to hold my hand and give me the confidence I needed. And to make sure that everything was taken care of medically since I was not really paying much attention. Even with his demanding school schedule he has been such a concerned husband and loving father.

3) Natural vs drugs - my verdict is still out as to wether I will try natural again. I am not sure if it was so painful because my labor ended up being a sprint instead of a mid distance event, or if that is normal, but due to the shortness of the labor I did not get to utilize any of the pain reduction methods I had chosen so I just had to suffer through it. Thank goodness for those blessed hormones that help you forget!

4) I still hate needles! And I looked like a heroin addict by the time I was discharged. First of all due to unreadiness of the triage area, I was in the labor room telling them I feel like my body is pushing and they still don't have an IV in me yet. So instead of getting someone with experience to stick me and be done, it took 3 people blowing through my veins to get the IV, and I have good veins-so my husband always tells me. And then they kept having to draw blood for this or that and give me my shot since Peter turns out to be RH + like his dad.

5) The nursing staff was great-I am so thankful for them. I think it is a requirement that all nurses and doctors working pediatrics and labor and delivery are always smiling.

6) I think my son is the cutest thing ever! He was worth the pain. Everytime he smiles at me when he hears my voice my heart just melts. I just can't get enough of him. I would hold him all day if I could. What an amazing blessing and awesome responsibility.

Ok and now that my ramblings are over here are the pictures, which is what I know everyone wants the most!

This was at the hospital one of the times we were trying to get Peter to wake up so he could eat, as you can see we were not too successful!

First day at home, Peter looks like he is drooling on himself but it is lanolin because his poor little lips were chapped and peeling from nursing.4 Days old, getting ready for bed.

5 days old

Sleeping-a favorite past time for mom and baby.6 Days old

I love mid mornings because it is Peter's awake and happy time-his shirt says "result of an incredible merger" I couldn't agree more!After his first bath, he does pretty good as long as we keep him warm. He does not like to be cold. I can't wait to see how he does when we can give him a real bath.1 week old, hanging out with Dad.
8 Days old




9 days old, I love his little smiles-he already looks like he is up to something!
Here is Peter, mainly just breathing but this is for his Grandma Jensen.

Introducing Peter Benjamin

He's here !!! Our son is finally here !!! We are so excited that he finally decided to come.

Stats:

Name: Peter Benjamin Jensen

DOB: September 12, 2009

Time: 1:05 am

Weight: 7 lbs, 14.8 ounces (see the picture above)

Length: 20 inches

Hair: Blonde, with a slight curl to it

Here's me cutting the cord for the second time. I cut it after he was first born, and the second time after they got him all cleaned up and were trimming the cord up. It is a little harder to cut than you would first expect.

Story:

Friday night, after a long day of studying, Dianna and I headed off to help Dianna's mom shop for a new laptop. We were in Best Buy looking at the various laptops when Dianna leans over and tells me that her water just broke ( which for Dianna it was not like they show in the movies- with the sudden tidal wave gush of water splashing all over the place). She said she felt just fine, and she wasn't having any contractions. So we finished up helping her mom pick out a laptop before heading home. At check out she had 2-3 mild contractions, so we got in the car and headed off home while Dianna called her doctor. He told her to go ahead and come on in to the hospital as soon as we got home. We had been shopping in Illinois with Dianna's mom and home was 20 minutes away. Dianna was starting to have more regular contractions, but was doing great. She told me when we got home that she wanted to take a shower and eat something before we headed off to the hospital. Which I was fine with, seeing as how she had just barely started having contractions and was calm and relaxed. Well, when we got into the neighborhood Dianna was telling me to hurry and run into the house, grab her bags and speed on over to the hospital. Things had really picked up during that twenty minute drive. She was no longer so calm, relaxed and comfortable. So we grabbed her stuff and rushed to the hospital as soon as we could. The hospital here has a special labor and delivery triage for those who think they have gone into labor. So we went there and started the process of getting checked in. They got Dianna into a gown, connected her to the monitor, got her vital signs taken, etc and the nurse left to get some paperwork to fill out with Dianna. By the time she came back Dianna was having STRONG contractions back to back. The nurse checked her and said, "Oh!!, U'h, you've progressed faster than we expected." She was already dilated to and eight or nine. So they got Dianna into the bed and we were quickly taken to her delivery room. They haden't even gotten an IV into her when she started having the urge to push. The doctor verified that she was ready, so the nurse threw in that IV as soon as she could, and they started having Dianna push. She was doing great, but Peter's heart rate started dropping really low and it wasn't coming up ( I saw the heart rate on the monitor, it was low for a baby). They needed to get him out fast before things got worse, so they attached a vacuum suction to his head and used it to help pull him out while Dianna pushed. When the head came out they found the chord wrapped around his neck x 1. But with the help of the vacuum suction it wasn't long before Peter's body came and it was all over. He was a little purple at first, but he didn't take too long to turn pink.

Here he is with his oxygen on. With the cord being wrapped around his neck, they wanted to be sure that he got enough oxygen.

He didn't like the oxygen mask very much.

the vacuum suction left a purple, ringed bruise on his head. From a distance it looks like he is wearing a yamaka :). It also left him with a little bit of a cone head ( it was kinda funny). But that has been going away more and more with time.

Doesn't he look just miserable here? Sad. But he was doing great. From the time that Dianna's water broke to the time that Peter was born, the whole process took a little over 4 hours. Yes, that's right folks. First baby in four hours. And ALL NATURAL. Not a single pain medication given. Dianna was such a tropper and did and awsome job. I was so proud of her. I love you babe. Because of the rush to get Peter out and the use of the vacuum suction, Dianna did have some tearing and needed to be stitched up. They did give her pain medications for that.

This is Dianna trying to smile after being drugged up for the stitching.

And here is Mom and baby bonding:

I have never seen Dianna go through that much pain before, and I have never seen her cry like that either. To be honest, it was really hard to watch. I work in health care and have to deal with people who are hurting and in pain all the time. But when it is one of your own.............it is a whole new ball game. At times I felt so helpless because I didn't know what I could do to make it better. But like I said, Dianna was a tropper and I am so proud of her for it.

At first it was wierd to hold this baby and think that is was actually mine. That I am actually a father. And it still is sometimes. But I am getting more and more used to it the more time I spend with Peter. I look down at this amazing new person in my arms and find myself in absolute awe of him. What an amazing creature, and what an amazing blessing and responsability from my Heavenly Father.

Here is Peter with his Grandma McKinney. She was there the whole time that Dianna was in labor, and her help, wisdom, and knowledge in this area was greatly welcomed. We were grateful for her presence at this special occassion.

I loved my son from the very beginning, but I will be honest: newborns are much better looking the next day.

Isn 't he cute?! I'm sure that I have left out a whole lot of details, but I will let Dianna fill in the cracks once she is feeling up to it. All in all, we are thankful to have our new son, that he is well, and that mommy is well too. Thank you to everyone for your prayers and support. We will be sure to keep you updated. So, come back often !!!

Prego Update

I am still pregnant despite Alan's attempts to hurry Peter along. He tells him everyday that he is done so he can come out now, and then usually tries to shake him out which I keep telling him won't work! He thought I should go for a jog the other day to help speed things up-which I of course laughed at! I told him the only way I was going for a jog is if he strapped me to his back, he didn't like that idea so much.

At my last Dr visit my due date was moved back to the original date I had calculated of the 16th so that only leaves 6 more days. Craziness! Even if I go over my due date a bit we are still just a week away. And I am SO glad I am off work, I have been super tired, I sleep-(well kinda, as much as a 9 month pregnant women that feels like a beached whale can sleep)-like 9-10 hours a night and then my energy wears off around 3 pm. Peter has definitely dropped so I can't bend, or sit in certain positions. Putting my shoes on is quite a job, it's a good thing I don't go out of the house much!

And when ever I do I get this look from people that makes me laugh-from the women it is a "I've been there-done that and glad I am not doing it now" look, I even had one lady turn her back to me in the elevator because she was afraid I might pass my pregnant cooties to her! And the men, well they don't usually know what to say, they usually avoid eye contact and steer very clear of me, like I am going to go into labor right then and they are going to have to deliver the baby if they make eye contact. It is quite humerous.

But all in all, things are going well. We are just in waiting mode with my and Peter's bags packed, the car seat ready and buckled in and Alan's phone ready and waiting to send out the text that let's everyone know when the big day is. Oh, and we have practiced the route to the hospital so that I think Alan can drive it in his sleep and between his professors and fellow classmates he remembers to check his phone while at school in case I call!

Sorry, no pictures today, I will have Alan take some tomorrow and post them.

Moving

So I think we only have 2 boxes left that need to be unpacked...seeing as we have only been here now a month I don't think that is too bad! Especially since I seem to be moving at negative speed lately. I took some pictures during the process of moving as well as our new home for your viewing pleasure. I always think it is a little wierd to move, all of your stuff goes with you but you are in a totally different setting. It reminds me of growing up, we moved a few times and at the time we lived in a trailor. We always moved to a new place but our home was exactly the same, just different surroundings. How grateful I am to get to take my best friend with me this time around!

The Before

(For those who never got to come and visit.)

The During

Oh what a mess packing makes! I think the disorder drove Alan crazy!

The Move

How thankful we are for such wonderful friends who came to help us move, we could not have done it without them!

Our New Home

Here are a few pics of our home and neighborhood-I love the green!

Our backyard is one of my favorite things about our new place.

As you can see-there is a lot of white, not my favorite, so as soon as I decide on a color and can move a little better the walls will be getting some color, any ideas?

Our tiny bathroom

Go Cougars

I have to give a littel shout out here to BYU's football team. I happened upon the game last night and was so excited to watch BYU beat OU. I can only imagine how exciting that was for those still in Texas! What an exciting game and to play it in the new Cowboys stadium. Whoo hoo! I love college football!! I remember all those Saturdays in college of pizza, rootbeer and football, those were good times! GO COUGARS!!!