Friday, November 18, 2011

Isaac's Birth Story - Finally!

                The day before Isaac was born I was really complaining (rather loudly, I think) that this boy was never going to come and that I was doomed to have severe back pain for the rest of my life and never move again. Did I mention that every day he was getting closer and closer to kicking my rib out? I was in so much more pain during pregnancy with him than I was with Ashley. At my 37 week appointment I was measuring 40 weeks and the doctor felt around and guessed that the little guy was already almost 8 pounds but that I could do an ultrasound to check. I stupidly said no, that I wasn’t concerned how big he was. Concerned or not, I should have said yes! Then I would get to see the baby again!
            At my 38 week appointment my doctor was out of town (classic, right?) and so I saw the other doctor in his office. She checked me for dilation and I was dilated to 2 cm. I thought for sure he was a long way off. I was dilated to 3 cm for 2 weeks before Ashley was born. I made it to that Sunday (my official 39 week mark and the day he would have come, had he been as early as Ashley) and by Sunday night I was convinced he’d make me wait until the bitter end. I had so much back pain that I hadn’t slept through the night for several months already and pretty much the only thing I could do was lay on the couch all day. Monday passed and still, no baby, no signs of baby.
Tuesday morning I woke up about 2:30 to go pee, which I did every morning. It was always quite the production for me. When I would first get out of bed I’m sure I looked like a 110-year-old woman, grabbing at my back and holding the wall for support, waddling my way to the bathroom. There were many times Spencer woke up by the sound of my pained gasps and instead of pitying me, he would laugh because apparently there was something very funny about his poor wife desperately trying to make it to the bathroom as if her life depended on it. I went back to bed without incident.
At about 6 o’clock I woke up to pee, again. But this time I had some contractions on the way to the bathroom. That was nothing new. I’d had contractions before while getting up to go to the bathroom. The only thing was I had cramps along with them. And they were every 5 minutes apart. I laid in bed for about a half an hour timing contractions before I decided I should wake Spencer up and tell him what was going on. He laughed at me and thought I was joking. But nope. I sure wasn’t! I was finally in labor!
My bag was already packed so Spencer added a few things to it for him and we got Ashley up and made the appropriate phone calls to make sure we could drop her off at a friend’s house while we went to the hospital. I called my mom. She was trying to convince my dad to come with her but he was worried I wasn’t really in labor yet and that they would drive all the way down here (2 hours) and I would be sent home from the hospital. I hurried and took a shower before dropping Ashley off at our friends and I had planned to put make up on so I could have better labor and delivery pictures than last time but to be honest, I was worried I had waited a little too long because things were getting pretty intense. I think if I had stopped to put make up on Spencer might have dragged me out of the house!
By 9 o’clock we had Ashley dropped off, my parents on standby, and we hit traffic on the way to the hospital. Fortunately it didn’t last too long and we made it to the hospital about 9:30. I don’t know what it is about me in labor, but something about it makes people not believe me. When I went to the hospital with Ashley I told the nurse I was in labor and she kind of laughed at me like I was a silly little first time mom. I told her I hadn’t come in yet to try to get admitted and she told me she’d probably be sending me home. She was shocked when she discovered I was dilated to 5 cm. Almost the same thing happened this time. I calmly told them that today was the day and that I was having a baby. It took them forever to send me to the triage room to wait to be checked and then forever after that before a nurse came in to check me. Oh well, right? At least I was at the hospital so if the baby came while they took their sweet time at least the mess would be on their floor and not mine.
When the nurse checked me she kind of gasped. “You’re at a 6! You look like this is a walk in the park!” Ha. Yeah. A walk in the park. That’s exactly how I would describe having a baby.
She hurried me into a labor and delivery room and got me all set up. We called my parents to tell them I was being admitted (I told you so!) and they were on their way! I was very happy with the way my nurses handled my request to go natural. With Ashley it seemed like every 5 minutes someone was asking me if I was sure I didn’t want an epidural. Some of them even tried to convince me to have one. My two nurses with Isaac just wrote it up on the board in my room that I did not want an epidural and no one asked me again! It was so nice!
Spencer and I watched Megamind while I was in labor. And a few hours later my parents got there. My dad came in for a while until at about noon my doctor came in to break my water. At that point he decided it was time to go and I very much agreed. When my doctor walked in he jokingly said that I didn’t look like I was in near enough pain but that he would take care of that once he broke my water. I kept trying to watch the movie but breaking my water had caused my contractions to be much more intense. I wasn’t handling the pain near as well as I was before. When he left the room he looked at my face again and said, “That’s better.” As painful as it all was, I still found it funny and laughed a little.
I was now in so much pain that I would have done just about anything to get that kid out. Spencer kept positive and told me that Isaac would come at 1 o’clock and that I only had an hour left. I told him I couldn’t make it until then because I was so tired and hungry but he kept telling me, “45 more minutes…” “only half an hour left…” “15 more minutes and he’ll be here…” By the time he got to 15 minutes I was starting to feel the urge to push. The only problem was I was only dilated to 8 cm and the nurse said he was still pretty far up there. She could feel his head spinning on her finger. I told her I didn’t care and that I had to start pushing like, yesterday. She called down for a doctor and told me to hold on until the doctor came. I had no idea that resisting that urge to push would be so difficult. It was like asking me to move a mountain. I couldn’t do it! I found myself having to push just a little bit.
10 minutes had gone by and still no doctor came. As it turned out, my doctor was stuck in the OR doing a c-section and they were trying to get the other doctor to come up. My nurse had called down several times telling the doctor to please hurry but it was taking so long for her to come! At one point Spencer said quite loudly, “Does she need help finding the elevator?” I still found it in me to chuckle a little bit but I was a little upset that the doctor had not thought she needed to come quickly. I think my nurse was starting to get nervous that she was going to have to deliver the baby. I was also kind of scared at that point because I think the baby was pressing on a nerve and I couldn’t move my legs at all. Something weird was going on in my arms as well because my arms and hands had seized up. I couldn’t even squeeze my mom and Spencer’s hands anymore. I was worried about what was going on to cause that and I needed to push but the doctor wasn’t there… it was a miserable 15 minutes. At long last the doctor came and set up the bed for delivery. I was so relieved to be pushing that in two very strong pushes the baby came out! My two pushes only took about 2 minutes but that baby came out so fast! Spencer looked at the clock and what do you know, it was 12:59. He was right! By 1 o’clock our baby was here!
They laid my sweet boy on my chest and I got to look down at his poor swollen face. Taking that sweet baby into my arms after so much hard work is something I’ll never forget. Too soon, it seemed, the doctor was taking him from me and said, “Um, we’re just going to take him over here and see if we can get him to cry.” I sensed that they were worried but I was so calm and so relieved that I just knew everything was fine. I didn’t realize how blue he was when he came out but the doctor thought he wasn’t breathing. As it turned out, his poor little head suffered some trauma coming out so quickly (I was only dilated to 8 cm when I started pushing and he hadn’t even come down all the way yet) and caused him to bruise severely. I knew your baby could be pretty banged up by getting stuck, but I had no idea that coming out too quickly could do some damage as well. In the end, the doctor was satisfied that he was fine and that it was just bruising. They called him the little blueberry.
During our stay at the hospital the nurses were on alert that my baby had a blue head and that if they saw him not to panic, he wasn’t choking or anything, he was in fact breathing, he was just very beat up. Apparently one of the charge nurses was not informed and when another nurse was walking him by after taking him to get his shots, she panicked and told her to stop, the baby was choking. My nurse even stopped checking to make sure the numbers on our wristbands matched. “You’re the only one in the hospital with a blue baby,” she joked.
And so there was my little blueberry, weighing in at 9 pounds, 1 ounce, 21 inches, born at 12:59 PM on September 20th, 2011. It wasn’t until a few hours later when my parents left to get Ashley to bring her to the hospital that we decided to name him Isaac Spencer after his daddy.

My Blueberry just after birth.

He's not a blueberry anymore!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The Adventures of the Amazing Sorensen Family Presents: Halloween

     Okay so I've been feeling bad that I don't ever post anything too adventrue-y and I worry that my poor readers may be wondering why we like to boast that we have amazing adventures. Well, this, my friends, will prove to you that we do have an exciting life and that our adventures are truly amazing. :)

     It started off like any other Halloween, the pre-trick-or-treating excitement (okay, mostly my pre-trick-or-treating excitement, closely followed by Ashley's excitement). We were invited to share some dinner with two super fun families in our ward and then to trick-or-treat in their neighborhood after. Ashley was way excited to go with other kids (and so was I!). She doesn't get to be around kids near enough. She looked so dang cute in her Rapunzel dress and Isaac was snoozing peacefully in some pumpkin pajamas (though he was dressed up for the ward trunk-or-treat in his awesome Thor costume).

Thor! The God of Thunder!

     Incidentally, this neighborhood we were trick-or-treating in was Gladys Knight's neighborhood. More on that later.

     Ashely would march right up to those doors with all the other kids and in her cute little 2 1/2-year-old voice say "Trick-Or-Treat!" and her eyes would open wide at all the candy that was pored into her bucket. She would then tell them thank you (don't I have such a polite and well-mannered child? ha ha ha...) and follow the kids on to the next house. I'm not going to lie, I LOVED taking Ashley trick-or-treating! She was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my whole life and I can't wait to take her again next year! It was so much fun to watch her!

Some of Ashley's trick-or-treating pals.

One of the many houses she trick-or-treated at.

     Okay, so here comes the most amazing part about this amazing adventure. We had to trick-or-treat Gladys Knight's house. How could we not? She was in our ward anyway, and her house was right there. No way we could pass it up! On her front lawn on a big projector, movies were playing and on two big folding tables were mountains of full size candy bars! Holy. Moly. It was awesome. :) Off to the side were three brand new bikes with three contests to win them. The first two required leaving your picture and then they would decide the next day "Cutest Costume" and "Coolest Costume". We didn't enter those. Mostly out of laziness haha. Then there was a giant bowl of jelly beans and you would leave your guess as to how many were in there. The closest guess would win the third bike.

     Again, out of laziness, we weren't going to guess. But then our friends talked us into making a guess for each of us and then one for Ashley. Spencer didn't even look at the jelly bean bowl. He just guessed a random number and we went on our merry way. At about 9 o'clock we got a phone call from one of the men working the contest for Gladys. Spencer had won the bike! His random guess was only about 30 or 40 jelly beans off and we won the bike! Amazing, right!?! So now we have this totally awesome green mountain bike sitting in our living room because we're too afraid to leave in on our patio for fear it will get stolen, or parts of it will get stolen. (Here's a hint, Gladys is not hurting for money, and this is a nice bike.)

     And so we have much to thank Gladys for next time we see her at church and I guess we should maybe bring a plate of cookies to our friends who encouraged us to leave a guess when we almost didn't. :)

     It was a fun night. And an amazing adventure. And I can't wait to take Ashley trick-or-treating again next year, not because I want to try to win another bike (though let's be honest, how cool would that be?) but because I love my little cuties and I want to watch them have so much fun too!

Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Crap Happens

     About a week and a half before Isaac was born I was at Target with Ashley and I was suppose to be buying some last minute baby items. I did in fact buy those last minute baby items but I also managed to get sidetracked (surprise, surprise) in the home section of Target which happened to be having a huge clearance sale on some bedding. It just so happened that I had been looking for the last year or so for some new bedding to change things up a bit but I had a teensy weensy budget to work with. The plan was to buy a new comforter - something solid and plain - and sew pillows and curtains to go with it, that way it would be cheaper and I got to be creative with the sewing machine. Anyway, I ended up buying a new comforter with shams, a quilt, and a throw pillow. What should have cost me about $200 cost only $47 and some change. I. Love. Target. Period.

     I waited until after I got home to call Spencer on his lunch break to make sure I did something okay haha. I figured if I waited until I was home he'd be more likely to want to keep it since it was already here. ;) Turns out he was fine with it anyway since he knew I'd been searching for a while now. Full of excitement, I opened up my new purchases and remade my bed to see how great it was. Doesn't it look awesome? My room is so pretty! I'm still planning on sewing a few more pillows and some new curtains but that can wait for a while. Take a moment to enjoy these pictures...

      I know that most of you by now are wondering why I am bothering to share my new bedding with you because really, I know you don't care. But just barely over a week after I got this, I got one of these...

     I know. So adorable. I love him to death. But he has a real problem. He really REALLY likes to poop or pee while changing his diaper. The pee is no big deal. It's sterile. And it cleans up easy. But what I really hate is the poop. And this kid poops A LOT. I had no idea that a kid could poop this much, and I thought Ashley pooped a lot. But the poop isn't the whole problem. The whole problem is that no only does he poop, but she SHOOTS poop. Yes. Like a cannon. In a way I'm glad I wasn't in the room to witness how this happened, but what you are about to see may scare you. (And if you have a weak stomach, do not continue on.) Spencer claims that he was blocking the poop, but as you will see, it just wasn't enough. This is amazing. And yet, I hope it never happens again...

     ... Right onto my new bedding. From several feet away. And you can't even see all the splatter marks. Yep, crap happens. :)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Isaac Spencer Sorensen- 9 lbs 1 oz - 21 inches!

Before anything else is written it should be known that this is Spencer blogging and not Sara. That's why it is so short and poorly written. Anyway... He's here! Little Isaac was born on Tuesday Sep. 20, 2011 and we couldn't be any happier. Mom and baby are doing great and we are home and happy. You'll notice in the earlier pictures that Isaac looks like he is choking (his head looks purple and blue), luckily he never choked, he just experienced significant bruising while descending through the birth canal. So beware, he looks like he got punched in the face and then run over, but now he is healthy and pink, after a couple days of healing. Without further ado here's a bunch of pictures and I'm sure Sara will post more later and write a better blog too!
First things first! Sara wouldn't even hold him till she had her #2 with grilled onions!

I told you it was purple...

Poor little guy. But still cute!

The best part of my life!!!
Grandpa Grimm!

The shirt says it all!

Ready to go!

Shley helped me put him in the car seat.

Really the first time he opened his eyes and.... they're blue!!!! Surprise!!!

We are asleep!

Ashley love Isaac so much she gave him the anaconda squeeze! Awwww...

Yup, I'm pretty sure I'm the dad.

I love this one!

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Sorensen Summer

     First things first...
Yup, this is me. Nice and big. And uncomfortable. You can't see it, but I'm wearing heels. ;) If figure if I'm going to be uncomfortable no matter what I do, I may as well look cute! Oh, and I had to give the opening prayer in Sacrament Meeting that day too. I think there were a lot of people feeling sorry for me. ;)
     Okay, now that I've showed off how large I am, let's get to the fun summer we had with the Sorensen side of the family! I apologize for the lack of pictures, I actually have a ton of them, but out of respect for my sister-in-law who does not like pictures of her family up on the internet, I've decided to include only pictures without them. You can see how much we love them considering there are only 2 pictures from this summer without them in them. :) Ashley spends all of her time with her cousins and she's still talking about them a month after we've been home. :)
     We went to the cabin twice this summer which is awesome because we don't get to go very often anymore since we don't live close now. We went on rides on the 4-wheelers, hiked around, played with bugs, and watched all the men participate in a "Man Challenge." You'll have to ask Spencer about that one. ;) Spencer's oldest brother and his family were able to be there from Texas and we don't see them much so it was a real treat! We also took advantage of the opportunity to take family pictures while there (pictures to follow). We also spent lots of time playing games at the house, and swimming, whether at the city pool or in a kiddie pool in the backyard.
     We were able to visit twice this summer and the first time we visited Spencer had to go back to start his rotation and he left Ashley and I with the family for 4 days. I've never spent time apart from Spencer EVER, not even one night, and Ashley has only spent the night away from him twice and she was pretty little both times so in a way, this was a first for her too. It was so much fun to spend extra time with cousins but by the end of the 4 days we were missing Spencer quite a bit! Ashley's had attachment issues ever since. ;)
     The second time we visited (right before coming home for the summer) Spencer was able to spend the whole time there (yay!) and we were there for almost a week! It was great to see them twice in one summer, especially since we're not sure when we'll see them next because of the baby that's soon to be born. :)
     We had an awesome time with the Sorensen side of the family, we're grateful to have been able to see them so much, and we can't wait to see them again!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Home Again!

     We're finally home! It's been quite the whirlwind of a summer with no signs of slowing down. Spencer finished his first clinical rotation in Cedar City, UT and he loved it! We stayed with my parents so that we could keep our apartment in Henderson without having to pay a second monthly rent somewhere else. My mom and I spent a little bit of time sewing up baby bedding for Baby Boy on the way (though we were not able to finish everything because of the insane business) and I was able to start putting up what I had yesterday after church (more pictures to follow when it's more complete). Ashley is a little wierded out that her bed is being changed but I had to remind her that it's not her bed anymore, she has a big girl bed just for her (which, by the way, she is still sleeping in fabulously).
     And here I am now at 33 weeks. My skirt was a little tight around my stomach (it has a tight panel around the middle) so it sucked me in a little and my shirt is a little billowy so you can't tell, but I've grown a ton! I compared myself last night to pictures of when I was pregnant with Ashley and I'm as big now as I was with Ashley at 37+ weeks. I may be in trouble. We'll see. ;) I've got an insane amount of chronic back pain and I've had it for the last month or so already. Spencer, bless his heart, has been giving me many a back/neck rub and working his physical therapy magic on me to relieve some of that pain. What a sweet man!
     Among all the other crazy things that went on while we were gone, Ashley and I drove with my parents up to Provo on July 27th to take my youngest brother to the MTC! He's going to the Atlanta North Georgia mission and we're all so excited for him. Ashley got to bond with Daniel for about a month before he left which was so good. We drove with my parents and Daniel so Ashley had the car ride with him as well and on the way home from the MTC she kept asking where her Uncle Danny was. It was so sad! My mom cried haha.
     A week later we were able to welcome home my other little brother from his mission in Mexico! Ashley had not seen him since she was about 3 months old so of course she didn't recognize him very well. We've showed her lots of pictures of him but the boy looks so different now I think it took her a bit to figure out who he was! If possible, David grew even taller and skinnier while he was away. :) It was so good to see him and I'm SO glad we were able to be at the airport to pick him up!

Waiting for David to walk through!
And there he is!!!

     We've had a great summer so far and I'm excited to download the rest of my pictures and share our adventures with the Sorensen side of the family!