I can't believe how fast my little girl is growing. We were playing with the mirror today (Her favorite friend is herself) and she made a face where I could see a little girl instead of my little infant. I can't believe how fast it changes.
This last Saturday she discovered her tongue... she is constantly just sticking it out as she plays, is held, is fed, etc. I guess she likes the way it feels, she'll feel it and then screech in happiness. It really is the cutest thing in the world.
I have found that I absolutely adore my baby. I didn't think that I could love a child this much. I'll have to post a picture of her sticking her tongue out. I've been trying to catch it with the camera but she is fascinated with the camera and the second I pull it out she stops doing whatever it was that I wanted to get a picture of.
The latest thing we have been working on is her standing up muscles. Not hard since her favorite thing since she was born is to stand. But Jon has this fear that while he is gone in Chicago,for training, in August that she will take her first steps.
I've promised to push her down until he gets back.
March 10, 2010
March 4, 2010
Performance!
Well the time has come for performances of Scapino to start!
We will be performing Scapino at the Springville playhouse
(in the basement of the springville library)
Every weekend in March Friday, Saturday, Monday
House opens at 7:00 show starts at 7:30
You can check out springvilleplayhouse.org to find a $1 off coupon
normal priced tickets are $8
We will be performing Scapino at the Springville playhouse
(in the basement of the springville library)
Every weekend in March Friday, Saturday, Monday
House opens at 7:00 show starts at 7:30
You can check out springvilleplayhouse.org to find a $1 off coupon
normal priced tickets are $8
March 1, 2010
My Doctor Adventures
Sorry that I haven't been very good at writing on this thing. I'm not sure how many of you know my little adventure that happened this last month... Well here goes.
On Saturday January 30th, Jon and I watched as many episodes of Lost as we could before we could no longer hold our eyes open. Then went to bed. I was EXHAUSTED. But unable to sleep. (It reminded me of pregnancy a little bit) At 1am I realized my elbow really itched so I reached up to feel it and there was a bump on my elbow. I started cursing the spider that had apparently bit me and rolled back over to fall asleep. A few minutes later my hands started to itch and hurt like they were swelling and on fire. I switched on our lamp and made Jon get out of bed so I could find the spider and find out if I needed to be rushed to the hospital. That's when I noticed that I had red bumps all over my legs and arms. I went into the bathroom and sure enough they were all over my face as well. I went out to the living room to google and see if this is a common reaction to a certain spider bite. An hour later I came to the conclusion that I was having my first ever allergic reaction.
I only had one problem... Jon and I aren't allergic to anything. I had no Benadryl in the house and it was 3 in the morning. I went back to bed to try and sleep and then figured I would send Jon to the store in the morning. No such luck. I couldn't sleep. I guess Shay couldn't either because she woke up at 4. I sent Jon back to bed and she and I made a late night run to Walmart. We were back by about 5:30 and I fed her a bottle and she went back to bed. I then took my first ever dose of Benadryl and told Jon what I needed him to do for my church responsibilities to be taken care of that day, and fell into a troubled sleep.
I continued to get worse throughout the day and my feet and hands were so swollen I felt like someone was grinding glass into them. It hurt to be alive on every inch of my body. I had hives from my scalp to my feet and everywhere in between.
We finally decided we should go to the Provo instacare since my hives were so aggressive and we were told it would be a two hour wait. I filled out the paper work and after talking to my Mom, who told me they would just give me Benadryl and send me home since I could still breath, I told them I decided I would just leave instead of waiting 2 hours to get more Benadryl. They rushed me back to see a nurse. Who promptly told me that the hives on my face were just zits... news to me. They gave me a shot of Benadryl and told me that would help and the Dr would be in to see me shortly. I had decided by this time that the reaction I was having, was to an antibiotic that I was taking, and had told this to the nurse multiple times. They said I should start feeling better soon but as I sat there my hands started to visibly swell and suddenly the palm of my hands were 10 times their normal size. Kind of a freaky thing to see. My Mom told me that I was the first person she had ever seen visibly swell like that, other than in the movies, until now she always thought they just made that up.
The Dr came in and told me I was being ridiculous. That the reaction was not to the antibiotic because it didn't come from the penicillin group and that I should take a cool bath and use a better lotion and I would feel better. He did add that if they weren't gone in 7 days I should go see my normal dr. Thanks for nothing, dimwit. This interaction made me wonder if he got his degree online. And I still had to pay for the visit!!
He sent me home. Yes he sent me home. I continued to get worse over the night and we went to the BYU student health center that next morning. They gave me a shot of Epinephrine, my hives got worse. At that point the Dr started pulling other doctors in and having them look and see what they thought. 2 hours later, I had 2 antihistamines, an oral steroid and a steroid injection and the shot of epinephrine going through my system and was told if I wasn't feeling relief in 3 hours I was to come back immediately. And to never, never, never take that antibiotic again.
I did start feeling relief at exactly 3 hours and for the next week and a half I was on oral steroids and 2 antihistamines, this was just taking the edge off my pain and itching. So I've been seeing an allergist. Who told me that the way I was treated at the instacare was "atrocious" and I'm getting better. I'm now only on 1 antihistamine that I only have to take once a day and he thinks I'll be 100% better sometime in the next few weeks.
All this for me to say, just don't have an allergic reaction... Luckily I have a wonderful husband who took a week off of work to try and get this figured out. I don't know what I would do without him.
On Saturday January 30th, Jon and I watched as many episodes of Lost as we could before we could no longer hold our eyes open. Then went to bed. I was EXHAUSTED. But unable to sleep. (It reminded me of pregnancy a little bit) At 1am I realized my elbow really itched so I reached up to feel it and there was a bump on my elbow. I started cursing the spider that had apparently bit me and rolled back over to fall asleep. A few minutes later my hands started to itch and hurt like they were swelling and on fire. I switched on our lamp and made Jon get out of bed so I could find the spider and find out if I needed to be rushed to the hospital. That's when I noticed that I had red bumps all over my legs and arms. I went into the bathroom and sure enough they were all over my face as well. I went out to the living room to google and see if this is a common reaction to a certain spider bite. An hour later I came to the conclusion that I was having my first ever allergic reaction.
I only had one problem... Jon and I aren't allergic to anything. I had no Benadryl in the house and it was 3 in the morning. I went back to bed to try and sleep and then figured I would send Jon to the store in the morning. No such luck. I couldn't sleep. I guess Shay couldn't either because she woke up at 4. I sent Jon back to bed and she and I made a late night run to Walmart. We were back by about 5:30 and I fed her a bottle and she went back to bed. I then took my first ever dose of Benadryl and told Jon what I needed him to do for my church responsibilities to be taken care of that day, and fell into a troubled sleep.
I continued to get worse throughout the day and my feet and hands were so swollen I felt like someone was grinding glass into them. It hurt to be alive on every inch of my body. I had hives from my scalp to my feet and everywhere in between.
We finally decided we should go to the Provo instacare since my hives were so aggressive and we were told it would be a two hour wait. I filled out the paper work and after talking to my Mom, who told me they would just give me Benadryl and send me home since I could still breath, I told them I decided I would just leave instead of waiting 2 hours to get more Benadryl. They rushed me back to see a nurse. Who promptly told me that the hives on my face were just zits... news to me. They gave me a shot of Benadryl and told me that would help and the Dr would be in to see me shortly. I had decided by this time that the reaction I was having, was to an antibiotic that I was taking, and had told this to the nurse multiple times. They said I should start feeling better soon but as I sat there my hands started to visibly swell and suddenly the palm of my hands were 10 times their normal size. Kind of a freaky thing to see. My Mom told me that I was the first person she had ever seen visibly swell like that, other than in the movies, until now she always thought they just made that up.
The Dr came in and told me I was being ridiculous. That the reaction was not to the antibiotic because it didn't come from the penicillin group and that I should take a cool bath and use a better lotion and I would feel better. He did add that if they weren't gone in 7 days I should go see my normal dr. Thanks for nothing, dimwit. This interaction made me wonder if he got his degree online. And I still had to pay for the visit!!
He sent me home. Yes he sent me home. I continued to get worse over the night and we went to the BYU student health center that next morning. They gave me a shot of Epinephrine, my hives got worse. At that point the Dr started pulling other doctors in and having them look and see what they thought. 2 hours later, I had 2 antihistamines, an oral steroid and a steroid injection and the shot of epinephrine going through my system and was told if I wasn't feeling relief in 3 hours I was to come back immediately. And to never, never, never take that antibiotic again.
I did start feeling relief at exactly 3 hours and for the next week and a half I was on oral steroids and 2 antihistamines, this was just taking the edge off my pain and itching. So I've been seeing an allergist. Who told me that the way I was treated at the instacare was "atrocious" and I'm getting better. I'm now only on 1 antihistamine that I only have to take once a day and he thinks I'll be 100% better sometime in the next few weeks.
All this for me to say, just don't have an allergic reaction... Luckily I have a wonderful husband who took a week off of work to try and get this figured out. I don't know what I would do without him.
February 15, 2010
A Day of Love...
There have been many times when parents or other people who we love have looked at Jon and I and told us that we were made for each other. Usually I just give my husband a big kiss on the cheek and laugh in agreement. But sometimes I get struck with how we were prepared for each other. I had one of those moments last night as we celebrated Valentines day, Laudie Style.
For those of you who know Jon and his family well, you know that his little sister Amy was tragically taken from them at the age of 3. A car accident and a blink of an eye and she was gone. Her birthday is February 14.
I have never been one of those girls who has craved an over the top romantic Valentines day celebration. I always found it silly when I was single that some girls dress in black and mourn the day that can be known as "singles awareness day". For some reason I was never dating anyone on Valentines day. No matter how close a break up happened to Valentines day I never seemed to be mourning the loss of a romantic interest. Valentines day for me has always been a day to celebrate love, but not the kind that is traditionally celebrated on that day. I was always amazed at the number of friends and family that would remember me on that day and do something to let me know that I was important to them. I always found myself grateful to my Heavenly Father for the love that he showed me through friends and family and would try and return that love to those around me. My Valentines day was always busy and full of service for those I love.
This little sister in law of mine is dear to my heart. I haven't ever met her in the flesh but I have felt her presence many times as important things happened in mine and Jon's life, and she has impacted me and my life. I felt her presence the day Jon and I were married, I could feel how happy she was for us. The day my daughter was blessed I know she was there. I have heard from many who were in that circle that Shayla was about to cry, when suddenly she looked up at something beyond what anyone else could see and just smiled. I know that there were many loved ones there that day that many of us just couldn't see through the veil.
Our Valentines day celebration usually entails some small things that Jon and I do to tell each other we love each other, we go to dinner sometime in Valentine week, but that night is reserved for celebrating Amy's life. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Jon and I went to his parents house last night and had lasagna, the traditional dinner, and spent time with some of those we love. Then we came home and read some of his Mothers stories and insights she has had since the time that Amy left this earth. We cried together as we read, "The Lasagna Miracle" and "The goat story". And ended the evening so grateful to our Heavenly Father for the care he takes of each one of us.
Amy's story has made it so that I don't take for granted that I will be able to hold my daughter in this life. That I will be able to watch her grow and hopefully have a family of her own. It makes me hold on to her a little tighter. Be a little more patient. Cherish each moment with her a little bit more. It also makes me want to be a better wife and love my wonderful husband a little bit more.
This post may be a little too personal for some, but it is what is in my heart. I'm grateful to a Heavenly Father who knew Jon and I so well that he could fit us so perfectly together.
For those of you who know Jon and his family well, you know that his little sister Amy was tragically taken from them at the age of 3. A car accident and a blink of an eye and she was gone. Her birthday is February 14.
I have never been one of those girls who has craved an over the top romantic Valentines day celebration. I always found it silly when I was single that some girls dress in black and mourn the day that can be known as "singles awareness day". For some reason I was never dating anyone on Valentines day. No matter how close a break up happened to Valentines day I never seemed to be mourning the loss of a romantic interest. Valentines day for me has always been a day to celebrate love, but not the kind that is traditionally celebrated on that day. I was always amazed at the number of friends and family that would remember me on that day and do something to let me know that I was important to them. I always found myself grateful to my Heavenly Father for the love that he showed me through friends and family and would try and return that love to those around me. My Valentines day was always busy and full of service for those I love.
This little sister in law of mine is dear to my heart. I haven't ever met her in the flesh but I have felt her presence many times as important things happened in mine and Jon's life, and she has impacted me and my life. I felt her presence the day Jon and I were married, I could feel how happy she was for us. The day my daughter was blessed I know she was there. I have heard from many who were in that circle that Shayla was about to cry, when suddenly she looked up at something beyond what anyone else could see and just smiled. I know that there were many loved ones there that day that many of us just couldn't see through the veil.
Our Valentines day celebration usually entails some small things that Jon and I do to tell each other we love each other, we go to dinner sometime in Valentine week, but that night is reserved for celebrating Amy's life. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Jon and I went to his parents house last night and had lasagna, the traditional dinner, and spent time with some of those we love. Then we came home and read some of his Mothers stories and insights she has had since the time that Amy left this earth. We cried together as we read, "The Lasagna Miracle" and "The goat story". And ended the evening so grateful to our Heavenly Father for the care he takes of each one of us.
Amy's story has made it so that I don't take for granted that I will be able to hold my daughter in this life. That I will be able to watch her grow and hopefully have a family of her own. It makes me hold on to her a little tighter. Be a little more patient. Cherish each moment with her a little bit more. It also makes me want to be a better wife and love my wonderful husband a little bit more.
This post may be a little too personal for some, but it is what is in my heart. I'm grateful to a Heavenly Father who knew Jon and I so well that he could fit us so perfectly together.
February 4, 2010
Remind me...
Remind me when I'm coherent to tell you all the adventures of this week. Until then onto the next round of medication!
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