HOME!

Well we are home! Adelaide was doing so well that they let us come home sooner then expected. So we are home with her PICC line still in we (and by we I mean Ben) will be giving her her antibiotics threw it nightly for the next 12 nights. We are so glad that she is doing so well and we know how much blessed we are for her to be so healthy. The doctors were amazed that we weren't in the PICU. I know it was from the blessings she received and am so glad to have the priesthood in our home. These are a few pics from our last night in the hospital.

The Hospital.

Does this look like a sick baby to you? Not to me so when the on call doctor told us not to worry about Adelaide's blood infection we didn't. Then at 7 am monday morning we got a call from our really doctor and he wanted us in the hospital ASAP. He would meet us there at 8 am, he had already called the hospital and they had a bed for us and would be ready when we got there. He also called the head doctor in charge of infections deceases at primary children's hospital and they agreed on a plan of action for our little miss.

She has been in the hospital on IV antibiotics for 2 days now and today got a picc line put in. It has been heartbreaking watching her go threw this. But she is now getting the attention she needs. I am so thankful for the family I have down here and the support they are giving us. Auntie Mandy has been watching Thomas, and Auntie Becky, and Elizabeth have been staying here with me when Ben has to be at school so that I don't have to be alone.

The doctors are still not sure how or why this happened but will be doing some testing to figure that out. I will try to keep you all up to date on her progress.

Mom and Adelaide in the crib that they share and sleep in ;)

Auntie Elizabeth got Adelaide this cute baby doll.

Our happy girl after a good nap and her new picc line!

A not so very good day.

Well yesterday I'll just say it...sucked. It started out good. Elizabeth and Lily came over, Lily helped with the babies (and cleaned my bathroom!) so Elizabeth and I could scrapbook. Adelaide was cranky but not to terrible. Ben went to school and came home around 3. Then our bad day started, he got a call from his friend in Alaska to let him know that their friend Sean had passed away. Then his phone died. Ben was dumb founded and started calling other friends to find out what happened. His brother and him had gone out to Tok and were hiking into a cabin, it was getting dark and they got lost, they then fought because they didn't agree what to do next. So they split up, Sean moving in one direction Shane moving in the other. Shane made it to the car but passed out in it due to hypothermia. When he came to he started driving up and down the road honking the horn, looking for his brother and calling family, and friends to come help look. Emergency personal couldn't help in the search because it was dark. When they found him he was 1/4 mile from the road and frozen. He was gone there was no bring him back. As tears came to my husbands and my eyes there were no words. Ben grew up with Sean, they went to elementary school, Jr High and High School together. They got into trouble, and helped each other out. They were like brothers. Sean had is problems but Ben would have done anything for him, and had hoped to see him change his life, have a family, and grow old. We know that Sean is in a better place that Heavenly Father called him home for a reason but it is still hard, and the heart still aches.

We are trying to figure out how Ben can go home for the funeral. Between work and school it is proving challenging but we hope to make it work. We are also not sure when the funeral will be and are weighting to find out.

After all this happened Adelaide spiked a fever. When I took it is was 104.5 that was it we were taking her to the hospital. We dropped Thomas off at Aunt Mandy's and headed in. 4 hours latter and a lot of poking we found out she has a raging UTI. My poor little thing. She is now on antibiotics and we will be following up with her normal doctor to make sure we get it under control. After we left the hospital (and picked up Thomas) we went to Aunt Becky's and got her and Ben a blessing. I was good and made me feel a lot better about everything.

I am so thankful for the gospel in our lives. That Ben has the priesthood and lives worthy of it everyday. How blessed I feel to know that Heavenly Father knows our family and sends his spirit to comfort and guide us. And that he loves us.

Sick baby!

I hate when my babies are sick. Nothing stresses me more. Poor Adelaide has been running a fever. We have given her Tylenol, but sleep for her and mom has not been good. When she finally falls asleep I can't sleep. I just watch her to make sure she is alright. Oh to not be so overprotective of my kidos. I know most of you think I am crazy but I guess that is just how I am. Maybe I will get more sleep tonight! One can dream right?

My own kind of "skinny"

I have always been chubby alright a little more then chubby as I hit puberty, but still I prefer the word chubby. I think it sounds...... cutter. But when I hit 24 and had no social life or hint of one I decided that I needed to do something about that for me and get healthier for me.

So with the support of my family and especially my sister Amy, I went on a diet. Oh but not just any diet a liquid diet were I only got 800 calories a day! But I would see results and quick so I did it. I have to say it was miserable. I hated every minute of it. I hated the taste of the shakes and even now the thought of them makes me cringe. I didn't know how to deal with my emotions and would cry and cry. All I wanted was some sugar! Who knew you could be so addicted to food? Not me, but I was I was like a drug addict almost begging for just a cracker. I stayed in bed the whole first week.

But I stayed on it. I did it for 3 whole months nothing passed my lips that wasn't water, my shake, or for a treat diet Dr. Pepper. I lost 80 lbs! I felt wonderful, I felt strong and pretty and capable for the first time in my life and I still weight over 200 lbs. But the number no longer bothered me in fact I was happy with that number. I fit into a size 16 and was even able to buy a few things at The Gap! Oh happy day.

Then I meet the man I was going to marry, and the weight stopped weighting on my mind, my portion sizes got all out of control again. Here was a man that loved me and he didn't care about my size. In fact that man loved (and still does love) feeding me. He is a wonderful cook, and loves to treat me to dinners out and does not like to forget about the dessert. And so Here I am almost 5 years latter right back to were I started. And after 2 babies in 2 years I have exceed that maximum weight.

But last month as I looked and my perfect 1 month old baby girl I realized I wasn't happy with my weight anymore. I wasn't happy being tiered and not wanting to play with my 2 year old on the floor. My labor was 23 hours and why, I hate to admit in but it was my weight. I want more babies but I want to get rid of some of this weight first. I don't want my babies to grow up with a mom that can play with them or worries about fitting on the rides at Disneyland. I want to enjoy their childhood with them.

No I will never be the skinniest mom on the block but I will be my kind of skinny. I will love my body, I will feel pretty, and strong. That is my goal and one that I will achieve. I have even started already with my mom, and 3 of my sisters. It has been 4 weeks and I am already down 14.6 lbs! Yea Me!

My Fridge.

And me when I was "skinny".