Safety First

With the addition of MiniB, her uncle, Hoss's brother, decided that he needed to change our security system for us. However, we may actually have downgraded...

We moved in with this security system.

And now we have this security system.

MiniB didn't really care.
In fact, she was kind of bored.

But, given that the house also came with bars on the doors, motion activated flood lights on all sides, and video surveillance capabilities, we figured it was okay to make the change. Hopefully the downgrade doesn't negate the original system.

FYI: In the 18months we have lived in our house we have not had any problems with intruders. It is possible the high security was due to the fact that the previous owners may have been growing questionable organic material in the basement. Just chalk it up to big city livin'.

Worth the Wait

It's a GIRL!


Our daughter blessed us with her arrival on November 20th, 2009 at 12:45am. She tipped the scales at 8 lbs 12 oz and is 22 inches long. We like to maintain our anonymity in the blogophere, so sorry, name will be with held.

It has taken me a while to introduce her to the blog world for reasons you will soon understand. MiniB's birth story began on Wednesday, November 18th. I started having contractions around 10am, coming about 15 minutes apart. By 10pm they were coming 5 minutes apart. I labored at home during the night and we went to the hospital about 5am. I was 90% effaced, but only dilated to 2cm, so they sent us a walkin'. Hoss took me to Sam's Club and we walked and walked and walked, I only made it a few steps between contractions while Hoss made it around to all of the electronics. We journeyed back to the hospital around 1130am and I was admitted at 4cm. We never did get a cute picture of me 40 weeks pregnant, so this one will have to do. Here is me in hospital garb, not looking so cute in all my glory at 41 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Enlarge at your own risk.

I made good progress until around 5pm, I got stuck at 7cm and they broke my water at 730pm. I was having coupling contractions, meaning two contractions overlapping each other which usually indicates a posterior presentation, or sunny side up, meaning head down but facing the front instead of the tail bone. This position makes for very intense and painful back labor. After they broke my water my contractions got even more intense and I lost my focus. I asked for some Fentanyl to take the edge off. After that I was able to regain my focus and concentrate on my breathing. I should put in a plug for the hypnobirthing method for anyone who wants a natural labor and delivery. I couldn't have done it without the hypnobirthing breathing and relaxation techniques, and of course, not without Hoss supporting me all the way. By 11pm I was dilated to 10cm and started to push. I pushed until 1240am without much progress. My heart rate was in the 170's and MiniB's was in the 180's. The baby's heart rate dropped suddenly to 90 and wouldn't come back up. At this point the doctor came up to my side and said "The baby's heart rate has been down for 12 minutes, we need to get the baby out now." They tried suction, but the cups wouldn't stick to her head because she has so much hair. Then they used the forceps and she finally made her first appearance.

Unfortunately, I suffered a 3rd degree perineal tear and was rushed right to surgery after some painful gauze packing of orifices. MiniB was taken right to the NICU where Hoss was able to be with her. My surgery took about 1 1/2 hours and then an hour for recovery, by the time they took me to the NICU it was 330am. She was beautiful, they didn't let us hold her til the next day, but just looking at her made me cry.


MiniB was in the NICU for 2 days, she wasn't able to maintain her oxygen on room air, had excess fluid in her lungs, and her white blood cell count was high so they put her on antibiotics in case of infection. She was finally able to come to our room on Saturday night and they let us go home on Sunday.



My mom and Hoss have been awesome. My mom is taking care of all the little things that make a big difference and drive me crazy, like dishes in the sink, laundry etc. They have been letting me sleep and helping with MiniB. I spend most of my time lying down because frankly it hurts to sit and to stand. To be totally candid, it is really scary to poop when your bum and everything in between is being held together with stitches!

For documentation purposes and to supplement my own failing memory, MiniB was born able to hold her head up and she likes to sleep on her right side, it doesn't matter what I do, she always rolls up onto her side once she lays down!


Her entry into the world was somewhat traumatic, but we are so happy she is here, and she was definitely Worth the Wait.

MiniB

IT'S

STILL A FETUS!

Yep, one day past the due date and no sign of baby. I must give kudos to MiniB for obedience. Hoss's first act as a father was to sternly tell MiniB not to come before Thursday at 3pm due to Daddy having an exam at 1pm.

I am doing just fine, and must admit I have loved being pregnant and I am going to miss it. Especially the little feet poking out the side of my stomach!

My pregnancy in 10 tips/bits o' info in no particular order.

1. I worked all the way up to 9 months and am sooo happy to officially be on maternity leave.
2. Face it, it is hard as a woman to pee in a cup anyway, but prit' near impossible when pregnant. Yes, I have peed on my hand.
3. Avoid "the waddle" as long as possible. Thanks to working along side Physical Therapists every day the waddle only creeps in when I really have to pee (every 6 minutes) or when I am really full (every time I eat). But, no back pain!
4. No 1. and really only pregnancy complaint from me is DRY FEET! This kid is going to be wrinkly because there is definitely no moisture left in my feet.
5. Got my hair done last week. I figure when my stomach looks like a deflated balloon, at least my hair will look good.
6. Painted every room in my house, some more than once.
7. Stretch mark cream is a billion dollar bogus industry.
8. Craigslist is the best place for affordable nearly new baby gear. Apparently most people in Denver only have one kid.
9. My house is cleaner than it has ever been, even in places no one ever sees.
10. I have finished all of my Christmas shopping!


P.S. I am trying to get a 40 week pregnant pic, but something goes horribly wrong with every attempt!

"I'm tired"

That's what Hoss said to me this morning around 6am. Poor guy was up late studying for a big test, so I figured that was why he was tired, but I was wrong.

"I'm tired" was followed by, "I stayed up too late playing with the baby".
My response: Ah, what? We haven't actually had the baby yet.
Hoss: You were asleep when I came to bed, and I put my hand on your belly and every time I would almost fall asleep the little guy/gal kicked my hand.

I am just glad they are bonding! Hopefully this means Hoss will not feel the need to "toughen" the baby up. Currently he tells the baby daily that it is sleeping on the floor the first night to test his/her survival skills. Don't worry, I already told him no.

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We had a great visit from Hoss's parents this weekend. Hoss's mom brought him a Lego set she found at a garage sale that is remiss of his childhood and he is furiously attempting to do an inventory of the pieces and has downloaded the original instructions from the world wide web. I think Hoss does what every other grown man wishes he could be doing. Someday if he goes missing, I think he will have figured out how to fly and took him self to Never Never Land so he never has to grow up.

Hoss had game 3 of the Flag Football season and their record has improved from 1-1 to 2-1. Hoss took one guy to the ground, meaning Hoss stood in front of him and the guy ran into him and fell over. After that they put a tiny fast one in front of him, good thing the little guy was fast or he wouldn't have survived. I also learned from his mom that the bribe in high school was a motorcycle in exchange for playing football. He didn't take it. I think he would take it now.

Last but not least, I had an interesting exchange at the check out in WalMart with my father-in-law and realized either I look old or he looks young (in all honesty I think he is pretty good looking and is a very distinguished 50 something).

Perky check out girl: How many months are you?
Rose: Seven.
Perky: What are you having?
Rose: It's a surprise.
Perky: And is this the Daddy?
Rose: Ah, this is the Grandpa.
Perky: Ah, well you never know these days.

I don't know who blushed more, me, FIL, or Perky.

Glory Days

Yes, Hoss looks like a football player, but he is more of a ping pong kind of guy. His fellow classmates tried to recruit him for the line on the DS1 intramural flag football team last fall, but to no avail. As you can see, their persuasive antics were a little more effective this year.

And the DS2 season begins...

In the Huddle

Hoss blocking for one of his BF's (can you say BF when talking about guys?).

Now I get to watch my Hoss play football every Saturday for the next 9 weeks. Wait a sec, I am having a baby in 9 weeks! Crap!

Wonderment

One of the many reasons why I love my husband.

We are sitting on the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream, Hoss's favorite, cookie dough, and mine, double fudge brownie.

Hoss: Could we take the cookie dough out and bake it?
Rose: You're cute.

43,800 hrs=1,825 days=260 wks=60 months=

5 Years of MARRIAGE!

Feels like a lifetime, but it has been the best lifetime I have ever lived! I won't go into the deep down nitty gritty tell all of why my husband is the best, because well, I don't really care if anyone else thinks he is the best, but he sure rocks my world! I love him dearly and he knows I can't live without him and I certainly can't sleep without him!

After 5 years of marriage he still makes me laugh like this...


And he still kisses me like that!

Happy Anniversary Lover!

I couldn't have asked for a more ruggedly handsome manlier man with a bigger heart than you.

You loved me first but I love you best!

Rose

The Incident

We just spent a whirlwind of a weekend totaling 1315 miles of car travel in 36 hours, but more on that later. Our weekend ended with Hoss' mum n' pop following us home to Denver and among other things taking us out for an amazing breakfast at IHOP (I ate mine in less than 5 minutes), at which time what I am calling "The Incident" took place.

The Location

The hostess had just seated us at our table and the following occurred:

Hostess: Are you pregnant?
Rose: Yup (I thought I was at the point that people really don't have to ask, but I guess it is still questionable).
Hostess: It's a boy.
Hoss: Yes!
Hostess: Ah, you are the father?
Hoss: Yes, this is my wife.
Hostess: You are married?
Hoss: Yes
Hostess: You don't look married.
Hoss: Really?
Hostess: You look single.
Hoss: How does that look?
Hostess: You look like you are having too much fun to be married.

Uhh, was she hitting on my husband in front of his pregnant wife and his parents? Or insinuating that I looked boring? I don't know, but Hoss enjoyed flaunting his single look the rest of the day, and I guess I need to be harder on him so no other chicks mistake him as having too much fun and being single when I am not around to set them strait!

Wahoo!

HOSS PASSED HIS DENTAL BOARDS!

For anyone who doesn't know how big of a deal that is, well, it's huge. He opened the letter before I got home, so I didn't capture the moment on camera, but he is so glad, he has finally been able to relax and start some of our home improvement projects that we planned to do when we moved in. I am pretty excited too, I don't have to paint alone anymore!

Project #1: My Laundry Room and Half Bath

I didn't catch the before before picture, but this is after the demo before the upgrade...now that I have posted this pic that puts the pressure on to actually finish it so I can post an after pic.

Half Bath

Opposite, the Laundry Room

In other news, we spent a great weekend in Casper. It started out a bit rocky since I had to go to the dentist. I would really hate my dentist, except he is my father-in-law, unfortunately, by association he takes the rap for all previous dental and orthodontic experiences in my life, but it is nothing against him. We thought I had a cavity, but it turned out it was just a chipped filling, so he fixed that and then decided to take out a Wisdom tooth as well. I hate shots especially in the palate, and as my heart started beating in anticipation and the adrenaline started pumping MiniB started punching harder than ever and Daddy-to-be finally got to feel it. Soon after that he started drilling on my extracted tooth, which is apparently nothing like drilling on the plastic teeth in lab. Finally I had to drive myself home because when we go to Casper Hoss leaves me for his Father.

On a less numbing note, my amazing Queen of Garage Selling (that is her official title) mother-in-law found me a practically new Boppy (what a weird name for a pillow) which I have already put to use to keep the blankets from pushing down on my feet at night (the number of pillows I sleep with is increasing exponentially, the only trouble is when ever I move I have to re adjust all the pillows so part of me is still touching Hoss).

And the best thing she found was this...


...brand new, never been used or even opened, sewing machine, which she gave me as an early birthday present, and it was only $20! I would have to garage sale for weeks for a find like that, that's probably why I will stick to Craigslist, but I don't mind reaping the benefits of the Queen.

Who's the Smartest?

We have had a lot of new additions in the past few months, I am just too lazy to ever actually upload the photos from the camera to the computer...its so hard to plug in that cord...but I finally did it. And yes, there were pictures from 2008 still on the camera.

I'll start with my favorite purchase, we bought a new TV, or really I should just say we bought a TV. We have been TV-less for most of our marriage, and thanks to my big bro saying to Hoss, "If you don't buy one before the baby comes, you never will", we are the proud owners of a 47" Sony blah blah HDTV blah blah 12o hz blah blah stuff I don't know blah blah. We didn't spring for cable, but my techno savvy husband just hooks it to the laptop and we've got cyperspace in HD and larger than life.

We literally could not have fit another inch of TV in the backseat of our car...

The other two purchases are a real toss up for Hoss as far as his favorite. We upgraded one of our midget (can I still say that on the web without getting sued?) only room for 1 cheek toilets to an environmentally friendly use only what you need, low water flow, with #1 and #2 flush option, elongated bowl and Hoss's ever coveted comfort height so his legs don't fall asleep while doing his bsniss all for 107$ + tax! Too bad it was CO tax, but love SAMS Club.

...and with the toilet barely in the trunk we actually made it home.

And last but not least, Hoss finally got the real mans mans work truck he has been dreaming about, one that he actually looks like a normal sized person when driving kind of truck, just so he could haul all these sorts of purchases.



Unfortunately with my mush brain and his head full of things like biochem and pathology and studying for his board exam, we forgot to actually drive the truck, that we purchased first, to the store when we bought these truck worthy items. It works well as a receptacle for our discarded soda cups though. Who's the smartest? Safe to say it isn't us.

How come no one ever puts new posts up?

Well I've decided to make a new post. It will be as long as time allows. Hoss

"NEW POST"

Thanks for reading!

Alien vs Hoss

Preview... after nearly 5 years of failed production...

Man: You carry my seed within you.
Woman: Mm-uh.
Man: Let me gaze upon my work.
Woman: Wonderful job.
Man (to seed): You better be a boy.

Scene from Alien, no wait, scene from our life.

Coming 11-10-09

Geri Tales III

Bobaliscious: What day is it?

Rosie: May 5th

Bobaliscious: Hmm, May 5th.

Rosie: Hey Bob, what day is it? (Because this is what I do, ask people with dementia to tell me what day it is every time I see them because I want them to be oriented, but does it really matter? NO. The best is when they say, why do you keep asking me that, there is a calendar right over there.)

Bobaliscious: What, do you think I am that senile that I don't even know what day it is!? It's Wednesday! (actually, it's Tuesday)

Rosie: Hey Bob, did you know it is Cinco de Mayo

Bobaliscious: Cinco de Mayo? Well it's a big day for the Chicanos! And a big day for the Mexicans! I'll tell you what a real holiday is, St. Patrick's Day, now that's a big day for the Irish. We have a big parade, and I'm telling you it's the best party you ever saw.

Rosie: I bet it is. Hey, Bob, what day is it?

Bobaliscious: Wednesday.

Geri Tales: Breakfast Time

Arly May: What is this? (Holds up a piece of French toast)

Rosie: Thats French toast

Arly May: I'm no dummy, but there's nothing French about this, its just toast! (throws the FRENCH toast on the table)

Rosie: Well, you have to put syrup and butter on it, then it will taste French.

Arly May: Are you calling me a liar? Taste it, and you'll know, it isn't French.

Rosie: No thank you, I can't eat your food.

Arly May: You people are crazy, thinking I am going to eat that stuff, plain old toast, who do you think you are calling it French. I know French and that isn't it.

Rosie: Could I get you some fried eggs and toast?

Arly May: That sounds good, I'll eat that.

Ahh, Dementia

Beddenbreakfast...

We have had visits from family and friends almost every weekend since the year began, unfortunately we didn't digitally document most of the visits, but luckily we did capture some moments from the cutest of our boarders, Little Rose, spawn of Milmonsters.

We played Jungle Gym on Uncle Hoss...

...almost made it...

...Uncle Hoss won.


When it was time to leave, Uncle Hoss tried to hide her from MamaMilmonster. She found her, but not until we got a nice high pitched "Where'd she go!?!" from the Mama.


Eventually she had to go, but we miss her and hope she comes back soon. She can bring the rents along too if she wants...

A Noble Profession

This is what my dear older brother does to poor little kids...everyday.




Yes, this is real life.

Geri Tales

Therapist: Rosarita*
Patient: Penny (85 yrs old)

R: Hey Penny, what do you have hiding under your shirt? (large bulge in the right tummy/hip area)
P: What do you mean?
R: Don't you have a pocket for your tissues? (pat-pat)
P: That's my breast.
R: Whoops, I didn't realize you weren't wearing a brazier
P: Sweetie, I quit wearing those years ago.
R: Sorry, I didn't mean to, ah, grope you. (Hmm, don't really know what to do now) How do you feel about going to therapy with me now?

*names have been changed to protect the innocent