Feats of Strength: June 2012

Maddy wanted to play softball this year. We looked around for a league that wasn't a competitive fast pitch league with girls that have been playing since they were three. It wasn't very easy. Actually when I say "we looked" it was actually my Dad, Grandpa that started looking around. Maddy was at Grandma and Grandpa's house one day and mentioned that she might like to play softball. Grandpa ran with it and was texting me all these options! I was a very leery about this since she has never played before and is 13. I didn't want her on a team where the girls were nearly professionals. Here is where my pessimism comes out, but that's another post. So, Grandpa found a league in Taylorsville that is a beginning league. PERFECT. We are out of town on the sign ups, but never fear Grandpa comes to the rescue. He signs her up and after a couple weeks, before the season starts, he is the head coach! Not very many kids get to have their Grandpa be their coach so Maddy was very excited! It was fun for her to spend time with him and learn the techniques of the sport. It was fun to watch these girls learn and progress together. The season was very short but the amount of confidence and the level of their ability increased exponentially. Then, one sad day, Maddy was opening her bedroom window and the whole frame and glass came out of the track and cracked the top of her foot. The glass didn't shatter so there wasn't any bleeding. There was immediate swelling and a deep bruise. We wondered if it was broken, but there were not any tell tale signs, just symptoms that could possibly be a break. So, we iced it and had her keep it up. She missed a day or two of school because she couldn't walk on it. I just wanted to send her to school and just move on, but deep down there was that Mom part of me saying "What if it is broken, then I would fee terrible." So, after a few days, we made the trek to AfterHours Medical. There was no way to ease my mind, or Maddys without getting it x-rayed. The Dr. examined her foot, said, "Hmmm, I can't see any obvious breaks so let's x-ray". I wasn't too far off! After the x-ray he said, "Hmmm I can't see any obvious x-rays and the radiologist will read the x-ray tomorrow, so here is a boot to wear just in case." I didn't question, and off we went. The boot made it more comfortable to walk on and protected it in the mass of people swarming the junior high halls. She was able to go back to school, but no softball for awhile. The radiologist got back to us two days later saying there wasn't a break, it's just a deep bruise. We were relieved because that meant she didn't have to wear the boot for 6-8 weeks. She did wear it for about a week until she could put more pressure on it and it wasn't so sensitive to touch (or being stepped on at school) All was well, except for she was out for the rest of the softball season and the bill I got for the boot from the Dr. So, his little idea of being overcautious cost me $300! This whole idea of the doctors being so afraid of being sued by someone cost me 300 bucks! Don't get me started on our medical care system! They don't even give you a choice, they just send you off with something just so they are covered. We could have just gone home and kept her off of it for a day until the radiologist looked at it, but nooooo! Anyways, this was supposed to be about softball. We were sad we missed out on the last few weeks of practices and games, but the games and practices we were able to participate in were amazing! Thanks Grandpa!

Our Ward talent show was the end of April. The week before Tenley says to me, "Did I tell you I am singing in the talent show with Aspen and Tenley?" I say, "Nope, you sure didn't... what's the plan" The girls decided they wanted to sing together and the other girls Mom's are vocally talented, so they practiced at their houses a lot! They sang an adorable song of the "Nashville Tribute to the Pioneers Trek" CD called "Somewhere There's a Mountain" It was Tenley's first time performing other than her dance/singing class. The girls sounded so sweet and amazing together. Their little voices blended so great and it truly was precious. Angie curled their hair and they work cute little pettiskirts. They were adorable.

Cole's participation in the talent show consisted of being the page turner for Jenna Hicken as she accompanied her sister Sarah and Lindy Green. He excelled in his performance and was a joy to watch :)

Tiffiny Law (one of our Laurels) wanted to put a dance together for the YW to perform at the talent show. She scheduled practices at her house and choreographed the dance together with the few girls that showed up. We have about 18 young women and there were four of them that participated. Maddy, Maddy Swallow, Megan Loutensock and Tiffiny Law. They danced to a medley of "Once There Was a Snowman". They did some lip syncing and dancing and they all looked adorable.

Tenley Derieg, Aspen McRae and Tenley

Front to Back

Maddy, Tiffiny, Maddy Swallow and Megan Loutensock

After 3 fast, blissful (most of the time) weeks I finally have it together enough to blog about the new addition to our fam! Long, detailed post for my memory and G to read one day :) I have decided I am destined to have children when my parents are on a cruise. B came one week late while my mom and dad were cruising in the Caribbean and G decided to come 2 weeks early while they were in Alaska. Talk about foiling Grandma’s plans to come and help us! Well, thankfully all worked out just fine and G came happy and healthy J

We were scheduled to have a c-section on the 15^th, but he decided to come early! I never thought I would be lucky enough to go early… I was so unprepared thinking I still had a week to plan and get ready for him. No hospital bag, no arrangements for B, no groceries in the house, piles of laundry, and a messy house. I guess that’s how normal labor goes- you never know when they are coming! But, I was just so hung up on having a day and time scheduled that I was planning on getting everything ready that weekend. Oh well…. And we were supposed to have B’s birthday party that Saturday, so she will have to celebrate another day! Good thing she’s only 2 and doesn’t know the difference J I’m sure we’ll hear about it one day….

So, Wednesday the 9^th I was having contractions all afternoon. Nothing too major, just here and there. We decided to go to Tanner’s first softball game of the season since they weren’t bad. They started to get more intense there, but I knew once I got home I could just lay down and they’d go away. Well, they didn’t. I decided to go to bed and after a couple of hours when Tanner came in they were still coming. By this time it was midnight and they were coming every 10 minutes. Tanner was freaked and sure we needed to call my doc. I planned to “sleep it out”, bad idea, and hoped they would go away. The thought of having G that night was out of the question! So many things left to do. And who would be there to help with B and my mom was still on her cruise! Well, after 3 hours of consistent, more intense contractions we finally called my dr. I was really protesting the idea because I did NOT want to be sent home saying I was just being a baby… But Tanner insisted and was freaking out just a tad more than me… My doctor didn’t call us back for about an hour and a half, and Tanner kept saying “call her back, we need to go in now”. Such a great husband, so worried about me! She told us to come in and see what was going on. Since I was planned for c-section, they didn’t want me contracting at all because of the risks with my incision. We called our bishop and his angel of a wife drove half hour to our house to get B. Meanwhile, we were running around the house trying to get some what ready and prepared. I was just throwing stuff in bags and not really paying attention to what I was doing.

We left our house about 5:30 and ventured to the hospital. The half hour drive was awful with contractions getting worse, especially compared to the two minute drive we had in Logan. Once they admitted me of course my contractions eased up. What is it about hospitals that make your body stop going into labor so you look like a fool when they ask you how you are doing? That’s just how the nurse midwife looked at me when she saw the readings from my contractions. Like I was a big fat pansy. “Well, these are only 8-10 minutes apart and not crazy. Your lips look a very dry, you’re probably just dehydrated.” Ummm… don’t ever tell a woman in labor she’s contracting due to dehydration. Wrong response lady. She still checked me and with a “oops I’m an idiot” face, told me I was at a 3. HA. Told you so….. And p.s. remember how I’m not supposed to be contracting at all so my uterus doesn’t bust open? Yeah, thanks a lot. Sorry for the rant everyone.

So… needless to say we were having a baby that day! They admitted me and scheduled my section. My doctor came up and told us she had one other surgery and then we were next! Just an hour or so and we would see baby G! We went back into the OR around 10:00 am and they got me all set up. They gave me a spinal and it was so crazy how fast it worked. And, how painless it was. Thanks for a great anesthesiologist! After about 10 seconds my legs started getting tingley and I asked if that was normal, they said it was and laid me right down. They started and Tanner still wasn’t in there, so I was panicking a little. But he came right in and stayed right by me the whole time. It was such an out of body experience. You can totally sense your body and legs, but can’t move them. There were several times when I wanted to move my legs and couldn’t, and that was the weirdest and most uncomfortable part.

It seemed like forever, and I kept asking, “are we almost done?” But I’m sure it was really only about 15 minutes by the time they started and had him out. At 10:26 am out came our big boy! Weighing in at 8 lbs., 20 inches, he was healthy and big for two weeks early! The best part was that he came out crying- something every mom wants to hear! And that’s about the only time you are glad to hear your baby scream like that. Bridget came out silent and that was terrifying, so we were so grateful to hear his little screams!

They cleaned him up, took him to the nursery and finished sewing me up. I got really sick towards the end so they gave me so drugs that made me super sleepy and out of it. The next thing I knew I was back in my room and they brought in Grayson! I was so glad he was healthy and out J The next few days were a blur and full of ups and downs, but all I can say is how blessed I am for another healthy, happy, Deaton baby!!!! Here are some pics of our little buddy J