Doctors' Visits

Yes, that is plural. We have been to the doctors' offices four times in the last week.

Father's Day weekend, Jared went on a biking trip, which I will have to post about later, so I had the girls all by myself. The night before he left, Taylor was in and out of bed probably 4-5 times, so the next day was really rough. We were all sleep-deprived, and she was really cranky. Then, on Sunday, I decided to be brave and took both girls to church by myself. By the time I got home from church, I wasn't feeling well at all. Normally I am starving after church, and I have to eat immediately, but I really didn't feel like cooking dinner. Instead, I grabbed a granola bar and just laid on the couch. Jared made it home later that night, and by that time, I was just aching all over. I thought maybe I had overdone it all weekend and had worn myself out, so I took my pain medicine for my broken bum and was in bed by 9:58pm. I'm usually a night owl, and it's a rare, rare occasion that I'm in bed by 10:00pm, so I obviously didn't feel well. The next morning, I expected to feel much better after a long night of sleep. Instead, I actually felt worse and even more achey. When I went to get in the shower, I noticed that my left breast was a little red. I had noticed during the night that it was a little tender, but that's not really unusual when you're breastfeeding. It was all starting to come together. I wasn't achey because of my tailbone and being tired. I bet I had mastitis. I looked it up online to see what all the symptoms are, and sure enough, everything I was noticing was listed. Luckily, I caught it before it got really bad. I still hadn't had my six week postpartum check up either because of my broken bum. Jared had taken that day off of work so we could celebrate a late Father's Day (I'll have to post about that later, too), so I figured it would be a good time to see if my OB-GYN could fit me in. I went in to the doctor later that afternoon, and I was right. I definitely had mastitis, so he put me on an antibiotic and told me to come back in a week. He said, ".. and you thought your weekly visits were over!" Oh, and he had to draw on me, too, to see how big the area of redness was. He said, "You just wanted me to draw on you." Yes, that's exactly it... haha

I feel like such a pill popper... haha I have never had to take so many medicines in my life! In the mornings, I take a prescription strength anti-inflammatory and the antibiotic. At night, I take the antibiotic, a prenatal vitamin, BCP's, and an occasional pain pill (which is not very often anymore; it has actually been a month since I fell now). These are all legally prescribed drugs, I swear ;-) Anyway, that's doctor visit #1.

Doctor visit #2 was the next day. Taylor had her last appointment with the plastic surgeon to follow up on her surgical site. He said he thought the scar looked well and that would could stop putting the scar ointment on it and just let it continue to heal on its own. He said he thought it would continue to lighten up and fade over time. He said that she shouldn't have any problems until she hits puberty, and hair probably wouldn't grow there (yeah, I didn't think it would), so she might want something cosmetic done at that time. I don't even want to know what they would do for that, but she's not going to have anything done because no one is going to see that, right??!! Glad that's all over with.

Doctor visit #3 (I suppose this could count as two visits actually) was on my birthday when Bella had to have the VCUG done to test for urinary reflux. A friend of mine had offered to watch Taylor, so I didn't have to worry about being stressed over her, too. I woke up that morning feeling very nervous about it and actually started crying after I got out of the shower. I just wasn't sure how they were going to do the test. When Taylor had her surgery, obviously they had to come and take her away from us. I was taking Bella to the hospital by myself, and I just didn't know how I would handle them taking her away from me and then having to just sit and wait by myself. Well, it turns out that the test was done in radiology, so I actually was able to stay in the room with her. She did so good! She's tough like her sister. Basically what they did was insert a catheter and then put dye into the catheter and took x-rays. When Taylor had her surgery, one of the employees brought her stickers and crayons which really put her in a better moon. I'm not really sure what her "title" is, but I think she just tries to make the kids as comfortable as she possibly can when they have procedures done. The same lady came and brought one of those little musical boxes that you would put on the side of a baby's crib. She laid it right by Bella's head, and Bella stayed very calm and was smiling and kicking her legs. Well, the first nurse tried to get the catheter in twice and couldn't get it. I know that sometimes putting a catheter in can be difficult anyway and can only imagine how difficult it must be to put in a tiny infant. It's not a very big target. Still, I was anxious to get it over with. Another nurse tried the third time and got it, but by this point, Bella was really ready for it to be over with, too. The radiologist was the one who did the actual x-rays, so once it was over, I didn't have to wait to find out the result; she told me right away that everything looked normal. Yay!! After that, I had to take the radiologist's report over to the urologist's office to meet with him. He said that because the test was negative it was likely that her UTI was just due to her urinary tract being contaminated from her stool. He wants us to go back in five months so they can test her urine and make sure everything still looks good.

Then, yesterday, I had my follow up on the mastitis. I figured he would just take a quick look, so I took both girls with me. Surprisingly, Taylor was a perfect angel most of the time while we were waiting. I got her to sit down and look at a magazine for a few minutes. She saw a picture of several babies together, and she started saying, "There's Kena... There's Noah..." haha It was Bella that started to get fussy because she was getting hungry. The receptionist let us go back to the kitchen area so I could feed her where Taylor took much advantage of the bowl of miniature Reese's cups and the water dispenser. I was still feeding Bella when the nurse took me back to the room. When she walked out, she didn't tell me to take off my shirt and leave me a little paper gown or anything. I thought surely he would have to check the area. So, when he came in, he asked how everything was. I told him everything was all better and the redness was completely gone. He said, "Didn't I mark on you?" I said yeah but it's gone. Did he seriously think that it would still be there after a week, especially when he only marked on me with a regular pen? haha So, he said, "Well, can I take a look?" That was a little awkward. I'm thinking "how exactly do I go about doing this?" He held Bella for me, and then I basically just stood there and lifted my shirt. I felt like I should have gotten some Mardi Gras beads after that.. haha Taylor decided to be her difficult self at the end. It took us about 15 minutes to get out of the office after we were already done because she kept going back and playing with the water dispenser and filling her cup and spilling it on the floor, and I was trying to clean up her mess to keep someone else from falling and breaking their tailbone. Then, while I was trying to wipe up the water, she was opening up Reese's cups and throwing the wrapper on the floor, so I had to make her pick up every little piece (because you know they have to tear it into a million pieces in order to get the wrapper off!). I think the office staff was very entertained.

Gratefully, even though we had lots of doctors' visits, everything turned out well, and we are all healthy. We're hoping to be able to stick around the house as much as possible this week though.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

This is one of the first pictures that I took of the garden. Everything has grown a lot bigger now.

This is our first year ever to plant a garden. Jared has done all of the work really. I have just pulled a few weeds with the help of my sils and harvested some cucumbers when they were ready, but all of the sweat that goes into digging, planting, and maintaining the garden has been accomplished by Jared (and if you know Jared, you know how much sweat that is! haha.. love you, babe!) He planted cucumbers, squash, tomatoes, okra, sweet bell peppers, jalapeno peppers, and serrano peppers. At first, everything seemed to be dying between the crazy weather changes and the two solid weeks of rain that we had earlier in the spring. In fact, he planted several of the cucumber and squash over again because they weren't looking to good. We weren't too upset because we knew it was our first year, and it's a learning process.

Well, things have really started to flourish! We are getting cucumbers GALORE (I have a feeling some of those original cucumber plants made it after all), and Jared harvested about 5-6 squash this weekend with more to come. We've gotten one bell pepper which I used in some lasagna tonight, and it was fabulous. He's gotten a couple of peppers. Several tomatoes are growing, but he says something keeps eating them before they get ripe enough to pick. Having a garden is really fun! It's cool to go out every day and see what new things have grown. Next year we are hoping to do more- potatoes, corn, lettuce, etc.

The first three cucumbers we harvested.

Jared cooked some pork chops the other night and cut up some of his serrano peppers to eat on his. Tell me those pork chops don't look perfect!! They sure did taste good too!

I can't remember if I have posted pictures of our deck before.

Here is a picture of our backyard from one corner to the other. It seems especially huge now that we've gotten the fence up.

Two Months

My baby is two months old!! I can't believe it has been two months already. So far, Bella has been so sweet and easy-going. I talked before about how we had some trouble getting her to go to sleep at night, but after a little while of that, we decided that we definitely needed to get her into a routine. So we tried to always make sure that she was awake between the hours of 7 and 8 pm; then we would give her a bath, and I would feed her, and it wouldn't take her long to go to sleep at all. When she starts getting really fussy at night, we know that she's ready to go to sleep, and she usually calms down as soon as we put her into the bathtime because she knows that means she'll be going to bed soon. I'm not sure if Bella has just been so much easier than Taylor or if we've just learned through trial and error with Taylor or maybe a combination of both, but I have just been so much less stressed with Bella than I was with Taylor. I am finding it easier and easier to know if she's crying because she's hungry, tired, etc.

My main headaches these days come from Taylor and her terrible two's. I don't know if it's just the age or if she's acting out more because of the new baby- or again, maybe it's a combination of the two- but she has been really horrible lately (only with me; she's pretty good with everyone else--- I don't want to scare away any potential babysitters.. haha). I pretty much have to tell her everything about five times, and then she still usually doesn't listen. It doesn't matter if I spank her, put her in the corner, whatever. She just doesn't listen, and it's driving me absolutely insane. I've had people ask me how it has been adjusting to two kids, but in all honesty (and hopefully it will stay this way), I've been able to adjust quite well to Bella. It's Taylor and her attitude that has been so hard.

Anyway, this is supposed to be a nice post about Bella. Taylor has really grown quite fond of her... a little too fond. She's constantly in her face and messing with her (which also drives me crazy! especially if Bella is trying to sleep), and this past week, she kept saying "I want to hold it." One day while she was holding her, I told her I wanted to take a picture, so now everytime she holds her, Taylor tells me that she wants to take a picture, so I have lots of pictures of her holding Bella in the same way, same spot.. haha She loves her to death. I just have to make sure that she doesn't squeeze her too tightly and make that a reality!

Oh yeah, in one of my last posts, I said if I wasn't careful Taylor would be trying to pick her up and drag her around the house. Well, last Sunday, I took the girls to church by myself. As I was packing up our stuff to get ready to go, I had Bella sitting in her little chair on one side of the living room (almost in the kitchen). I had told Taylor that we were going to church. Well, as I was out of the room, I guess she decided that Bella needed to be in her car seat, so when I walked back in the room, Bella was sitting in the car seat-which was all the way on the other side of the living room, closer to the door. She never let out a scream, so I never even knew anything was going on until I walked back in the room and saw that she wasn't in the chair. Taylor must have done a pretty good job picking her up (Bella usually lets me know when big sister is picking on her), and it's not like I was even out of the room for that long either. Taylor has tried to pick her up several times since then, so I'm sure this will not be the last time that this happens.

Bella has been trying to suck on her hand a lot lately.

Bella is really a sweetheart. She smiles a lot now and has been cooing a lot lately. I love my little bobblehead ;-) She has really been a blessing to me since Taylor continues to be my wild child. So far, I'm not seeing a whole lot of similarities between her and Taylor- she's a good sleeper, Taylor wasn't; she's easy-going, Taylor definitely wasn't- and although I love, love, love Taylor with all my heart, I just don't know if I could handle another one just like her.. haha

Taylor-newborn

Bella- 1-2 weeks

Everyone has always said that Taylor looks just like me- or my nephew Bryson, my brother's oldest son. It seems to be the consensus that Bella looks more like a Mayfield. I don't look at her and think that she looks like Taylor, but sometimes when I see old pictures of Taylor, I can see a little bit of a resemblance.

Bella- almost two months

Taylor- hmm.... 2-3 months??

I'm really excited for the months and years to come to see their similarities and differences- not just physically but also in their actions and attitude!

Silly Girl

Taylor does this silly thing where she will make a serious face and then laugh, make a serious face, then laugh, and keep alternating it.

Today, she was playing with one of her bears, and the next thing I know, I see the bear here...

I asked if the bear was in trouble. She said, "in the corner.." haha You can tell that this is our time out spot.

She's continuing to want to do more and more with the baby, and the last few days she's been saying, "Mom, I want to hold it."

Now I'm really going to have to watch her. Not only will she be poking her in the eye, but she'll be trying to pick her up by herself and drag her around the house if I'm not careful! She has been very "helpful" with trying to change the baby's diapers though. She will try to take the diaper off (whether we want her to or not) and wipe the baby's bottom, and she's always getting out the wipes (again, whether we want her to or not). If only she would just continue this when she gets older and actually can change diapers....

Dance Lessons

So, I'm thinking about signing Taylor up for dance classes in the fall....

My Girls

Taylor loved watching this video of herself. When it would go off, she would say, "Where's Taylor?"

So, when we first brought Bella home, Taylor didn't want much to do with her. Then, she gradually started warming up to her. NOW... she won't leave her ALONE!! haha She is constantly in her face all the time, and honestly, it drives me crazy! I mean, I am very happy that she loves her sister, but I'm not so happy when Bella is happy and content and then Taylor starts messing with her and makes her mad. As they get older, if Taylor complains about her little sister being annoying, I'm gonna tell her that she's just getting what she deserves ;-)

Bella has started smiling a little bit. She is now 6 weeks old, and I guess she started at 4 weeks. The first time I noticed was when I woke up to feed her during the middle of the night. I had fed her a little bit, changed her diaper, and was getting ready to feed her some more. She was staring at the lamp on my night stand. I turned her face towards me. She looked right at me and gave me the biggest smile. I am pretty sure that was not just gas ;-) She is still sleeping well at night- usually 3-5 hours in between feedings- but we are still having a hard time getting her to go to sleep. We try to put her to bed around the same time as Taylor, but most nights, she won't go to sleep and stay asleep until around midnight which means Jared and I aren't going to bed until midnight. She will either fall asleep for just a few minutes and then wake right back up, or she'll fall asleep and then wake up as soon as we put her in her bed, or she'll just lay there keeping her eyes just barely open the whole time. We finally end up just having to stick her in her swing and let her cry and get mad to wear herself out a little bit before we can get her to fall asleep for the night.

Taylor continues to bring me great joy and great frustration every day..haha She is constantly saying and doing new things. She is starting to repeat just about everything we say. She especially likes to mimick Jared and do things that he does. We've started getting her to pray. Several months ago, she used to say "Heavenly Father, thank you for this day..." but stopped, and we haven't been able to get her to pray until now. When you try to get a kid to pray, most little kids just repeat the last word of the sentence. Taylor will actually try to say the whole sentence. Of course, it kind of ends up being mumbled and THEN repeating the last word, but hey, she's trying. It's very cute.

She has several new words and phrases that she says a lot. She picked up "oh goodness" from me saying it to the baby. She will say "oh my gosh," which is freaking adorable. One night after a long day, Jared laid down in the living room floor, put his hands behind his head, and said, "oh my gosh," and Taylor repeated everything he said and did. It was hilarious. Taylor will get me to help her put her socks on, and one day we were trying to put some on, and I told her they were too little. Now, if she can't get something on by herself, it's "too widdle." I also told her that her daddy was silly, so she'll say that.

Probably one of the cutest things she says is "yucky." I really wish I could get that on video. I wish I could get all of this on video, but she gets really camera shy. She cracks me up because she can be a tomboy and get down and dirty and then turn around and be such a girly-girl. Last weekend when Jared was working on the fence, she kept coming in the house every few minutes to change her socks, shoes, pants, whatever because they were yucky. I kept trying to tell her that she was just going to go back outside and get yucky again, so it was okay, but she refused to listen. Then, the next thing I know, I go outside and she is holding a worm! She also loves to chase bugs around. She will say "ay ya, ay ya, ay ya" or growl at them, and then she'll try to hit them. We've been getting a lot of flies in our house with her going in and out all the time. She will chase the flies around and say "shoo, bug." She can point out a fly anywhere in our house; she has a very good eye.

She has become VERY indepedent and is wanting to do things by herself more and more each day. For example, she can't really open a thing of string cheese by herself, but she makes it very clear that she wants to do it herself, and she will try her hardest before asking us for help. We just have to sit back and let her give it a try and then step in when she really needs us. Her favorite shows are Diego, Dora, Wow Wow Wubbzy, Sponge Bob, and My Friends Tigger and Poo, and she is very picky about what she wants to watch at what time. Jared used to work with our next door neighbor, Cheryl, and Taylor LOVES her. She calls her "Sherry." If Cheryl is outside when Taylor is playing, she will always run over to her house to play with her and her kitty and puppy.

Jared and I have decided that we're going to have to start making a list of all the new things Taylor does WHEN she does them because we always end up forgetting by the time I get a chance to blog them. They are just growing and learning so much so fast at this age. It's hard to keep up with them!

I have such beautiful girls, and I am very grateful to be a mother! I hope that they will be very close growing up and will always appreciate how lucky they are to have a sister!

It's Almost Done

We have been planning for a while to put up a fence in our backyard. Taylor LOVES to be outside. She would probably stay outside all day long if she could, but we live on a really busy road, and I just can't stay outside and chase her around all day making sure she doesn't go in the front yard or run in the road. My mom bought her a swing set which has helped to keep her in the backyard, but still I get nervous with her being outside and running around. For my own sanity and to keep Taylor happy, I wanted a fence so she would be contained in the backyard when she goes outside.

Jared has been working on the fence for the last few weeks, just a day here or there when he had time and when it wasn't raining (which wasn't often). His brothers and a friend of ours have also come to help him. They finally got all of the posts up last weekend, and this week, Home Depot called and said the fence panels were in. So, yesterday, Jared started working at about 8:00am and worked all day long. Our friend, Dave (who Taylor has a huge crush on), came to help a little bit later, and the fence is pretty much complete now. All Jared has to do is put up a couple of gates, and we're all set! I am so excited, and it really looks great! They did an awesome job! I think our yard looks even better now, too. I think the fence gives it a nice clean look, and our next door neighbor just came by and said our yard looks even bigger now.


*Taylor working hard to help her daddy.*

They worked until about 5 or 5:30pm, so Jared was pretty sore afterwards, and he definitely looks like a black man now... haha Well, I guess I should say a black farmer because it's really just his face, neck, and arms that are really tan. Taylor is getting quite the tan herself. She definitely has her daddy's skin tone.



work in progress

On the left side of the picture, you can see our garden that Jared planted. We didn't think it was going to survive at first, but it's looking good now and is starting to produce some tomatoes and peppers so far.

It sure is nice having a husband who is quite a handyman and can do stuff like this himself and save us money by not having to hire a professional! and we're grateful for everyone who has helped us in the process!

An Interesting Weekend

Jared surprised me with two tickets to the Keith Urban concert here in Huntsville last weekend. He was very sweet and wanted me to take some time to just have fun while he stayed at home and took care of BOTH girls by himself. I LOVE Keith Urban but had never seen him in concert, so I was very excited! His song "Making Memories of Us" is actually what inspired the title of my blog. My sil Alisha went with me, and our seats were up in the mezzanine seats all the way to the right side of the stage.

Dierks Bentley opened the concert. I've heard a lot of his songs but don't know them well enough to sing along, but he was really good in concert and put on a good show.

Then, it was time for Keith!! The whole row in front of us was completely empty, so we moved to that row all the way to the end where we could see just a little bit better, and we were right by the stairs. Alisha is the photographer of the family but forgot to charge her camera battery so she didn't bring her camera with her. I had my camera, but as I started taking pictures of Dierks Bentley, I soon realized that my battery was low too!! So, I would turn on the camera, take a picture, and quickly turn it back off.

There were platforms on both sides of the stage, and Keith went to the left side first and started playing. I knew that my picture taking opportunities were limited so I said I would wait to see if he came over to the right side, and then I would walk down the steps and snap a quick picture of him while he was closer to us.

Sure enough he came over to the right side. I didn't know how long he would stay there, so I wanted to get down the steps quick. However, I remember thinking to my self not to go too fast because I didn't want to fall. Well, I get about halfway down and slipped where someone had spilt beer on the steps. I was already wearing flip flops that don't have good grip on the bottom, and I have almost slipped and fell multiple times in them. Just add a little spilt beer, and I was destined for disaster.

My feet slipped right out from under me. I never even had a chance to brace myself. I fell flat on my tailbone on the concrete steps and then bounced down several steps before I was able to stop myself. I remember the second I hit it hurt so bad that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stand up. I dropped my camera when I fell, and someone handed it to me. People were asking if I was okay, but I grabbed my camera and jumped up as fast as I could. Then I walked down the rest of the steps, leaned on the railing, and took my pictures. I think I was in a state of shock. Normally, I get easily embarrassed and would have been mortified that so many people saw me bust my butt, but I was in so much pain that I really didn't care what everyone else thought. All I could think about was the horrible pain in my butt.

I walked back to my seat and sat down, but I was constantly having to shift my weight. I was still able to enjoy the rest of the concert, but the pain was definitely a bit distracting.

*A small bit of "Making Memories of Us" that I was able to get before my battery finally died.*

At one point in the concert, Keith was playing the guitar and just started making up crazy stuff like, "Huntsville, you're looking fine... I'm glad you're all mine..." Then he said something else and said he needed a word to rhyme with that. We heard someone yell out something. Then, Keith starts laughing and says, "Someone just said 'Take me home!' All right... but it's kind of creepy.. because it came from a dude...." (he was singing all of this) It was pretty funny!

The concert was really awesome. Keith was pretty fearless and was constantly going out into the audience. The security guards were trying to keep up with him, but he really didn't care. He had a little platform set up all the way in the back of the arena, so he walked back there and started playing for a while and said, "Who's got the good seats now?!" I really could have done without falling on my bum, but all-in-all, Alisha and I had a great time!

I made it home and was groaning a bit as I got in bed. Jared was already in bed, but when I came in, he asked how it was. I said, "The concert was awesome, but I think I broke my tailbone." He was like "what?!" Of course, I didn't know for sure if it was broken or not, but it hurt like heck. It didn't help that as soon as I got home the nurse in me came out, and I was trying to inspect the area for bruising (which I didn't notice any- as bad as it hurt, I thought I was going to be black and blue), and then I pressed on the area so I could find out exactly where I was hurt. Yeah, that was not a smart move. Everything went black for a moment, and tears immediately came rolling down my cheeks. That was the last time I did that.

That night, I took some Ibuprofen and put some ice packs on it. The next morning, I was doing okay but didn't go to church because there was no way I could sit all day. My mom called me that night to see how I was feeling and said if I wasn't feeling better on Monday, then she was definitely taking me to the doctor. When it first happened, I thought there wasn't any sense in going to the doctor because there's really nothing they can do even if it is broken, but by the time I talked to my mom, I had already decided that I was going to go to the doctor the next day. I mostly wanted to find out for sure if it was broken or not so I knew how long to expect before I get better and if it would affect me going back to work or not. Sunday night, some friends of ours from church brought us dinner. They have been really great especially since they brought us dinner after I had Bella, after Bella was hospitalized, and after I hurt my bum.

Sunday night was pretty rough. I couldn't even sit up in bed at night to feed Bella. I ended up having to just lay her beside me in bed and feed her that way. She even ended up sleeping in our bed part of the night because it just hurt too bad to move and try to lay her back in the bassinet. (Believe it or not, it has been harder for me to pick up Bella than Taylor because it requires more bending over). Monday morning, I called the doctor's office and made an appointment for that afternoon so my mom could take me after she got off work.

I was really afraid to go to the doctor because after doing my own inspection I didn't want him to have to poke around the area. Fortunately, I just told him what happened, and he gave me some prescriptions for a pain med and an anti-inflammatory and sent me to have an x-ray done. He said having a broken coccyx is basically like having a broken rib. There's really nothing you can do, so the treatment is the same whether it is broken or just bruised. I asked if there were any restrictions, and he said no- just whatever I can tolerate. If it was bruised, I could expect 4-6 weeks of recovery. If it was bruised, I could expect about 8 weeks.

I had the x-ray done and was told that the radiologist would have the results to my doctor by the next morning, and then my doctor was going to call me with the results. Monday night went a little bit better. I took the pain med before bed, and I was actually able to sit up in bed and feed Bella that night. I waited all day on Tuesday to hear from my doctor but never got a phone call. I ended up calling the doctor myself after I hadn't heard from them around 2:00pm on Wednesday. Even though it wouldn't really affect anything, I was just anxious to find out if it was really broken or not. If it wasn't broken, then I would really hate to feel what it's like to have a broken tailbone. The nurse called me back about an hour later and said it was definitely broken.

I've been able to move around okay. Walking is usually not a problem. It's just really painful to sit, and other position changes are painful as well. I've been using the baby's little boppy pillow to sit on. It's not really a constant ache anymore like it was at first. I just get really sharp pains when I move certain ways. Unfortunately, it doesn't always hurt the same way to do certain things, so it's hard to know what I should or shouldn't do. I just have to be careful anytime I sit down, bend over, squat down, step over something, etc. so basically I end up moving around like a feeble old woman.. haha

Thursdays are the days that I always get together with my sisters-in-law, and I was really ready to get out of the house. This Thursday, GC was hosted by my sil Misty who is living with my mother- and father-in-law right now, and their house is about 45 minutes from my house. I brought the boppy pillow to sit on while I drove, but still, I couldn't really find a comfortable position and was constantly shifting my weight. We made it there fine. We were having a great time hanging out with everyone, and everything was going well. Around 2:00pm, we got out blankets and pillows for the kids and tried to get them to lie down and at least have some quiet time- that didn't last long- and I remember thinking that I really could lie down with them and take a nap myself. Bella was asleep, and I was waiting for her to wake up so I could feed her before we headed home. By the time she woke up and I got her fed, I was really starting to not feel well. On top of my hurt bum, my back and neck had started to ache, and I had a headache.

I stood up, and I think everyone could tell by the look on my face because they asked if I was okay. I just really wasn't looking forward to a very uncomfortable 45 minute drive home at that moment. Alisha had already talked to me the day before and planned to take Taylor home with her after GC, and Misty was kind enough to let me take a nap in her bed while the rest of them watched Bella. I fell asleep for a little over an hour, I guess. When I woke up, I heard Bella crying. It was time for her to eat again, so I fed her, and then I was feeling well enough to head back home. I was even refreshed enough that I could stop by the store and pick up some diapers and a few other things that we needed, and then I picked up a pizza for us to eat on our way home.

I really overdid it that day- I suppose because I had been sitting up all day long which puts the most pressure on my bottom, obviously. Later that night, I was really aching all over. I was very happy to take my pain med and crawl into bed that night. Taylor spent the night with Alisha which I am very grateful for. When Alisha offered to keep her, I had no idea how much that was really going to help out since that night ended up being so rough for me. She kept her all the next day, too, so I was able to get some rest. Bella has been really low-maintenance. However, whenever Taylor is not at home, she tends to think it is her turn to take over as the difficult one. So, I wouldn't really say I was able to get anything productive done, but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe I just needed to do nothing all day.

Jared came home from work, went to pick up Taylor, went to the grocery store to get a few things for me, and picked up some dinner on the way home, so I am very grateful to him for doing all that and allowing me to continue to take it easy. So, that was my interesting weekend and week... and weeks to come for that matter. Apparently, we just can't stay away from hospitals and doctors' offices lately. Hopefully our luck will start getting better soon!

Twilight

So, if you didn't happen to see the MTV Movie Awards Sunday night, Twilight pretty much ran away with every award! and you have to see this video of Kristen Stewart accepting her award:

Oops! ‘Twilight’ Star Kristen Stewart Has An Awkward Moment At The 2009 MTV Movie Awards

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She is so awkward and awesome! haha She is definitely perfect to play Bella. I have watched this over and over again because it cracks me up!


*Some people haven't been able to pull up the videos from the links I provided. So, I played the awards show off my DVR, recorded it onto my camera, and then uploaded it here. We'll see if you have any better luck this time!*


Also, they showed a trailer for New Moon. I'm counting down the days for another Girls' Night Out!! www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYHA3qKD8rw&feature=related