A Tribute

I would like to take this opportunity to pay tribute to a good friend of mine who is no longer with us. Shawn Offen. Otherwise known as Shawnzie (much like Fonzie). Shawn was and is a great person. Despite his trials and difficulties I always saw a happy and optimistic person. He made me laugh and taught me alot. I love and appreciate him so much and am grateful for the impact he had on my life. Although he is no longer in his mortal tabernacle I know he is doing great works. Thank you for touching my heart and my life. I will miss you and look forward to seeing you again.

I am Grateful

I am so grateful for all that I have. I appreciate opportunities to be humbled and reminded of just how fortunate I am. No matter how hard it gets it doesn't have to get you down. My mother in law sent me this video and I'd like to share it with you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MslbhDZoniY Watch it and be reminded of how blessed you are.

Life With Two

So I have not blogged recently not necessarily because I have two children now but because I have two children now. And the fact that I haven't even finished writing about everything in my journal yet so I haven't felt like I could blog. But here is a quick update. My dad stayed with us the week we got home when Brock went back to work. So I thought I'd take advantage of an extra pair of hands and got some more projects done. (There is always something to be done). Which Brock said to me today it is good that I am staying busy or else post par tum might kick in. I think this is in reference to yesterday where I didn't do much of anything and was moody. Then it was Christmas. Thank goodness I got all the gifts made and wrapped before the baby came. My dad went home on the 20th and moved back in on the 21st since he had no power, heat, or water (one of his pipes burst in 3 spots). So blessing in disguise for me because I don't think I was quite ready to be on my own. He went home the day after Christmas to fix his pipes and all is well. I did surprisingly well all by myself. I think I got all my emotional stuff out at the hospital. I have been really patient and calm with the girls (knock on wood). We'll see if this keeps up. I attribute it to not being pregnant and sore. I can deal with more when I can actually move with out it hurting. But still it seems bizarre to me. The entire delivery on has seemed bizarre. I am NOT complaining at all. In fact I feel very blessed. I hope all my deliveries and after follow suite of this one. Here is another bizarre point that again I am not complaining about. When we took Meghan in for her newborn check up (she was 6 days old) I decided to weigh myself. I had only gained 10 pounds this pregnancy and was curious to see if I had lost it all yet. Imagine my surprise when the scale said I had lost 22 pounds. I got back on and double checked and it was accurate. But still I was skeptical. After all, it was a scale in a pediatricians office. Granted it did say up to 350 lbs. on it. But I triple checked with a digital scale when I picked Emily up from Anna's. So hey don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'll take an extra 12 lbs off any day. So now I'm starved of course and scared to eat. I don't want to lose the momentum. But I am eating and just making wise choices. If I can lose 1 pound a week from now until my birthday I will weigh what it says on my drivers licence. :-)
Emily is taking to Meghan really well. She is a big helper. Perhaps too big. (see quote of the week). I think she might choke her to death with the pacifier. And if I don't get a shower before Brock leaves for work, it's either nap time or after dinner. I am too scared to leave them alone together even if she is in the bassinet or crib. Emily is very agile and can climb into anything if she really wants to. But we are all doing well. It especially feels good that my wonderful husband walks around the house smiling and commenting on how he has the perfect little family. And that he says "we really do make the most beautiful babies." He is so great. Well ladies, Brock and Emily are at church, Meghan is sleeping, that means shower for mom. TTFN.

New Baby Fruth

Welcome to

Meghan Kruse Fruth

was born on December 9, 2008 at 9:23am.
She weighed 8lbs, 10.5 oz.

She has Brock's feet and nose, Emily's mouth, and Becca's toes!

This is Anna guest-blogging and since I got to be there, Becca said I could spread the news! Becca went in on Monday night around 11pm. She was getting checked out for a little bulge on her belly (uh...I guess no one mentioned that a bulging belly comes with the pregnancy:) and she hadn't felt the baby move much. She was 6-7cm and was admitted. She called me at 3am and said she was an 8 so I headed over. At this time, Becca had not had ANY contractions at all. No pain...at an 8!!! I couldn't believe it! The nurse broke her water at 5am and around 6 am she had a few contractions. Things got harder around 7am and she was having regular contractions...finally! Towards 9am, she started feeling "pushy" and really pushed from about 9 o'clock on. She was a trooper! NO DRUGS! Even though she was at an 8 for about 6 hours. The nursing student that was there throughout the birth said, "You are my hero!" and I know that I was thinking the same thing! Congratulations, Fruths!!!!


PS. I edited this entry because I spelled Meghan's name wrong earlier, it is now correct. Sorry, I am claiming lack of sleep:)

11 Days

So I have 11 days left until my official due date. I had an appointment on Thursday and I was dilated to 3 cm. and she said she could stretch me to 3 1/2 cm. And I am 70% effaced. She keeps saying that I will go early which is what she told my friends Abbey and Anna. (They didn't go early). So in my brain I am not buying in to the false sense of hope. I figure with my luck I will either go today because she is on call at the Main hospital and I am delivering at the North hospital. Or I will go on the 20th because that is when she starts vacation. But We're hanging in there and just waiting to see what happens.

Trains?

So I think I figured out why Emily is waking up in the middle of the night. She seems to be scared of trains. Every now and then you can hear one from our apartment. But she wakes up saying she is scared of the trains. Tonight I went in to see what the problem was and she thought there were trains in her window and she said it hurt her ears and made her cry. I don't know where it comes from because when she plays or when we drive in the car she makes sounds like trains and is not bothered at all. At least we know why and now have something to work on. Question for all you professional mothers....Do you think going to the train station would help or would it make the fear worse? I'd love your input.

Restless Nights

I am sure you thought that this would be about me and the fact that I get up to pee a bazillion times a night making my nights restless. But I need some advice. The past month Emily has not been sleeping well like she used to. I think it all stemmed from when she was sick and coughed and coughed and coughed and we had to give her medicine so she could sleep. However that has been over a month ago. Last night she woke up crying at 11:30, 3:30 and then was up for the day by 6:30. By 9 in the morning she is yawning. But will not take a nap until the afternoon. And just now (11:10) made some crying noise. I don't know what to do. I did let her cry it out last night and either it didn't last too long or I was so tired I fell back asleep and she eventually did too. Is this just my child or is it normal for 2 year olds. Do I have hope of fixing it before the baby comes or should I just forget it and deal with it all at the same time? What do you have for me?