13 May 2012

Book of March

Man, my free time is diminishing by the second. I always want to blog, but then it just never happens. Now, I'm playing catch-up. In March, I read "The Power of Six" which is the sequel to "I am Number Four."

It did not disappoint me. It was a really good book, just like the first one. I think one of my favorite things about the books is that they are quick, easy reads and they are good. "The Power of Six" deepens the plot in the book series and introduces the reader to several more of the Garde (main characters from the planet of Lorien). Sam Goode is still my favorite character and he remains part of the main story line. He is such an ackward guy and he says the funniest things. I was sad that he never found his dad in this book, but I am pretty sure that we may see that reunion, or at least some closure, in the next book. HUGE cliffhanger... By the end of the book, there were so many new characters and it was moving so fast that it was really hard to keep up with everything. I am excited for "The Rise of Nine" which is set to come out in August. Besides all out war, I have no idea what to expect. I'm excited to read it.

I was talking to some coworkers about the series and came across some interesting information about the author, who is listed under a pseudonym, Pittacus Lore. Apparently it is a collaboration between James Frey and Jobie Hughes. James Frey is an award winning and well-known author. He is also closely connected with controversy. A previous project that he had authored became extremely popular when Oprah picked it for her book club. It was a memoir, focusing on his (James') stuggle with drugs and other various problems. After it won many awards, it was found and proven that he had embellished many of the events of his memoir. He changed them so much that one can hardly say that it was even true anymore. He was dropped from his publisher, Oprah hated on him, readers were ticked off, lawsuits came out.

Now, fast forward a few years... More controversy. It is said that James Frey preys on college students and exploits them for their talents. Enter Jobie Hughes, who was a student at some school. Approached by James Frey with an idea, Jobie Hughes signs a deal with Frey to write the book for a very small fee, something like $250.00. He is then entitled to a defined percentage of all the proceeds from the book, movies, etc... The catch is that he has no rights to the book, he cannot tell anyone he wrote the book (unless he is given permission by Frey's self-owned publishing company). A breech of contract would result in astronomical fines. According to reports, Hughes became less than pleased with the contract (probably after he realized how successfull the book is/would be) and filed a lawsuit. It was settled outside of court, with no published documents. After the second book, "The Power of Six," was finished, Hughes walked away from the project and he will not participate in the final 4 books. I read in another report that he actually walked away halfway through the second book. Either way, it will make this next book very interesting.

I'm not sure how I feel about Frey's behavior and his morals, but I think it is interesting to know the history of the author. I also think it will be interesting to see how the third book differs from the other books and how it changes the direction of the unfinished series.

Next book..... "The Infinite Atonement"

25 March 2012

Photo shoot

Kate

Sam

Sam and Kate

Kate

Sam, meet Kate

Because of RSV/Flu season, kids were not allowed in the hospital when we had Kate. However, they do allow siblings to come visit their new siblings for 1 hour, 1 time. And they make it a birthday party. Happy Birthday Kate.

When Sam first walked into the hospital room he wanted nothing to do with his mom or his new sister. I think he was scared of all the wires and weird things and big bed. It took him a while to warm up to the idea of being there. Once we gave him his cake and ice cream he was good to go. We got him to give Kate a few kisses but he still didn't really like her that much.

Sam giving Kate a kiss

Sam eating his birthday cake

Playing Peek-a-boo behind the curtain

Doing the worm on the floor

Sam, the big brother

Sorenson family picture. St Patricks Day. March 17, 2012

Sam is warming up a little bit to Kate. He says "baby" a lot and he is ever curious to where she is and what she is doing. He will pat her head every once in a while and he also throws things at her. He gets upset when we are holding her and not him. He will get used to it and he will love his baby sister. We love them both!

Kate

Introducing

Katelyn "Kate" Elizabeth Sorenson

Born: March 16, 2012
Time: 8:59pm
Weight: 7lbs 2 oz
Height: 19.5 inches


Male pattern baldness

Lots of dark hair in the back

She has been healthy since she was born. She is a really good eater and a really good sleeper so far.
Kate was released from the hospital on Sunday morning before her mom was even discharged.

Trisha freezing cold, white as a ghost and fatigued.

Because of the blood loss and subsequent transfusion, Trisha stayed in the hospital until late Sunday. We didn't even think we were going to be able to go home on Sunday, so we were not prepared to get discharged. When they decided to discharge us, we ended up having to borrow a carseat from the hospital. Note to everyone out there: Make sure you bring the carseat with you, just in case.

Poor little Kate in this weird carseat. I have never seen anything like it in my life. At least she got home safely.

Birthing a baby

From my point of view:
Here is my timeline, with my own observations/comments/thoughts added in.

March 15-

9:30pm Gallop down the street. Laugh really hard. Trisha has a few contractions.
10:30pm Lavendar bath.
11:30pm I tell Trisha goodnight and tell her to wake me if anything happens.

March 16-

5:00am Trisha starts having contractions and I am dead asleep.

6:30am Wake up. Sam loves to wake up early these days. Trisha is having pretty consistent contractions. I get really excited.
We slowly get ready for the day, debating when to call the MD or go into the hospital. We decide to go grocery shopping and then maybe go in. We get home from the grocery store and I feel the need to make sure everything in the house is cleaned up. We leave Sam with his Nana Cheney.

12:00pm After having consistent contractions every 7 minutes, we arrive at the hospital.
We sit at the hospital for hours on end. Nothing seems to be happening and we get the vibe that we might be sent home. The contraction monitor is not showing any contractions, although Trisha swears she is having them. Trisha gets frustrated. Nurse is dumb. We have to wait for the doctor to get out of his clinic hours and come visit with us. Contractions slow down a little bit in frequency but seem to still be strong, maybe getting more powerful. Lots and lots of HGTV, driving me insane.

Trisha all hooked up

Stupid machine that wouldn't register any contractions. Not even when Trisha was pushing would the contractions register. Way lame.

5:00pm Doctor finally makes it to our room to check things out. He has to step out for a while to deliver another baby. Comes back into the room to check Trisha and thinks she is dilated to 4cm.

6:30pm Doctor tells us that it is gonna happen.

7:00pm IV fluids are pushed, Pitocin is started.

7:30pm Epidural is given. Doctor comes back in to check on Trisha, she is definitely dialated to 4cm and 100% effaced.

8:15pm Epidural is not working properly. Contractions are getting extremely uncomfortable. Trisha asks the nurse to get the anesthesiologist to up the dose of epidural. Nurse comes back and says that the anesthesiologist cannot up the dose yet.

8:20pm Trisha is not very happy that the epidural is not working. She says, "I can't do this! I wanted an epidural!!" She tells the nurse that she feels the need/desire to push. Nurse checks her and she is at 9cm.

8:25pm The pushing begins. I knew that Trisha would be a good pusher, but I think the nurse, myself and Trisha were all surprised how well it turned out. A few cuss words. Screams. Powerful pushing. At some point the doctor asks, "Do you want me to do an episiotomy? It will be a harder recovery and hurt more, but it will help move things along faster." Trisha replies, "How fast?" Doctor then says, "A few more pushes and you'll be done." Trisha exclaims, "Do it. I want it." Toward the end of the experience, Trisha seems a little bit wired/high/out of it, probably because of the pain. Nurse was excellent at coaching Trisha through the process.

8:59pm Several pushes later and we have a healthy baby girl! Trisha says, "Halle-freakin-lujah!!" We are so happy to have her here.

Baby is perfect, with a crooked nose. Lots of dark hair, darker skin.

Trisha holding the baby right after she was born

Also, the placenta would not deliver very easily. The doctor waited 30 minutes after the birth for the placenta to come out and it wouldn't. He tried to pull it out with all of his weight, but it wouldn't detach. It was crazy. He had to go in and seperate it and then pull it out. Trisha lost a lot of blood during the process of labor, about 4 quarts. That caused a lot of grief over the next few days and ended in a blood transfusion. She was in pretty bad shape. But after the transfusion, she felt so much better. Other than that, it was better than either Trisha or I ever expected. It went so fast! Both mom and baby are healthy and happy now.

Inducing labor

It came time to have a baby and we really wanted to help it along. I had the weekend off and I needed the baby to come over the weekend. So, Thursday night after work, Trisha and I went out for a nice gallop down the street. We walked to the furthest back cul-de-sac so that no one would see us and then we galloped. Mostly Trisha galloped along the curb, while I coached her along. It was hilarious!

This is a video of Trisha galloping a few nights before


More importantly, it worked. 30 Minutes of Galloping and we had a baby the next day. Happy Galloping!

Sam Man in the Emergency Van

A few weekends ago, our family was supposed to go to Salt Lake for a wedding reception and birthday party. Trisha had been to the doctor a few days before and he told her that she was not cleared to take the trip, so Sam and I ventured off on our own. Sam had a little cough as we started the trip, but nothing more. We got to SLC without incidence and played with Grandma and Papa. Friday night was the reception for Trisha's cousin, Katy. Sam and I went and stood in the hour long line of people. By the time we got to the greeting line, it was past Sam's bedtime and he was just plain grouchy. I tried my best to make him say "Hi" to everyone, which he generally loves to do, but he wouldn't have any part of it. He just turned his head and cried at me. We got to Bob (Trisha's uncle) and Sam reached his hands out for Bob to hold him. It was really cute. I didn't catch the picture in time, but Sam really did like his uncle Bob. The reception was beautiful, and I am glad Sam and I were able to go and represent.


After the reception we went to Texas Roadhouse with my mom and dad. Sam wouldn't eat anything and he was just tired. I knew he didn't feel well, when I picked him up and he fell asleep in my arms, that just doesn't happen anymore. We got home, gave him a breathing treatment and put him to bed. He nor I slept well that night. He kept coughing and turning and waking up and crying.

Sam at playland

Saturday, we went to McDonald's with all of Sam's cousins and played. We spent most of the day with family. Saturday night was the birthday party. Sam was getting more and more cranky by the second. Probably because of exhaustion and being sick. He wouldn't eat anything, not even cake and ice cream. He just wanted me to hold him the whole time. We had to leave because he was so cranky. We went back to my moms house and I fed him some real food, which he later threw up all over my mom and dads couch. Then I went to give him a bath because he had thrown up. I got really scared because when I took his pants off his legs were a blue/gray color, the color of dead people. It freaked me out. I thought maybe he wasn't getting enough oxygen to his legs. However, his arms and other parts of his body were colored normal, so I didn't know what to think. I called my mom into the bathroom and she looked and got scared as well. Then we called my dad in and he took one look at him and said, "It's probably from his pants." He was right. He had been wearing brand new blue jeans that had dyed his legs. What a relief that was. He seemed to feel a little better so I put him to bed. He then woke up every 2 minutes coughing and crying. I decided it wasn't worth trying to put him to bed on his own, so he came up and layed on the couch by me. He was having a really hard time breathing. I gave him a breathing treatment but the didn't seem to help at all, just made him more upset cause he hates that stupid machine. His chest just kept working harder and harder to breath and his heart was racing and he was so miserable. I was gonna wait it out until morning, but finally decided to take him into the ER. Just before I decided to take him to the ER, I get a text from Trisha that says, "hey, keep your phone on. I'm having some contractions. I'll call you if they continue." Oh great; a night at the ER and a laboring wife 3 hours away, not what I wanted...

Sam sick on the couch

We (Sam, my mom and I) got there at midnight. They got him right in and started doing things immediately. His heart rate was definitely elevated and his oxygen was a little bit low. Mostly his chest was so tight. They gave him a steroid and started a series of breathing treatments immediately. About 15 minutes after they gave him the steroid, he fell asleep and stayed asleep for most of the time we were at the ER. We ended up being there for 5 emotional and exhausting hours. Each hour, they would give him a breathing treatment of sorts then wait a while then the doctor would come in and check out his lungs. The doctor was never satisfied with his lungs and his oxygen kept dropping to 85. Luckily, our good friend, Esther, who works as a social worker at IMC, walked by our door about 3:00am. She kept us company, got us drinks, made us feel good and told us all the good stories about her crazy night in the ER with several level 1 traumas and a few deaths. Poor Sam was still just miserable while we sat in there. The diagnosis: Bronchiolitis, possibly viral pneumonia, but they didn't care to examine that further. About 5:00am the doctor decided it would be best to transfer him to Primary Children's by ambulance. I hesitated, but it's hard to go against what the doctor says. So, a 15 minute ambulance ride up to Primary Children's it was.

When we got to Primary Children's, they did an initial assessment, and acted like they didn't know why we had been transferred there. By this time Sam was acting more like himself and all his stats were showing it (of course). We just sat at Primary Children's for about an hour and a half and they monitored him before they finally discharged us and sent us on our way at 7:30am. We went home and got a short 3 hour nap. Sam was acting so much better at this point, but still had a lot of congestion. The doctor at the ER told us to come back to Primary Children's later on Sunday and go to the respiratory "Suction Shack." So, I took him there and the respiratory therapist analyzed him and confirmed that he still had a lot of congestion, but he didn't really need a suction. He said that because he was acting so great it seemed like he would be fine on his own, just watching him closely. So, after a long weekend, and a really long night at the ER I drove home to Vernal in a zombie state.

Sam in the ER, you can't see all the wires he's hooked up to. We had to hide those under the blanket so he would stop getting irritated with them.

Luckily Trisha didn't go into labor that night, and we kept the ER visit a secret from her until morning when we knew everything was okay so she wouldn't go into labor. Sam got progressively better on his own after that so we didn't have to do anything else. We are lucky since he has already had RSV and pneumonia and bronchitis that it wasn't more than it was and that he didn't need to be hospitalized.

All is well that ends well. Let's hope we don't have to do that again!