Busy Sunday

To celebrate my 32 week mark tomorrow, I perhaps decided to go all out and test my limits today. It's 9:00pm and the Morrison household is still going strong. I don't think we could have packed any more into a single day.

We started out by going to church for probably the second time this year. We've been very lazy about church. Between T being sick and me being pregnant, it just hasn't been a priority and yes I have discussed this with God. He understands. But we went today, though it turned out to be a choir production, that we weren't too impressed with.

Since we go to the 9:00 service, we thought that it would be perfect to go to the park after church and before the afternoon crowd arrived. So we went home changed and headed back out. Unfortunately the playground equipment was wet and she didn't get to play on the swing or slides, but had a ball running around anyways.



She loved the waterfalls and staring up at the trees.



She played/ran so hard that when it was time to go, Adam had to carry her to the car. She was give out.



After the park, we got lunch and headed home for naps. This weekend, Taylor made her official (I hope) transition to her big girl bed. Until Friday, she really hadn't slept much in her bed. But CiCi was over and put her down for a nap in it. That night Adam on a whim decided to put her in her big girl bed. Surprisingly, she stayed and slept great. Since then every night and every nap, we put her there and she has seem to do very well. She doesn't know she can get down from her bed (or know how) so when she wakes up she just stays in her bed. This morning I found her sitting on the edge of the bed calling us.

Anyways, back to today. This afternoon, Adam managed to change the furniture around in our master bedroom while I directed. If you've seen our room... that's not an easy task. I should also mention that this weekend we basically finished up the nursery. There are still some odd and ends to do/buy but it's much more baby ready.

This evening, Adam decided to wire/re-wire satellite to our master bedroom. This required him climbing around in the attic and us pulling strings (literally). After loud yelling, string pulling, Taylor screaming (she's suppose to be sleeping but how could she with the noise), I hear a big bang! I get up and arrive in my hall to find a large chunk of our ceiling all over the floor. Yup, that's right. The drama never ends in the Morrison household. It could have been worse... Adam said he was real close to coming through the entire ceiling. Luckily it was just his leg. Damn legs! He's got some major scratches and will probably have some bruises tomorrow but atleast he has his legs. His dad is coming by tomorrow to fix it. I'd love to see how they do that. All that and still no satellite for the bedroom.

Adam reminds me that this is his new motto in life (thanks to my parents birthday card) I'm starting to think it fits.

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, 'WOW . . . What a ride!' "




This picture is after he 'patched' up the ceiling. I didn't get pics of the actual hole because I was still fuming. It wasn't until I saw the yard stick tacked up to my ceiling that I found the humor in the situation.




So with all that said, I think I'll turn in for the night. What a day!

Taylor Tidbits - 18 months

Well I haven't done this before but today Taylor is officially 18 months. I thought I would highlight some of her accomplishments, though I'm sure I'll have to add on later. How do you re-cap all the milestone alittle one makes when they surprise you daily.

Anyways... I don't have official vitals (her check up isn't until mid-April) but she's about 25 lbs and I want to say 31-32 inches.

Favorite words:
dog, baby, socks, shoes, bye bye, kitty kat, pee pee, stinky, mine, juice, eat, ice, ball, hot, empty

Her speech has improved drastically in the last month. She can say almost anything if propmted.

If prompted, she can point out on herself, a babydoll, or someone else the following:

head, hair, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, toes, feet

Favorite thing to do:
Empty and fill anything - canisters, bowls, etc
Dance and sing to music- loves hand motions and participates
Talk on phone
play on computer
Anything outside

Favorite Shows:
Wheel of Fortune
Sesame Street

Misc. Accomplishents:
Can tell you how old she is
has started singing "ABC's" though every letter is "e"
Follows commands
Basically feeds herself with spoon and fork
Loves to help around the house (sweeping, dusting, taking out trash, unload dishwasher)
Has developed a love for books

Her all time favorite person is her daddy. She is such a daddy's girl. She lights up when he comes home and cries when he leaves.


Again, it's impossible to document all the accomplishments Taylor has achieved but this is a beginning. Daily she shows us she knows and understands more and more. It's awe inspiring. I've really enjoyed being home with her these past few weeks to see her accomplishments. I look forward to her future accomplishments.

Afternoon at Nana's

Since my last two posts have been so dreadfully dramatic, I thought I would add a more positive post. The pictures below are from our afternoon at Nana's last Monday. We had such a great time and enjoyed hamburgers. It took Taylor a minute to remember who Nana and Pa Allen were (they have been gone a long time) but after she warmed up she had a ball. Her favorite was running around in the yard. I discovered that she doesn't like to get dirty (we'll have to change that). Everytime she fell down she would arch her back, hold her hands up and whine until someone came to pick her up. She refused to put her hands on the ground to help herself up. It was the funniest thing I've seen her do. Thanks Nana and Pa Allen for a great afternoon, we are so glad your home... even if it's for a little while.



Nana and Taylor


Lessons from "Pa Allen"


"Help I've fallen and can't get up"

Blind standing at Death's Door

First thought for the day: When you think things just can't get any worse... THEY CAN!

Second thought for the day: What doesn't kill us will make us stronger but at some point we're begging someone to go ahead and put us out of our misery.


I knew on January 3 that 2009 was going to be a whopping of a year. That each of us would be faced with each of our own obstacles to overcome. Adam had his burden with his leg and accident, Taylor with her sicknesses and ears, and well this week was mine.

My official start to bedrest:

Day one: babysitter sick, no one to keep Taylor and I really needed that day to recoop from overdoing it on the weekend. Started with the stomach flu that evening.

Day Two: Dying on the bathroom floor, hopital visit, full moon, baby on the way- need I say more?

Day three: Corneal scratch - wishing for the GI bug all over again.

Day Four - today... oh boy, I can't wait to see what is in store for today!


So you ask how did I manage to scratch my cornea while being sick and not having any energy to even pick up my dirty clothes. Well yesteray morning, I finally woke with no fever and thought I would clean up some of the germies around my room. Luckily I was smart enough to prioritize and I took a shower first to rid of the death smell. I barely made it through the shower and a quick clean up of my bathroom before I had to sit down. As I'm on the floor, I decided to move a TV cable wire that was in the way that I've been tripping on everytime I go to the bathroom. Well instead of the wire going where I wanted it to go, it whipped back and hit me square in the face - smack in the open eye. My reflexes must still be paralyzed from the virus.

I knew immediately I did something horrible. The pain that went shooting through my eye and head was atrocious. I didn't see stars like some people say but that could be because I was blinded by the pain but the ringing in my ear didn't stop for a long time. I started hyperventilating and almost passed out. Luckily after a few good breaths, my head cleared... but the pain did not. To make a long and painful story short... I knew I had cut my eyeball. You could see it... when I could open my eye. I was able to get in to the eye doctor that afternoon but had no way of getting there. Everyone was working or unreachable. I sat in the driveway attempting to take myself but realized before even getting out of the driveway that I couldn't see a darn thing. Luckily Nana called at that instant and came to my rescue.

She took me to the doctor where she didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. "You have a pretty big scratch on your cornea - candy cane shaped." She was able to numb my eye for the visit but the drops only lasted 15 minutes and she couldn't prescribe any to go home with me. I went home with an antibiotic gel to put in my eye and she told me that it should heal fast. The good side is it does seem to be healing fast as I am here not quite 24 hours later on the computer but yesterday afternoon and evening, I've never been in so much pain.

She advised me to keep my eye closed. But keeping it closed wasn't enough. Even the eyeball moving while closed sent excrutiating pain through my head. How do you not move your eye ball??? It does it on it's on. For the 2nd night I was unable to see Taylor. Adam put her in bed with me but trying to look out my 'good' eye was so painful for the other that I just ended up in tears and begged them to leave. I went to bed with some Tylenol pm and slept suprisingly well. This morning it seems to be doing much better. In fact, with each hour it feels better and better, I think. Light still stings my eye pretty bad. I'll never make fun of people wearing glasses indoors again... they may be recovering from a cornea scratch. I go back to the doctor tomorrow for them to recheck.

So that's the crazy story. I wonder what is next for the week... because it's only Thursday. Today is Adam's birthday so hopefully nothing will go wrong. He has been such a trooper this week and taken up all the slack. He deserves a great birthday!

Dying at Death's Door

That's my phrase for the week if you've seen my facebook. I also thought it would make a catching blog title... especially after being faced with death.

I started with the famous stomach bug late Monday night and have never been sicker in my life. It is amazing how quickly your life can do a 180 so quickly. Monday I felt fine. Adam and I visited Nana and Allen and had dinner with them. We got home and Taylor in bed and I thouht I'd go to bed early. I laid in bed for an hour and couldn't sleep so decided to get up. About an hour later I started throwing up everything on my stomach. I can assure you I didn't stop until my stomach was empty. That was just the beginning. For the next 7 hours, I was running to the bathroom every 30 minutes - like clockwork. If vomiting wasn't bad enough, after about 2 hours of that, I had it out the other end as well. I was sooo thirsty but every sip of fluid that I took just sent me to the toilet. And it gets worse.... at around 2:00 (in the morning) during one of my wretch fests and such, I noticed that I was spotting. Shortly after that I began cramping pretty badly. I couldn't get in touch with my OB doctor so finally called my home nurse company. Of course they wanted me to come into the hospital.

So at 3:00 in the morning, we are waking family up to come watch Taylor. I'm freaking out because with every bathroom visit I'm bleeding more and more. Not to mention, I wasn't sure how I was going to get to the hospital anyways. A yuck bucket is only good one way. And it was a full-moon, my doctor is on-call, and I was wearing the same shirt I wore when I delivered Taylor - not that I'm supersticious or anything.

Even though I kept telling people I thought I was going to die and even smelled like death by the time we left. That hopsital trip was the shortest ever. They gave me fluids (though I think I needed more), gave me medicine to stop the contractions, told me the bleeding is from the wretching and sent me home. I think we were there 2.5 hours. I was home and in bed by 6:30 and can honestly say this is the first time I've been out of my room since then. Yesterday I stayed in bed all day. The GI symptoms subsided but I still ran a fever and was very weak yesterday. THis morning I am feeling much better and as of now...no fever.

A big thanks to mom and dad who came out in the wee morning hours to stay with Taylor. And a HUGE thanks to my hubby who has played stay at home dad/hubby since Monday. He did such a wonderful job taking care of me - and making sure I get better. He also managed the house and has been a single father for the last day or so. He did a great job. Now I can't wait to see Taylor!

My turn for a list

Well since lists have become so popular on blogs I thought I would go ahead and do mine. Plus I have so much to update on that it seemed a list might be the easiest way to go. Where to start... it's been a busy month.

1. Taylor got her tubes placed on Feb 11th. We were really anxious about the procedure but she needed them so badly. Everything went well. She looked so cute in her little hospital gown and she didn't even cry when she went away with the nurse. Like we had been warned, coming off the anesthesia was the worst part but by that afternoon she was good as new. Check out our pics below




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She has done real well since her procedure. We've noticed a huge difference in her speech. She talks so much more and more clearly. We actually know what she is saying now.

2. Baby #2 is doing well. I had another ultrasound done mid-Feb and she weighed in at 2.5lbs which is the 62% percentile. So she's already bigger than Taylor was at this point. It must be all the sweets... I should cut back. After many long conversations and soul searching, Adam and I have FINALLY agreed/decided on her name. There's a long story about her name and alot was considered but we are both comfortable in saying that she will be Kendall Sevage Morrison. Sevage for those of you who don't know, is Adam's middle name that he wanted to pass on. We had thought this baby would be a boy and that Sevage would fit just fine. But with her being a girl, we decided to still give her middle name Sevage. We are making progress on her room. We had some hold up with the carpet, but I think that is resolved. The room is now painted and we are getting ready to place border. It looks really good but it alot of purple. We are now looking for green and pink decorations. I'll have to take pictures of it to put on here.

3. Adam is still loving his job at BCBS. We are proud to announce that he received his first promotion this month. We are very grateful especially since it came earlier than we were expected. Job well done, hubby.

4. I am doing well however, at my doctor visit on Friday, he pulled me out of work. Baby and I are okay - no dilation, etc. However, I was contracting too much for comfort, especially at work. The contractions I have this pregnancy are much more uncomfortable and painful and persistant. However, as long as I take it easy, they stay to a minimum. I already take medicine tabs to help control them and so hopefully modified bedrest will allow us to stay on this treatment track. The next step would be a pump but the doctor says he didn't think I was ready for that. I agree.

I also passed my diabetic test. YEAA!!! If you remember, with Taylor I failed the one at the doctor's office and was unable to complete the 3 hour test at the hospital due to being so sick. So they presumed I had gestational diabetes. I was so relieved to pass that test.

Well I think that is an update on everyone in the family. I know I've missed out some things but my Sonic milkshake and fries are here. Gotta go!