Parking It

Last week my mom decided she wanted to get all the grandkids together and take them to the park. Uriah loves the park. He loves to swing the most. I think he could just sit in a swing and be pushed all day. If we took him out of the swing he would want back in it in less than 5 minutes.

I got tired of pushing him in the swing and decided to see how he would do on the slide. At first he wanted help up the stairs but after he went down the slide the first time he wanted to go up the stairs by himself every time. When he would get to the top, he didn't understand that he had to sit down in order to go down the slide. He always tried going down standing up, so we had to make sure we helped him sit on his bum before he went down.
I love taking Uriah to the park, but being 6 months pregnant and chasing around a 15 month-old toddler can really wear me out! I should take him more often so that my body can get used to some activity and in so doing hopefully not wear out as fast!

Pre and Post Op

Uriah had surgery on September 2 to lift his right eyelid up. It was hanging low enough to be blocking his vision and if we hadn't done something about it he could have lost vision in his right eye. We had to be at Salt Lake Regional at 6 in the morning. They didn't take Uriah back to have surgery until about 7:15 and we had to try and keep him happy until then. We couldn't let him eat anything before surgery so there were some moments where he just wasn't very happy, but all in all he was a good baby. He loved waving at the people who were working that morning and everyone just thought he was so cute. They pulled out a little red wagon for Uriah to ride around in. He liked that a lot.

Why aren't you feeding me???

Uriah loves to push anything and everything that will move, especially if it has wheels. He finally decided that it would be much more fun to push the wagon than to ride in it.

They gave Uriah infant tylenol mixed with a kind of sedative that would make him a little loopy so that he wouldn't cry when they took him back to surgery, away from mommy and daddy. Sitting in that waiting room was so hard, even though I knew things would be okay. The surgeon came out and told us that everything went better than they had expected and that Uriah's eyelid came up a lot better than most do. The nurses woke him up before we could get back there to him and when we walked back into recovery we could hear him crying. When we got to him he was screaming and crying. I couldn't bear it. Daddy had to hold him and rock him to sleep because I was crying so hard. It broke my heart to see that Uriah couldn't close his eye, that he was all swollen and that his tears were coming out red from the surgery. I know he was just scared and couldn't understand what was going on, but the fact that he hadn't eaten or gotten much sleep probably didn't make him feel better either. Finally we got the nurses to give him some motrin and daddy rocked him to sleep. When we got him back to where we were staying he was alert and awake for about an hour, but the rest of the day he was completely out of it.

This is the best his eye looked before the swelling started to really come in.

Uriah is sleeping in this picture. He can't close his eye all the way because the muscles they sewed together are still pretty tight. Eventually he will be able to teach himself how to shut his eye again, but for now we have to make sure it stays nice and moist and does't dry out.
This was Uriah sleeping on the ride back home. The poor little guy was just so exhausted and slept almost until we got home. As soon as we got him home he started acting like himself again. He didn't even act like his eye bothered him that much. I really think it has made a difference in how well he can see too. It has been a week since the surgery and Uriah looks great. The swelling has almost gone all the way down. He still looks a little black and blue but that is getting better every day. I am so thankful for the doctor who recommended the treatment and for the surgeons and for everyone at the hospital. They really knew what they were doing and they were so gentle and good to Uriah and to us. This surgery has been a good experience for all of us.

Getting Closer

Uriah's surgery is next week, and while it it supposed to be very routine and easy, it doesn't make it any easier for me to think about it. What really worries me is that they have to put him under for it, and the idea that something could happen to him keeps popping into my head. My mom always told me that I would never understand what it is like to worry until I have my own children, and until now I never believed her or understood what she meant. I worry so much about my one child, I don't know how she stayed sane with four kids. I know that Uriah's surgery is necessary and that if we don't get it taken care of then it could permanently damage his eye. His daddy and grandpa are going to give him a blessing this weekend and I should probably ask for a comfort blessing for myself, since I'll probably be a wreck the whole time Uriah is in surgery. :p
On a happier note, my sister-in-law is going through the temple this weekend in preparation for her wedding in a few weeks. I'm glad she has finally found the right guy. She did a lot of dating and needless to say some of the guys were definitely not worth it. But she is very happy now, so that's good. She is also having her bridal shower this weekend. It is crazy to think that when I married my husband she wasn't even barely old enough to start dating, and now here she is getting married! I have found it very interesting to watch my husband's family grow up. I was the youngest in my family and never got the chance to watch anyone but myself grow up, so watching his sisters has been a lot of fun.
Well, that's about all I've got to say for now. Here is a recent picture of Uriah.

First Pictures of Our Little Girl

Officially

Ok everyone, here it is. We have had our ultrasound and gotten our official due date. The ultrasound showed a perfectly healthy baby girl, and she is going to be due...yes...on Christmas Eve. So, my hopes of a better due date were shot, but that's alright. The ultrasound was the coolest thing ever because we actually watched her move her mouth open and shut like she was eating, and we saw her stick her fingers in her mouth. My aunt was doing the ultrasound and she said that it was rare to actually see the baby's fingers go in their mouth during an ultrasound. It was really a very neat experience. I was secretly hoping for another little boy but all of my gut feelings had been telling me that it was going to be a girl whether I wanted to admit it or not. I'm just glad I can call my baby "she" instead of "it" :) Now I've just got to find a whole bunch of girl clothes cuz all I have right now are boy clothes. We do have a name picked out but we are not telling ANYONE, no matter how special you think you are *wink wink* It will be hard to keep it a secret but we want something about this pregnancy to be a surprise. I had initially wanted the gender of the baby to be a surprise but my hubby shot that idea down very quickly. He wasn't too excited about the idea. So we decided to keep the name a secret. That seemed fair enough to me. Now all I have to do is tell my new bosses that I am pregnant. I really don't know how I'm going to get that done. I'm pretty nervous about it, but I know once I do it will be a big weight off my shoulders. Well, that's all for now. We got home late last night so I will post the ultrasound pictures later.