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Friday, January 4, 2013

Tanner Health Makeover

2012 was a big year.  We bought a house (yay!), Will turned one (cutest baby in the world), I got cancer (what a downer), I was cured or went into remission or became cancer-less... (whichever it is), we tackled a lot of home projects (some manageable, some abandoned, all awesome), and we're really happy.

However with all the health crap we went through last year, (mostly my stupid migraines and cancer), we decided it was time for a change.  A big change.  We realized that if we want our bodies to behave for us, (ya know, not puke, or grow tumors, or cause massive amounts of pain at regular intervals...), then we need to take care of our bodies a lot better.

So we developed a three-prong plan (a little history major trivia for you in that sentence...).

One: Eat to provide our bodies with nutrients instead of eating to stave off hunger or boredom.

First, we made a list of things we wanted to eliminate (or significantly reduce):
     Refined sugar
     White flour
     White rice
     Preservatives
     Pesticides

And things we wanted to eat a lot more of:
     Fresh juice
     Green smoothies
     Whole foods
     Whole grains
     Fruits & Vegetables
     Organic food (when financially feasible)

Basically we want to live on a diet that is full of nutrient-rich food.  Sugar, flour, and rice fill your stomach and taste good, but what nutrients do they provide our bodies?

So we cleaned out our pantry.  Anything that didn't fit the bill was either donated, given to a neighbor, or went into food storage (because who's going to complain about the health content of Cheez-its during the zombie apocalypse?!)

Pantry before:

During the clean out:


An excited Grant:


And everything that was left.  Pretty pitiful.  Among items that went to the basement: Goldfish, Cheez-its, Pasta, Krusteaz, Crystal Light, Granola Bars, Cereal, and any canned foods that contained unrecognizable ingredients.


The only cans that made the cut.  Some of them had sugar or salt added, but if we hadn't kept those, I think we would have only kept 2 cans... (no, not toucans... although that would be an interesting pantry item.)


We then spent a long day at Ikea and Sprouts purchasing good food and containers to store it in.  Little Willister was quite the trooper even though he was clearly not excited about either trip.

In the end, our pantry looked like this (excusing the bad flash because it was taken at night).  In the glass canisters on the left are all of our whole grains and legumes: oats, quinoa, millet, lentils, beans, brown rice.  To the right of that are the nuts: walnuts, almonds and pecans.  And past that, hidden from this picture are the cereals: Kashi Go-Lean Crunch (fairly high in sugar, but great in whole grains, protein, and fiber, and high on the Will-rated food list), some muesli from Ikea, and Life (not whole grains, but we kept it for Will).  Then below we have baking & cooking ingredients, some vegetables, and also out of the picture, the snack bin: bread, crackers, herbal tea, etc.


Then last night we made a giant Costco run.  They have lots of organic stuff at good prices.  We came home with some organic stuff: canned tomatoes, kale, applesauce, apples, carrots, bread, spinach, coconut oil, pasta, and strawberry jam; as well as foods that weren't organic, but contained ingredients that fit the bill: broccoli, EVOO, crackers, cereal, almonds, oranges, and pesto.  


We also inherited a juicer from Grant's mom, deemed "The Mothership."  We have been making green juices (with celery, spinach, carrots, etc.), as well as fruit juices (with apples, oranges, lemons, etc.)  Super tasty.

Figuring out recipes that don't include white flour, rice, or sugar has been a challenge, but we're getting the hang of it.


Two: Find natural ways to prevent migraines and utilize them to prevent relying on prescription or over-the-counter medication (aka chemicals).

We did some research and decided to purchase Super B-Complex (Riboflavin, or B-2, is known to prevent migraines), Magnesium, and Coenzyme Q10.  We also purchased some kid vitamins for Will. We were frustrated that we couldn't find gummy vitamins for kids that weren't all sugar, but made the compromise anyway. Grant already has multivitamins that he takes.


And then three: Exercise regularly so that we feel good about how we feel, and feel good about how we look.

We purchased some workout flooring from Walmart, cleaned out half of our unfinished basement, and set up a workout zone.  Will has a toy corner, but prefers to find tools on the other side of the basement, which is currently Grant's work bench.



We've been doing some of the workout DVD's we've accumulated over the years.  We're partial to Jackie Warner and Jari Love.  While we live really close to one of the town rec centers, it's impossible for us both to go at the same time because of Will.  They do have a kid-care facility, it's only open certains ours and costs $4 an hour which would add up quick.  So for now, we can either trade-off to go to the rec center or just work out at home.  Working out at home has been easier so far.  


There are also other little parts of the plan: get plenty of sleep, be consistently growing spiritually, etc. but the main bulk of it fits in the three points above.

We also haven't figured out a schedule yet: How often to juice, (because the mothership is a beast to clean),  how often to work-out and when (because if desire determines consistency... then we're probably screwed), how to manage food preparation, etc.  But four days in and I haven't taken any pain medication.  That's certainly not indicative of a miracle cure, but I feel good and I feel good about feeling good! (Get that?!)

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Looking Back. Looking Ahead.

Looking back. We had an amazing Christmas.  We spent a few days in Winter Park (got to go skiing!) Robbie got married (yay!) and then we spent Christmas at the Tanners, playing games, watching Tanner classic movies, and eating chocolate (of course).

Looking ahead. We are excited for a new year.  Hopefully, a year without cancer and migraines (fingers crossed).  Today we started the first day of a year-long "Tanner Health Makeover."  This is serious business.  Pictures will be coming to detail the seriousness.  It's serious.

Bring on 2013.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

It's tough to be an (almost) toddler

Today Will...


  • Fell down the front porch and hit his head on the concrete
  • Slipped and hit his forehead on the corner of the garden bed
  • Got his leg trapped under the garage door
  • Fell backwards from standing in the tub and hit his head

Yes, that was all today.  Yes, he basically landed on the front, side, and back of his head on three different falls.  And yes, somehow we all made it through.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Home and Healing

I've been home from the hospital for a week.  There have certainly been some miserable moments, but overall, I'm doing really well.  I came home super bloated, with lots of rashes from tape and from being in bed for 5 days, and in a fair amount of pain.  I stayed off the narcotics because they make me feel sick more than they relieve pain.

For the first week or so after surgery, my eyes had a really hard time focusing.  My last post took a long time to type on the ipad.  But Grant has been so sweet, and has read to me so that I could relax and forget about feeling icky.  We have been reading Heaven Is Here by Stephanie Nielson, author of Nieniedialogues.com, and it has been the perfect book to read during recovery.  Stephanie was in a horrible plane crash in 2008 and was burned on 80% of her body.  She talks about her miraculous recovery and the power of faith, love, and family in helping her heal.

Her strength, perspective, and attitude is so encouraging.  Every breath is a blessing, and every day is an opportunity, regardless of who we are and whatever battle we are fighting.  The Lord knows me and my struggles.  He understands every feeling I am having even though I can't seem to sort through them myself.

Baby Will's face has never been cuter, his skin has never been softer, and his little giggles have never made me happier.  And I will never be so glad to have a healthy, working body, as when I get to pick him up in just five more weeks (five?! oh man...).

I am grateful that every day has been a little bit better than the last.  Today, I finally felt like I had a really good day. (Probably the reason I am now blogging again).  I drove my own car (yay-first time!) to my first follow up appointment with Dr. Bell.  He is very pleased about how I am healing and feeling.  We talked about the diagnoses and about recovery times (6 weeks to carry more than 10-15lbs., 3 months to run/do sit-ups etc.).  And he congratulated me on being cancer free.  "You cured yourself.  You found it."

It feels good.  And I'm looking forward to some even better cancer-free days ahead.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Prep Day

Today is prep day.  My mom & I ran 4 miles this morning, (a distance PR for yours truly), took G's car to get the oil changed, I'm getting a haircut, picking my dad up at the airport, and we've got lots of cleaning and picking up to do.  I'm also packing all sorts of bags: my hospital bag, Will's clothes bag, Will's food bag, Will's toy bag...

It's very strange to be planning for 6 weeks of recovery when I feel completely normal right now.  While I may be feeling fine after a week or two, I still won't be able to pick up a gallon of milk (let alone the Willister) for at least six weeks.

Our families, friends, and our church have been amazing about offering to help.

Will is staying with his Mumsie & Grumsie while I'm in the hospital (Thanks M&G!)   Mumsie & Aunt Lauren will have him two times for at least a few days each, my friend Emily & Logan are coming for a few days, and Will is even taking a trip to California to hang out with his cousins, Kate & Gwen.  How do you thank someone for playing "mom" for you?! (I have recently purchased some really cute notes to write 'thank-yous' on, but somehow, that doesn't seem to be enough...)

Tomorrow is surgery day.  I have to be there at 5:30AM, surgery starts at 7:30AM and should last 2-3 hours.  I'll be on an walking epidural for about 3 days, and will probably stay in the hospital for 4-5 days.  I've asked Grant to post when I'm out of surgery, and then I'll be updating from the hospital as well.

Thank you so much for all your thoughts, prayers, and kind notes.  Grant and I talked a lot last night about everything and we both feel at peace.  The Lord knows what we're going through and will be with us through everything.  And it will be okay.  (As long as they'll let me eat lots of raspberry sorbet...)

Saturday, June 9, 2012

First Annual 5Kidney Run

This morning we ran our first 5Kidney.  5 kidneys is the total number of kidneys that me (1), my mom (1), and my nana (3) will have as of next Thursday!


Yesterday marked 6 weeks for my mom's kidney donation.  She was excited to get back out and run.  It was her first race ever!


I started running a month or two ago.  The farthest I have run without stopping before today was about 2.5 miles.  I refused to push Will in the stroller and try to finish a 5K without stopping.  Grantie was a good sport and offered to push him instead.


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Moved up

I finally worked up the guts to call and complain until they changed my date.  When I called, she said, "Oh, I was just about to call you.  We moved you up."

Sing hallelujah.

June 14th.

A date

June 21st.

Hey, you probably have cancer.  Now sit and wait two weeks and then we'll do something about it.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Ultrasound results

I had an ultrasound this morning at 11.  The only ultrasounds that I've had previously were to make sure Baby T was healthy, so they were fairly short.  This one lasted 40 minutes-- she checked my bladder both full and empty, and then both kidneys.  I came home covered in ultrasound goo.  Yuck.

Then I had an appointment with Dr. Bell at 3:40.  The spot on my left kidney was just what we thought it would be- a cyst-- inconsequential in terms of my operation (yay).  Had that spot turned out to be something dangerous, the conversation would have been very different.

The ultrasound also offered a little more information about the tumor on my right kidney.  Dr. Bell said that there is a lot of vascular activity in my tumor.  In other words, there is a lot of blood flow to that area. This is an indicator that the tumor is probably renal cell carcinoma... which is cancer...

While that is scary... it doesn't change the treatment, and shouldn't change my future after the surgery.  Because there are no indications of the tumor spreading, if it is cancerous, it will be cured by removal.  No chemotherapy or radiation should be necessary.

So we asked all sorts of questions about the surgery, recovery, and living with one kidney.  Taiwan is still up in the air (boo), but it looks fairly promising if I can get into surgery asap (yay).

Tomorrow I'm going to get blood work done and I should hear from surgery scheduling as well.  I am praying that they have an opening soon.  Dr. Bell is expecting that I should be able to get in within 2 weeks (sooner please?!).

A good day

Yesterday was a good day.  Went running, ran errands, taught dance in the evening; managed to forget my worries for a bit.  It was awesome.  In addition, I heard from Dr. Bell yesterday (hooray!).  

He consulted with a third radiologist who agreed with the first two: it is important to ultrasound the left kidney in order to see whether it is "sinister" before making a decision on how to treat the right kidney.

So I have an ultrasound scheduled for this morning and then an appointment with Dr. Bell this afternoon. I'm really hoping we'll know enough from the ultrasound to make a decision about the right kidney as well as schedule the surgery.  (How about tomorrow?!)

Monday, June 4, 2012

Running, phone calls, and waiting

I ran two miles with my Mama this morning.  (How amazing is it that less than 6 weeks after donating a kidney, she can easily run two miles?!)  It was a hard two miles for me and I may or may not have had a mini emotional break down when I finished...

We also called Robbie today to tell him what's going on.  We wanted to make sure he heard the news from us and not from a random well-wishing email (as well-intentioned as well-wishers may be).  It was hard to tell what he was thinking and we didn't talk to him for very long; but I worry about him a lot.  It has been a crazy few months to be living so far away with so little contact.

Still no news from the doctor.  Waiting is the worst.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Mental & Emotional States

Mentally, I am doing fine.  I have come to terms with the fact that I'll be having major surgery, that I won't be able to pick Baby Will up for six weeks, and that there's a good chance I won't be going to Taiwan.  I know that when the doctor uses words like "mass" and "sinister," he is really saying "tumor" and "cancer."  I also understand that while this is scary and wildly inconvenient, it really is all going to be okay.  There are no signs of "sinister activity" in my lymph nodes or other organs.  I know that there will be a time in the not too distant future where we can put all of this scary stuff behind us.

Emotionally, I am a roller coaster.  I hold it together really well most of the time.  I feel perfectly healthy and it's easy to forget for a while.   It's like my parents are here for a nice surprise visit.  We're going hiking today, we ordered sushi, we're giggling about silly stories (one time my dad stopped at a stop light and one of his tires rolled right off his car and through the intersection- what?!).

But then there are moments where it hits me.  Where the words "tumor" and potentially "cancer" set in.  Moments (however brief and irrational) where I picture Grant raising Will by himself.  I am overwhelmed by the love and support of those who are rallying behind us-- thinking of us, praying for us, even fasting for us.  I realize that this really is a big deal, with a lot of unknown consequences for my future.  How will this affect my migraines?  How will I take care of my sweet baby?  And really as silly as this is... I really have to have a freaking epidural?!  I worked pretty darn hard to avoid that sucker last year when Will was born... boo.

Thank you so much for all of your support.  I feel so loved and cared for.  I know that prayer is power and I can feel the power of your prayers.  We're having a fast this Sunday if you would like to join us.  There are potentially some big decisions to be made and I know the Lord will help me make the right ones.  Now I'm off to climb up a mountain-- everything is clearer with the perspective of a higher altitude.

Friday, June 1, 2012

First Urologist Visit

I visited my urologist, Dr. Bell, today.  He was great (which is comforting).  He didn't talk down to me, was very straightforward, and it was clear that he has spent a considerable amount of time and effort on my case, despite everything happening so quickly.  He showed me my CT scan- the tumor looks pretty big on a computer screen...

The tumor definitely needs to be removed and it's too big (at 7cm) to be done laparoscopically which means it will be open surgery.  Normally, they remove the entire kidney for tumors over 4 cm.  However, there's a chance they will only take part of my kidney.

That is because my CT scan also showed one other abnormality: a spot on my left kidney.  If the spot on my left kidney has potential to become malignant, then I may need part of my right kidney in the future.  However, if the spot is just a small cyst, which Dr. Bell thinks it probably is, then they will probably remove the whole kidney.

I will probably hear from Dr. Bell tomorrow.  He may do another CT scan, this time a three-stage scan that would take images before, during, and after contrast.  He also may do an ultrasound on that left kidney.  There will probably also be blood work involved.  Whew.  And then we'll make a decision about  how much of my right kidney can safely be removed.   

It's been a lot to process, obviously.  But I have amazing support from family and friends that are thinking of us, praying for us, and fasting for us.  

Thursday, May 31, 2012

An unexpected bump in our journey...

I had a CT scan this week to check out a lump in my abdomen.  I heard back today from my doctor that I have a tumor on my right kidney.  It is 7 cm, so close to 3 inches across.  I go in to see the urologist tomorrow afternoon and hopefully he'll be able to give us more information.

They can't tell whether it is malignant or not, so I'm assuming they'll be doing more tests, and chances are high that they will want to remove the whole kidney.  There were no signs of abnormalities in my lymph nodes, liver, or anywhere else, which is good.  

My sweet mom is flying in tonight and will go with me to the doctor tomorrow.  And my dear daddy cleared his schedule so that he can drive down tomorrow as well.  

Despite my fears, I feel quite at peace with everything.  I know things will work out even if I don't know exactly how.  Of course, prayers are more than appreciated.

Five weeks ago, tomorrow, I was in the hospital waiting room, anxious to hear how my mom and grandma were doing after their kidney transplant.  My mother gave up her right kidney.  To call this situation ironic would be a gross understatement.


Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Search for Sanity: Part VIII

It has been a year and a half since I've posted about my migraines.  Something about having a baby got in the way of medical progress...

To review past posts look here.

I did go to see a new neurologist in Texas.  To put it kindly... I was not impressed.  He listened to a brief review of my 20+ year history and then lectured me on what migraine triggers were... Thank you sir, I know what they are, as I have a list of about 20 that affect me.  He put me on a beta-blocker which I took for a few months with no luck.

Then I got pregnant with Baby T and wasn't able to take anything but Tylenol and Midrin (a throwback to my childhood.  Midrin works okay, but is nowhere near as powerful as Imitrex, what I've been taking for the last 5+ years).  It was a long, long 9 months...

Since Will was born, my migraines have gotten more frequent and less predictable.  I rarely have auras anymore, which was previously, an excellent warning sign to take my medication & get to bed as soon as possible.  Additionally, I now have another human being to take care of, which have proved exceedingly difficult when all I want to do is sleep and cry in a dark room.

A recent renewal in my hope of a "cure" led me to Dr. Round, one of the best neurologists in Denver. Luckily, he was much more personable than the last neuro I saw.  We talked over my history, symptoms, all that fun stuff, and he recommended that I have an MRI done.  He's not expecting to find anything; it's more of a precautionary measure before we decide on a treatment plan.  The one thing I hope (and don't hope) might show up in my results is signs of a PFO, or a small congenital hole in the heart.  Studies have recently been done where repairing this hole in migraine sufferers has caused dramatic decreases in severity and frequency of migraines.  Of course, I don't really want there to be a hole in my heart... but right now, the concept of finding the "culprit" outweighs my fears of surgery, etc.

Dr. Round also told me that, assuming my MRI is normal, one of the best treatments that he has been recommending to patients is Botox.  Approved by the FDA only in the last year or two, Botox has shown to be extremely effective in preventing migraine pain.  So far, I fit the bill perfectly for Botox.  I'm pretty excited about this prospect, although Dr. Round said it is extremely expensive if not covered by insurance, (so fingers are crossed about that one).


As an endnote, I recently read Lucy Grealy's Autobiography of a Face.  It was an amazingly powerful memoir about beauty, pain, and healing written by a woman who, as a child, had half of her jaw removed due to cancer.  Although I'm aware that migraines and cancer are an apples to oranges comparison, I related to Grealy's thoughts about pain and trauma in a way I didn't expect.  After her cancer is gone, she has multiple surgeries that attempt to restore the structure of her face.  She talks about the expectations and hope that precede each surgery and then the inevitable disappointment and depression that follow each surgery and its failure to produce the results she was expecting.

I feel that way about my seemingly endless battle with migraines.  Over time, I have come to terms with the fact that migraines are a part of my life; this is my cross to bear and it is okay that I will never be rid of them.  I resist the thought that there might be a cure.

But eventually, I turn back to hope: hope in a new doctor, hope in a new medication, hope in alternative methods or diets.  I get excited about the possibility of living a new life; a life free of constant pain and often guilt for falling back into "pet" triggers.

But inevitably, the new doctor fails to listen, the new medication fails to make a difference, and I'm left disappointed and depressed, feeling naive for believing that things could be different.  And however irrational I know it is, I feel guilty for even wanting a life without migraines; for coveting a life that perhaps I wasn't meant to have.

Of course, most of the time I live somewhere in between these two extremes, attempting to hold on to hope while I remain content with my lot.  But I'm scared.  Scared of trusting in my current excitement about MRI's, PFO's and Botox; knowing that the painful letdown is all but too close.


My next appointment with Dr. Round is tomorrow morning.  I'll update soon.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Birthing that babe

Yes. This is a birth story.  Which means two things:
#1- It inevitably contains some details you don't want to hear about.  (Read: blood, pain, etc.)
#2- It is inevitably a long story.

Thus, I have devised the three-length story system.  Decide how much you want to read and then pick your story!!

#1- Short and Sweet:
Will was born!  Mama & baby are both healthy and happy and Will is quite likely the easiest baby on earth.  Mama is really happy about that.

#2- All the Info, None of the Schmuck:
Will was born on Thursday, July 14th at 9:38am.  Mama was in labor for about 12 hours and birthed that darn baby "au naturel," aka without medication.  He weighed 7lbs. 4oz. and was 19 1/4in. long.  His Apgar scores were an 8 & 9.  He had low blood sugar for the first 24 hours but is now doing great.  He is a big eater and an awesome sleeper, usually only waking up once or twice at night to eat.  He was already back up to his birth weight by his first appointment at 4 days old.  He has his mama's lips and cheeks, his daddy's nose, and big eyes that happen to come from both sides.  He rocks.

#3- The "Nitty Gritty" (but not really too nitty or gritty)
I spent the beginning of last week walking all around town trying to induce labor.  I walked 3-4 miles to Grant's work one day (resulting in a migraine...), we hiked up Red Rocks amphitheater, etc.  On Wednesday night, we went to bed around 10:30 and I was having what I thought were mild contractions.  I fell asleep not thinking too much of it since I had been having similar contractions all week.

By about 1am I was awake because the contractions had gotten a bit stronger and were only a few minutes apart.  Too uncomfortable to sleep, I started wandering around the apartment.  I was confused as to whether this was the "real thing" because my contractions weren't very strong but were super close together.  From what I had heard and learned, contractions started far apart and slowly grew more regular and close together.  I intended to follow the 5-1-1 rule: go to the hospital when contractions were five minutes apart and one minute long for a hour.  However, as mine started at 3-4 minutes apart for 1-2 minutes long, I wasn't sure what to think.

I called my mom around two o'clock (you're welcome mom!) because I was nervous about her getting here in time for the birth.  I knew it was not yet time to go to the hospital, but if I was in fact in labor, my mom would need at least a few hours notice in order to hop on a plane.  She told me to call Julie, our doula, as well as the doctor to see what they thought.  Julie, who was the teacher for our childbirth prep class, said that it sounded like Baby T was probably positioned in a way that caused my contractions to be so close together.  Of course, if they got stronger, then it was probably true labor, but it was just too early to tell.  The doctor felt similarly.  It wasn't yet time to come to the hospital (which I knew) but if they continued to be regular, close together, and growing stronger, then I could come into the hospital and get checked.  If nothing else, I could wait until the OB office opened in the morning and get checked then.

At that point, I decided to wake Grant up so he could help me time my contractions.  He helped me time for about 2 hours as my contractions progressively got worse.  For pretty bad ones he would help by pushing on my lower back or doing a hip squeeze.  After a while, I told him to go back to bed.  I figured if I really was in labor, I would need him a lot more at the hospital then I would at home.  By five or six am, I told my mom that she better hop the next plane because I was pretty sure this baby was coming.  My contractions were more consistent at that point: about 3-4 minutes apart and getting stronger with each one.  At six I woke Grant up and told him that it was time to go to the hospital.  If this wasn't true labor then I was going to need some drugs to cope with the contractions.  I couldn't talk much through each contraction at this point.

We packed the bags, called the doctor, and headed out the door.  During the three-mile drive to the hospital I had at least four or five strong contractions (which are not fun to deal with sitting in the car).  When we walked into the ER, the nurse asked me if I was there for a scheduled induction.  Right then, a contraction started and the nurse goes, "Oh, I can see that you're not!"  We headed upstairs and got settled in our room. (As settled as you can get when strong contractions are coming every two minutes...)

When our nurse, Helen, came in, she said it was clear that I was in active labor.  She asked me what my pain level was.  What a bizarre question to answer.  What is a 10?  Screaming about to die?  And how does my pain level help her determine anything?  What I'm I just a total wuss and claim everything is a 10?  (I told her not to ask me what my pain level was after that).  She checked my cervix and declared me a "stretchy eight," meaning that I was probably a 7 or so but since I was fully effaced, I could easily stretch to an 8.  Hooray!

Part of my "birth plan" was that I preferred to avoid as many medical interventions as possible including an epidural, episiotomy, etc.  I was open to the possibility of an epidural if I was in labor for a long time or was having strong contractions without dilating.  But I was really hoping that my fairly high pain tolerance (thank you, life of migraines) with breathing techniques and some good ole optimism would be enough to see me through.  When Helen told me I was an 8, I knew that I could make it the rest of the way on my own.  I told Helen not to ask me if I wanted medication, that I would let her know if I needed it.  And I never did.  Yay.

It took three tries to get an IV in.  I now have serious bruises all over my hands and wrists.  Helen gave me half a bag of fluids because I was pretty dehydrated.  I sat on an exercise ball and worked my way through strong, close together contractions for about an hour and a half.  My water broke but not completely.  At that point, my OB came in and checked me again-- an 8.  What?!  I was a little upset about that.  Okay, actually I had a mini emotional breakdown.  How could I go through all these crappy contractions and not have progressed at all?!  The doctor decided to finish breaking my water and said that things would speed up significantly after that.

She was right... shoot.  Contractions got a lot more intense after that and about twenty minutes later I let the nurse know that it was time to push.  Well, that makes it sound a little too nice.  Twenty minutes later I started pushing and was yelling at the top of my lungs to let the nurse know... The doctor came in quickly (hooray), strapped on her gloves, and instructed me on pushing.  Sparing you the lovely details... Ten minutes later Baby T was born!  And what an absolutely incredible feeling that was!  First, to know that I did it.  To know that I made it through the pain and ickiness and to finally have Baby T here was incredible.  Second, to finally see our baby boy, knowing that he came straight from the presence of Heavenly Father to join our little family.  I was crying, Grant was crying, and Baby T was crying (of course).  Our little baby truly was a miracle.

As far as post-birth details, everything went really well.  I had a lot of extra bleeding which was a bit of a concern.  My red blood cell count was a 42 when I got to the hospital and a 27 when they checked it the next day.  Although it cut my energy level down to -1, the doctor wasn't concerned beyond that.  Baby T, (who we soon named Will Tarrant Tanner), had low blood sugar and had a hard time keeping his temperature up. He sported an awesome baby sleeping bag for the first 24 hours until his blood sugar was back up to normal.

As for my mom, she hopped on the earliest flight she could and landed in Denver around 9:15.  Because the airport is quite a way from the hospital, she missed Baby T's birth by about an hour.  Will has loved having his B-ma around, but probably not as much as Grant and me, (mostly because of food and naps, of course).

As of today, little Will is 11 days old!  Soon after his birth, it became apparent that we are extremely lucky.  He is a super sweet little baby, usually sleeping 3-4 hours stretches at night and eating like a champ.  It only took four days for him to get back up to birth weight and everyday he looks and feels bigger!  We are so in love with our little "T" and feel so blessed to have him join our little family.

T's first outing:


Being weighed at the pediatrician:


Sleepy smiles:


Our happy, happy boy!


PS- More pictures are coming but they are currently on Grant's computer... which requires the energy for me to transfer them over... meh

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Lonely Grower

Grant has been in Denver for about three weeks now.  Striving to remain positive about this unfortunate, but luckily temporary, situation I've compiled a short list of the good things:

-I get the whole bed.  Me and my seven pillows.  I also bought a body pillow.  It's for Baby T...
-Oh man, I just ran out of good things...

Actually being away from Grant has forced me to document life in a different way: Cell phone pictures.  Baby T is growing quickly, so consequently, I'm growing quickly as well!  Every few days I send Grant a picture of his ever expanding wife and baby to be.

19 weeks 5 days:

20 weeks 1 day:

20 weeks 6 days:

21 weeks 1 day:

21 weeks 3 days:

21 weeks 4 days:

22 weeks 3 days:
22 weeks 5 days:
23 weeks:

This set of photos is clearly not intended to glamorize my hair, face, fashionable style, and especially not my tidiness...  But little Baby T is definitely in there!  Yay!

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Joys of Carrying a Parasite... err.. Fetus

There really are lots of joys of pregnancy!  Hearing the little peanut's heartbeat and getting to see a little sonogram were two of those joys.  Looking forward to the future is certainly a joy (however sleep deprived that future may be), as well as talking about possible names, and picking out our baby's first footed p.j.'s, (the only piece of clothing our baby has, as of yet).

Unfortunately, this post is not about those types of joys.  Instead, this post is a short dedication to the other types of pregnancy joys, including: an increase in migraines, a decrease in migraine medications available to me, lots and lots of puke, uncomfortable nights with little sleep, as well as other "unmentionable" symptoms, as my mother would call them.

I had one enchanting evening in the E.R. last week.  Of course, the never ending puke ordeal had to come during the 48 hours that my parents were in town.  The plus: nobody takes care of you when you're sick like your own Mama!

I'm posing the extra flattering picture below.  I don't actually look like that when I'm suffering... hopefully.  This was just the picture to send to Dad & Grant to make sure they weren't having too much fun at the Dallas Stars game without us.


After two months of this lovely yuckiness, it is either starting to get better or I'm getting used to knowing when to take my medication.  I'm guessing it's the latter.

Recent milestones include: 2-3 days without throwing up, 1 day without taking migraine medication, and running a whole mile without stopping.  Really, it was more of a light, light, jog, but man, I've never been more proud of a 12 minute mile!

As far as pregnant belly goes, I don't have too much of one yet.  This picture was taken two weeks ago.  I am now at 14 weeks and I've grown a little, but not much.  It's hard to gain weight when you can't really eat...


But don't worry, I've been on the new and innovative Cheetos diet lately so I should start showing soon.  Perhaps the growing fetus inside me might assist in that growth too...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

What the Baby?

The rumors are true! (As if you've heard rumors...)  Grant & I are excited to announce that we are expecting a little "Baby T" in July.  This sonogram is a little old so he still looks like a little peanut.  


July is the (only) month for Peterson women to have babies, apparently.  My dad, sister, brother, nephew and I are all July birthdays so Baby T will fit right in.  In fact, I'm due on July 17th, the day before my birthday!

I'm 13-14 weeks along and it's been quite the adventure so far.  Morning sickness and migraines have kept me in bed, on the couch, and even in the ER once.  It's been tough, but we're hoping things will start clearing up in the next few weeks.  And of course, it will all be so worth it to have little Baby T in July.

We don't find out whether it's a boy or a girl until March, but we have both felt strongly that it is a boy.  We refer to Baby T as a "he" so it will be a big shift in mentality for us if "he" is actually a "she." 

Woohoo for babies!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

On Hairstyles

In a quick departure from the Boise trip chronicles, I would just like to update you on the exciting inner workings of my mind (or my hair...).  My hair is currently the longest it has ever been.  This is partially because I haven't cut it since Thanksgiving... shhh.  All that hair tends to weigh down my head, which unfortunately, is already a bit sensitive.  It is officially as hot as Hades in Texas now so I'm constantly struggling between the sweaty hair down look and the painful hair up-do.

However, the world has righted itself now that I have discovered and adopted the official FLDS hairstyle. The single, long, French braid.


Unfortunately I don't have Sally Jeffs here to do it for me but I am quickly learning. This cutting edge hairstyle offers some nice natural air conditioning on my neck and back while still maintaining a stylish modesty.  And as a plus, it spreads out the weight of my hair while still keeping my hair out of my face.  Quadruple win!  I haven't taken Imitrex, let alone Tylenol for the last 3 days.  Life is gloriously stylish and pain-free :)

Endnote: The owner of this humble publication does not practice nor endorse polygamy.  She also does not truly believe this up-do is stylish.  However, give the poor sucker a week and she may be fully convinced.  On the braids... not the polygamy.