Christmas 2012 Recap

Okay, okay... I can't believe I'm actually admitting it, but I am looking forward to Christmas next year! Why? Not because my husband converted me to a Christmas lover with all of his cheesy Christmas-themed movies, the carols blasting from the bathroom and car stereo, or the decorations adorning our home. No, not because of those things... Because Christmas was fun again thanks to Rocco!

Before I recap Christmas morning at our house with Rocco, let me start with the beginning of the festivities: the Clark/Recla Christmas Extravaganza the Sunday before Christmas at our house. In attendance were: Todd, Kacie, Rocco, Ruby, Mike, Kim, Jason, Lora, Grandma Mary, Uncle Gilbert, Aunt Andrea, Uncle Pat, Josh, Mikaela, Uncle Dean, Papa Gary, Lori, Marcy, and Grandma Fawn. So, there were 19 of us total! Everyone was asked to bring an appetizer or dessert to share with others, and, of course, we had more than enough food and sent people home with left-overs. It was a delicious spread! Usually, we have a large sit-down traditional dinner with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, etc. This year, though, we wanted something more laid-back and low-key. While we noshed on our yummy food, we began the white elephant exchange. Everyone brings a gift-- either something they picked up for a steal throughout the year or a re-gift-- and we each draw numbers. Each person has the opportunity to either choose a wrapped gift or steal from someone else. After a gift has touched three different sets of hands, it is taken out of the game. It gets pretty cut-throat! But it is one of the most anticipated "events" of the year with our family. We then opened gifts from everyone. As expected, everyone was spoiled again this year. I think I speak for everyone who was able to attend that it was a great celebration with the whole family and that the more laid-back, low-key aspect was much appreciated.

That evening, we had a special visit from "Santa" and his "helpers" (Rick Dentinger aka Santa, helpers: Mike and Matt Dentinger and Rory Churchill.) Santa came BOOMING into the house-- "HO HO HO!"-- and scared Rocco to the point where Rocco was shaking. He was totally freaked out. We could not get him on Santa's lap. But, he did finally come around enough to give Santa a hug, high fives, and fist bumps before he left! Santa and his helpers were a lot of fun and we were glad they stopped by.

The following day, Christmas Eve day, our little family did a lot of relaxing. Our original plans had fallen through, so we had a lot of time to clean up from the day before, put away gifts, and watch Rocco play with some of his new toys. Oh, and soak up time with Miss Ruby, too! That evening, we went out to Grandma Mary's house. Uncle Gil made a spread that could rival with any fine dining restaurant. The man is amazing in the kitchen! He made probably the best clam chowder I have ever eaten, as well as a couple quiches, a pear/walnut salad, and more. We would get so fat if Gil were around cooking for us all the time! True to tradition, Grandma had a lottery ticket at each place setting. We ate, we watched gifts being opened, and we watched Rocco beat up Mikaela. They act like brother and sister! Later that night, after we got home, we put Rocco to bed so we could prepare for the following morning...

Being Santa is a little stressful! There's a lot of pressure for perfection-- especially with the first conscious visit from Santa for a kid! Anyway, we were well-prepared-- gifts had been wrapped and just needed to be put under the tree or in the stocking and the larger items (a firetruck Rocco can drive himself and a 4-story fire station) were assembled, so they just needed to be set up in front of the tree. The one thing we prepared for that didn't happen was leaving milk and cookies for Santa from Rocco-- he was too tired after getting home, so we just put him to bed. Next year, though, we will get it done! It didn't take as long as we thought. Before we knew it, we were attempting sleep (Ruby had a really rough night that night, so we really didn't sleep at all!) My parents snuck over to the house that night, too, so that they would be here first thing in the morning to see Rocco's face as he saw all the presents for him under the tree.

Todd, Ruby, and I were up early to catch Rocco's reaction. Todd grabbed the video camera, and I sat with Ruby. Rocco came around the corner very sleepy and meandered through the living room-- oblivious to the presents-- and crawled up on my lap. I kept saying, "Rocco! Look at all of those presents Santa left you!" It took him awhile to fully wake up and realize that there was a fire station and fire truck for him. But when he did-- oh, the look was priceless! His eyes lit up, he smiled, and he RAN to the fire station. He played with it for almost 3 hours straight! It was difficult to even get him to open up his other presents! He is definitely one lucky little boy. He played with his new toys for most of the morning while we watched. My dad made us a great breakfast. And we made sure to capture a lot of it on video and through photos. That afternoon, we opened our gifts from Todd's family and called to talk with them for a bit. Then, we relaxed some more!

All in all, with the exception of some plans falling through and some family not being able to make it down, this Christmas was perfect! We are so loved by family and spoiled by them. Most importantly, for me, was feeling the magic of Christmas all over again through the eyes of my child. I can't wait to add more traditions as Rocco and Ruby get older-- I have so many in mind that they won't be able to fully appreciate until they're a little older, but are going to be so much fun! I hope that those of you reading this also had a wonderful Christmas and are planning a fun, safe NYE celebration!!!

Life with Ruby and Rocco

Well, the past two weeks have flown by and have been quite a change for our family. Here's a recap of how things have been in the Shaffer household with a toddler and a newborn (and a busy dad and recovering mama.)

Ruby
This little girl has been very sweet (for the most part) and very docile. She sleeps most of the day and only has a couple fussy periods. We took her in for her first check-up and everything looked great. The doctor said she is healthy and perfect, but was a little concerned about her weight. He ordered a weight check for two days later. So, we took her in, and she had lost 22 grams. Apparently, that is somewhat of a concern. Since Ruby had a full belly at the initial visit, the doctor ordered me to feed her on the spot and re-weigh her. She gained 2 ounces in a matter of minutes. So... no issues for the time being. I have been conscious to wake Ruby up every 2 hours to feed her, because I am not wanting another doctor appointment where Ruby's weight is a concern. I'm ready for a chunky baby! Her cheeks and chin are starting to fill out, but her arms and legs are like tooth picks. Regardless, she is a doll and truly stunning. Her big accomplishments in the past two weeks have been surviving two baths and her belly button stump falling off.

Rocco
Big Brother is still infatuated with Little Sister-- lots of kisses, gentle (we're working on it) hugs, and definitely giving his protection. There have been a couple instances where people have stopped by to either hold or merely look at Ruby and Rocco says very sternly, "That's MY sister! You don't touch her..." Now, if only we can bottle that up and save it for when they are in high school...
The combination of bed rest, recovering from a c-section, and having a newborn attached to me almost constantly has proven to be a big adjustment to the relationship Rocco and I have. He is a little mad at me, I think. But we are working on it. I finally started feeling-- human?-- so I am making it a point to hand Ruby off to her daddy while Rocco and I have some time to ourselves. So far, it's working, and he is being much sweeter to his mama. He requested that he and I take a shower together tonight, which I happily obliged in as showers, unfortunately for everyone involved, are few and far between for me lately...
Rocco's big focus was Santa and Christmas before Ruby came into the world. Now, he is excited, but a little distracted by his sister. He is also very busy being a fireman-- yes, he is still deep in that phase. He will surely be elated when Christmas morning comes around and under the tree is a real firetruck he can drive himself and a 3-story fire house (along with other gifts.)

Todd
Getting up lots in the middle of the night, running after Rocco, and fighting off a winter cold is wearing Todd down just a little, but not much. I think neither one of us quite remembered just how hard a newborn is for the first few weeks.
True to form, Todd is definitely ready for everything Christmas. If he has the choice, we are watching some kind of Christmas movie. I catch him listening to carols in the shower on the radio in the bathroom. And he is trying to convert me with gusto.

Kacie
Last, but certainly not least-- or, should I say, saving the best for last? Here's the scoop on me: like I mentioned earlier, I am finally feeling human. Fresh from the shower really helps with that one. I should probably average more than one a week-- that's a joke. (Kind of.) I was incredibly sore and uncomfortable from the surgery for the first week-- literally an entire week. I was expecting 3 days. Not the case. As soon as I started feeling good, I discovered that I am allergic to the particular glue used to adhere the steri-strips over my incision. I was itching like crazy one night with no relief, so I called the nurse and asked what was up. She told me to immediately get the strips off and clean the area with hydrogen peroxide. The area then got inflamed and blistered. Yes, this is all in "that area" and surrounding the incision. Not glamorous. I also had some pain in my abdomen area, so decided it was best to just go in and get a professional opinion. My doctor told me to take Benadryl for the reaction and gave me some anti-biotics for a suspected infected uterus (I had the same thing with Rocco.) Making a LONG story SHORT: This recovery has been ca-ca.

Now, on to better things: being a mother of two. Although I forgot just how difficult it is to be the mother of a newborn with 2-3 hour intervals of sleep between breast feedings, I am totally soaking up my time with Ruby. As the second child, she reaps the benefit of my knowing just how quickly the newborn stage goes. And, since she will be our last child, I am selfishly hoarding her. My mom says, "You don't give her up very easily..." In fact, I think I can count on one hand the number of people that have actually held her. That kind of paints the picture for you, egh? Having a high-energy 2 year old this time around puts a whole new spin on things-- a lot of sensory overload on my part. But, to be honest, things are actually feeling fairly sane and relaxed in my household. I know that Ruby will be able to sleep through anything, though, as her brother has a tendency to "scare" his sister by growling at her like a dinosaur, playing his drums as she sleeps, and wrestles his dad like Nacho Libre.

Other Family Updates
This Sunday Todd and I will be hosting a Clark/Recla Christmas Celebration where all of the family is invited. It will be more low-key this year, as I didn't want to deal with hosting a full seated dinner, so we decided on everyone bringing an appetizer or dessert to share. We will exchange gifts, as well as participate in the cut-throat white elephant gift exchange. It's always a fun time with the people I love the most! We were hoping that Todd's family would be able to make it down, but his sister and her husband decided to spend the holidays in Todd's hometown with their parents. They have yet to meet Ruby, so we are anxious to get them down here.

Mom is enjoying retirement. She has been quilting up a storm! We love that she is retired, too, as she is a great babysitter and Rocco absolutely adores her-- and his Papa Mike. She has been spending lots of time with Grandma Fawn, too. She is there every Friday night-- they watch lots of movies together and weed out the stupid ones so no one else has to endure them.

Jason and Lora are expecting baby Jaxon the end of January. It's been fun helping them get prepared for their little bundle of joy. I can't wait to meet him and watch the cousins grow up together. I think Ruby and Jaxon will get bossed around big time by Rocco!

We have lots of things to be thankful for this time of year and for years to come. We hope that you and your family also have a wonderful holiday and a prosperous new year. Celebrate the things in life that make you happiest.

Ruby's Birth Story

A few days after Rocco was born, I sat down (along with Todd and my mom) to write Rocco's birth story. I put it in his scrapbook and have often referred back to it. So, having some time on my hands in the hospital and not being able to be super active, I thought it was the perfect time to write Ruby's birth story.

On Saturday, December 8, 2012, I woke up early and thought, "I need to take Rocco to see Santa today." So, Todd, Rocco, and I loaded up into the car, drove to Boise Towne Square, and waited in line to see Santa. Rocco was so excited and in awe. It was definitely one of my highlights as a parent to see the magic in his eyes. I was breaking the rules of bed rest by taking him, but I knew it would be worth it-- and it was.

We got home, relaxed, and eventually ate some dinner. During dinner I noticed that I was experiencing some contractions with pain. I had experienced this in the past, so I didn't think much of it. I ate like a hog and made sure to drink lots of water (to eliminate contractions due to dehydration.) Dinner was around 5:15 pm. After dinner, I went to sit on the recliner and relax. The contractions didn't stop. I then decided it was time to get in the bath to see if contractions would cease. At that point, I had called my mom to warn her that I might be going in to the hospital to get checked-- but I'd call her after the bath. Still, at this point, I thought my body was just "doing it's thing" and labor was still far from coming. After sitting in the bath for an hour and a half, I decided that maybe I should get a second opinion. This was around 8:15 pm.

I texted one of my nurse friends who works in the labor and delivery unit of the hospital.

"Are you working tonight by any chance?"

"No. Why?"

After explaining my evening to her, she wrote back, "Go in. Is she still breech? Go in." I got out of the bath, calmly told Todd that we needed to go in, and started getting dressed. I called my mom and told her to come on over. Still, I wasn't panicked or even feeling any kind of urgency. Todd, on the other hand, seemed a bit jittery and nervous. He probably won't admit it, but I know him all too well.

Todd says, "I was really confident that Ruby was coming, because Kacie knows her body so well. I knew I needed to make sure I got the car seat, the bags, and make sure Rocco was set. I had to try to be as calm as possible for Kacie."

Mom and Dad showed up quickly. Rocco was super excited to see them, which made leaving him that late at night easier on me. There were lots of hugs and kisses, then Todd and I loaded up into car, and proceeded to St. Al's in Ontario.

"Stay calm. Be really safe. I knew Kacie would be stressed enough as is. I was really excited," Todd recalls of his thoughts on the drive over. We talked a lot-- about random stuff to ease nerves and about the possibility of having a baby that night. I was still pretty calm considering the circumstances.

We got into labor and delivery around 9 pm where we were met by an incredibly sweet nurse, Juanita. She had me get into an extremely glamorous gown, lay on the bed, and strapped two monitors to my belly (one to check contractions and one to check the baby's heartbeat.) She didn't monitor me for long-- as I was having regular contractions ever 2-3 minutes apart. She decided to check me and said, "Oh, you're at a good 3." I was shocked. Here I was laughing, joking, and relatively pain-free. I had no idea I was in "real" labor. (A far cry from my first experience-- I was literally begging for an epidural at a 5!) While checking me, the nurse was almost certain Ruby had flipped and was head down. I kept trying to explain to her that Dr. Duncan also made the same mistake and that I could still feel her head right under my ribs. She had another nurse come in-- Linda-- who also checked and was mystified. They broke out the ultrasound machine and determined, that, in fact, the mother was right all along-- Ruby was still most definitely breech.

"So... if I'm having contractions and am dilated to a 3, does that mean I'm having a baby tonight?" I asked.

"You're having a baby tonight!" Nurse Juanita replied.

We notified very few people-- I think just my parents and Todd's parents. Then, we got ready... Having a C-section is much more of a process than I thought. First, there's the paper work. Then, there's the IV and prep work. There's also the rounding up of the "troops"-- I had no idea it took so many people! There was a regular labor and delivery nurse, an operating room nurse, the anesthesiologist, Dr. Duncan-- my OB/GYN, a nurse who handled all of the "tools" for the job, and the pediatrician. The nurses got us ready in our special outfits (see photo below) and had the anesthesiologist come in to talk to us about the procedure. His name was Mike and he was maybe one of the sweetest men I have ever met. I was so nervous and scared, but he made me feel so much better. The hardest part was being wheeled back to the operating room without Todd-- being so scared and nervous and excited and anxious.

In the operating room, all of the "troops" met up. It was like a party! The operating room nurse and Mike introduced me to the nurse who handles all of the "tools" and I said something really stupid like, "I'm really scared and nervous and sometimes I make really stupid jokes when I'm terrified, so I apologize in advance for anything that comes out of my mouth." They laughed. I then got my spinal. The whole time, someone was walking me through what was happening-- it was great. And thanks to many of my mama friends who have had c-sections sharing their stories with me, I already knew what was happening! The spinal did not hurt at all. It was relatively easy, actually. I was then laid out on the bed and Mike had me stretch my arms out to the sides-- like I was being crucified. They put the sheet up over my face and everyone started their responsibilities. Mike was monitoring my pain the whole time and at one point sensed something was wrong. He asked, "Everything okay?" I said, "I am so nauseous  but I don't know if it is from nerves or the anesthesia." He looked at me, smiled, and said, "I've got something for that..." Oh my gosh... away went the nerves and jitters. Todd came in around that time and was shocked to find a completely mellow wife. He asked Mike if he could have some of whatever magic medicine he gave me for home.

Todd and I talked the whole time-- about what we thought Ruby would look like and about Rocco. I couldn't see anything so I had no idea what was going on. I was nervous about the smell of my skin being cauterized, but that was not an issue. I was also nervous about any noises I might hear-- again, not an issue for me. I knew exactly when Ruby was out of me, though-- because I could feel them lift her out of me. It's an odd experience-- there is no pain, but you can feel pressure/relief. She was born at 11:43 pm on December 8, 2012. It was not too much longer before we heard one of the most reassuring, beautiful, amazing things in the world: Ruby crying.

Now, I am not the sentimental type. I didn't cry when Rocco was born. But, man, did I cry this time. For so long, I had been so worried about Ruby's health, especially her lung development. So, it was such a relief for me, so I think the tears were joyous.

Todd could see Ruby at this point, but I couldn't. I asked several times if she looked alright and if they were suctioning her and if she was okay-- Todd was at ease, so I knew everything must have been okay. And Ruby was roaring the entire time-- she has a great set of lungs on her! Todd said, "She has lots of blonde hair!" Everyone congratulated us, which was so sweet. And as soon as the pediatrician laid Ruby down in the warmer/bed, Mike moved the sheet a little so I could have a look at my girl. I could only see the crown of her head and an ear-- and was shocked at the tuff of platinum blonde hair all around Ruby's head.

It didn't seem like too long before they had Ruby bundled and able to introduce her to me. I kissed her and admired her and talked to her. She was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. And, yes, it's true, c-section babies are much more attractive than vaginal birth babies because they don't go through all the stress. Ruby was then whisked away to the nursery with Todd following close behind.

I was then sewed up. There are three layers that need to be sewn-- the uterus, the muscle, and the skin. Dr. Duncan was talking about something really random the whole time. I can't remember it now (I was on morphine, so there are many blanks throughout the first couple days!) I think it took about 30 minutes. I was just so anxious to hold Ruby and really check her out, so it felt like an eternity. I even got bored at one point! Finally, I was wheeled into the recovery room where I was met by another nurse who knew my family and Todd had taught some of her kids. I was really out of it at this time, so I can't remember anything except for when Todd and Ruby came back to greet me. Then, it was all about Ruby-- everything else fades away. I finally got to hold, kiss, and snuggle my girl. Still in shock from all of her white hair, I couldn't help but keep pulling the beanie away for a glimpse every few seconds. She was perfect.

Throughout the next few days there were lots of visitors: my parents, Jason and Lora, Aunt Andrea and Grandma Mary, Mikaela, friends, and more. But there were two visitors who were extra special. The first one was Rocco. We were nervous about how he would react to a baby sister, so it was super important that he was one of the first to meet her. He came in with flowers and a huge smile proclaiming, "My sister!" I couldn't stop him from crawling up onto the bed with me. He then proceeded to maul her with kisses. He was absolutely head over heels in love. Totally infatuated. It was so sweet and such a relief. And, according to my mom, a testament to how loved Rocco is because he was mimicking what he has experienced as a child. It was a wonderful experience as a mom to have my two babies finally meet and to see such a bond between them already.

The other special visitor was Grandma Fawn who came all the way to the hospital (with the help of Uncle Dean and Aunt Marcy). I was shocked and happy to see her. It was another memory that will forever be in my heart.

There was also a lot of pain and recovery over the next few days in the hospital. I was extremely sore and uncomfortable-- more than I imagined. It was a task to pee, move in bed, put on socks, hold Ruby-- everything. I felt so helpless. Eventually, I was able to walk around a bit and feel more like a human being. I took a shower, which made me feel like a million bucks! We felt confident enough to go home the Tuesday following Ruby's arrival.

It is amazing how different the second child is from the first. In my case, it was a completely new experience. Since we have been home, I have been so much more relaxed with her and have gotten much more sleep than I did when Rocco was born. She is a sweet baby and so good. She sleeps for 2-3 hours at a time, nurses like a champ, and rarely cries. She is little, but strong. And she is very alert when she is awake-- always studying things around her with her big eyes.

I never knew I could be this happy and have this much love in my heart for another child. But she totally has me wrapped around her little finger.

The Nesting Instinct

"I'm going to Wal-Mart," I whispered to Todd, who was a second ago sound asleep. Most people are at 4 in the morning. "What time is it?" he asked. I explained that I had been up for a good hour and decided that although it was 4 am, it was the best time to drive the 20 minutes to the nearest Wal-Mart and pick out the perfect lamp for Rocco's nursery. "Can't you wait until I get up?" Todd asked, totally confused and a little concerned. "No," I said, "I have to go RIGHT NOW."

Two days later... Rocco was born.

The "Nesting Instinct" kicked in months ago with Ruby. I had no idea then why I decided it was the perfect time to sterilize all the bottles and nipples, wash and organize all of her clothes, and make sure there was a clean sheet on her crib mattress-- I was only around 7 months pregnant. I now know that my nesting began so early because I started to go into labor at 31 weeks. Makes sense in hind-sight.

I recently did more reading and research on this phenomenon and learned that it is as natural as motherhood itself. All female animals in the animal kingdom do some sort of nesting either right before they have their offspring or right after they have their offspring. It is primal instinct. Birds have a tendency to do what is called "going broody" in which their nesting instinct is to remain in the nest they have built as much as possible before they lay their eggs. I'd have to say that being put on mandatory bed rest has definitely made me "go broody." Poor mama birds... I do have to say that while "going broody" I have felt an urge to crochet beanies like a mad-woman. Hey, at least Ruby's head will be warm.

One website writes, "Nesting brings about some unique and seemingly irrational behaviors in pregnant women and all of them experience it differently." Most women who nest seem to have one goal in mind-- preparing their surroundings for their newborn to be brought home. Usually it consists of cleaning, sterilizing, and organizing. But, did you know that fathers-to-be can also have their own nesting instinct?

It's true. Some fathers-to-be become preoccupied with their own version of getting ready for baby. One website had several men discussing their incessant need to find the perfect family vehicle-- something safe, reliable, and large enough for their brood. Other men went on a remodeling spree where they tore down walls, painted, installed new flooring, etc. Still, some men take a more "motherly" approach and do some cleaning and organizing. I have found that with this pregnancy, Todd has exhibited some nesting signs of his own. This morning, for example, he decided to pack his over-night bag, vacuum, sweep, scrub the baseboards, and take Rocco for a hair cut. He also made sure that we put up the Christmas decorations claiming that he didn't know how many more weekends we would have to do it before Ruby came (this is questionable behavior, because Christmas is Todd's most favorite holiday and he wants to decorate as early as possible every year-- not just when his wife is 9 months pregnant!)

So, Mothers (and Mothers-to-be): What is your nesting story? I have a friend who described how she had the urge to scrub the inside of the dog kennel before her baby's arrival. At the time, it seemed absolutely necessary. In hindsight, she laughed and said something to the effect of, "...Like my baby was going to be in the dog kennel!" (J: if you're reading this, I hope you don't mind that I anonymously used your story!!!)

Whether it's scrubbing a dog kennel or making a trip to Wal-Mart at 4 am for a lamp or just sitting around crocheting beanies like there's going to be a yarn apocalypse  mothers really do have their own unique (and slightly neurotic) way or preparing for baby. I certainly know that Ruby is on her way sooner than later (can you believe that if she stays in me until the 17th it's only 2 weeks!!!) And I know that my husband is exhibiting some odd behaviors of his own lately. Even Rocco is more snuggley and needy today than he has been. I wonder if everyone but me knows that labor is impending and nature is trying to tell us something. We shall see :)

Christmas Countdown

Todd got out the Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving. We figured it was a good idea since we don't know how many more weekends we will have before Ruby gets here. Anyway, I thought I would post some photos for my readers... I call it "Christmas Corner"

29 days and counting until Christmas Day! I'd like to say I'm totally prepared, but I am not! The one thing I am looking forward to is celebrating Rocco's first Christmas where he knows about the magic of Santa. I can't wait to see how he reacts Christmas morning when he sees all the presents and stockings "Ho-Ho" has left him.

Happy Thanksgiving

This year, Todd, Rocco, and I will be spending Thanksgiving in our new home with Todd's parents, Steve and Rhonda. They will be coming in on Wednesday evening and staying until Sunday. Fresh from their visit with Stephanie and Jim (Todd's sister and her husband) in San Diego, they will surely be ready for a little relaxation after all of their travels! I had originally planned on making an exquisite Thanksgiving meal, but seeing as I am bound to chair or bed or couch, I will not be able to go through with my plans. Instead, Todd will be in charge of the meal. This is going to be good for him. Usually, Todd believes that an adequate meal consists of something barbecued  He will be in charge of getting the ham in the oven AND making the sides! I will be his trusty sous chef sitting on a chair and bossing him around. I have no doubt he has the ability to make it happen! Most importantly, Steve and Rhonda will not be cooking and will be able to just hang with Rocco. (I think it is so tacky to invite someone over and then expect them to cook their own meal. No way!) This is the first Thanksgiving we have spent with Todd's parents and this is the first holiday they have spent in Vale with us, so we are really looking forward to spending time with them.

The rest of the Clark/Recla family has decided to go their separate ways this year-- something that is unusual for us as we usually have at least three places to eat-- sometimes all in one day! Some will be headed to a dinner at Andrea's house, while others will be at Gramma Fawn's house. Jason and Lora will be all over the place hitting up both of those dinners plus one with Lora's family. With so many things going on in our family, it is inevitable for traditions to change. For so many years, it has always been a very tight-knit situation with the majority of the immediate family in the surrounding area. We now have branched out-- Todd's family and Lora's family-- so we are always looking for ways to make things less hectic on all involved while still seeing as many people as physically possible. Add babies into the mix, and, well, things really have to get creative!

Regardless of where and who we are celebrating with, Thanksgiving is still my favorite holiday. I love everything that Thanksgiving encompasses. The food is the best-- total comfort food. My favorite meal consists of turkey, whole berry cranberry sauces, stuffing with celery and onion, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and some kind of pumpkin dessert. I also love that there is nothing associated with Thanksgiving except celebrating all of your gratefulness with your family over a great meal. There are no gifts, no tacky decorations, no music, no stress or pressure-- just a good time. No need to think about or rush into Christmas-- just appreciate the blessings around you, as this is what Thanksgiving is all about.

Happy Thanksgiving, Readers. I hope you take time to stop, pause, reflect, and give thanks this year for all of your blessings no matter where you are or who you are with.

Crazy Pregnancy Dreams

I realize that you are probably sick of hearing about this pregnancy. But, I don't have a lot of outlets and I have an over-abundance of time on my hands, so bear with me. Writing is a healthy outlet for me and consumes some time out of my day-- what's the harm in that? Plus, this is an entertaining post and not a medically-charged baby update post.

I had a dream last night that I had Ruby. Let me try to detail this dream to you as much as possible, because it's just that weird. I woke up, took off the sheets, and found that Ruby had grown to the size of a 6 or 8 month old baby still in my womb. She was sideways, so I gently (and easily) turned her so she was head down. She then slid out-- no pain, no gory stuff, no pushing, no nothing-- and I lifted her up. Staring back at me was a bald, blue-eyed, smiling Cabbage Patch Doll. I was a little surprised, but said, "Hi Ruby!" and she laughed at me. I then got up, packed her on my hip, and went about my business. No umbilical cord to be cut, no placenta to be delivered, no blood, nothing. Just a giant newborn Cabbage Patch Doll baby. I then went to my doctor appointment this morning-- as I waited in the lounge area, I flipped open a magazine. A few pages in, staring back at me AGAIN was a bunch of Cabbage Patch Dolls in an advertisement! I don't know what all of this means-- if it means anything at all-- but I woke up from the dream with all good thoughts, so I guess that's good.

I had lots of crazy dreams with Rocco. The one that sticks out in my mind was closer to his birth day-- I was in the bathtub taking a bath when, all of a sudden, a baby magically appeared between my legs. A girl baby. I knew at that point I was for sure having a boy, so that was weird already. Then, the more water I sprinkled on the baby, the more it grew. By the end of the dream-- it seemed like only minutes that it lasted-- the baby had gone from infant to about 5 years old. I did not wake up feeling good thoughts after that dream-- I woke up incredibly confused! But laughing at the same time.

My mom struggled to conceive me. So when she was finally pregnant, she was elated... and also worried, for good reason. More than anything, she just wanted a healthy baby. That's really the only thing good mamas want. She has often told me about the dream she had about two weeks before giving birth to me. It goes something like this: After going through labor and pushing, the doctor pulled out a chimpanzee baby covered in dark hair. "It's a... monkey," the doctor said to my mom. "Well, is a healthy monkey?" my mom replied. The doctor and nurses all confirmed that although hairy, it was a perfect healthy baby monkey. They then wrapped the baby in blue (my parents didn't know what they were having) and put the monkey in my mom's arms. Mom said she was instantly in love with this baby staring back at her. She said, "So, it's a boy?" The nurses then told her that, no, it was a girl, but they ran out of pink blankets and caps. It didn't matter. Mom said that when she woke up from that dream, she had a feeling deep down after that knowing that I would be fine and perfect and loved just the way I was-- even if I did come out as a chimp baby girl wrapped in blue. She didn't worry as much after that dream and felt more reassured.

SO... what do you think it all means? Any dream interpreters out there who can shine some light on my Cabbage Patch Doll dream? Or any mothers out there who want to share their craziest pregnancy dream with me? I'd love to hear your funny dreams! And I need a good laugh!

It Takes A Village!

I have always loved the quote "It takes a village to raise a child." Part of the reason why I loved the quote was because of where I grew up-- the small community of Vale truly personifies this quote. I was lucky enough to be raised by a village as a child, and I am very grateful that my children will also be raised here. Ruby has already started experiencing the graciousness and kindness of those around her-- and she hasn't even left the womb yet!

One of the best parts of being on bed rest has been seeing who our true friends are. I know it sounds cliche, but it is the honest truth. Few people who I thought I could absolutely count on haven't even acknowledged us-- which makes me sad and reevaluate the relationship we have. But-- more importantly-- there have been those who I always knew I could count on who have gone above and beyond. I'd be lying if I said that being on bed rest was easy. But I can tell you that there have been some amazing people who have made it incredibly easy on myself and my family to be in this situation. This blog is honoring those individuals who have shown us incredible friendship and support throughout the last couple of weeks.

First of all, Todd and I work in a wonderful school district. I do not think we could have it better. When I called and told the secretary at work that I would not be coming in that afternoon... or the rest of the quarter... or the rest of the 3rd quarter... without a sub lined up, without any warning of my absence... she basically told me that she would take care of and then focused on Ruby's well-being. She was just the first of many individuals at work who stepped up to help us out. Both of our building principals have been wonderful-- as is the superintendent. They are flexible and supportive with our job responsibilities-- but, even better, is that they truly care about our family. Teachers from throughout the district have selflessly given up their own sick leave days to me and have done so anonymously without any expectation of a thank you from us. The people we work with are definitely a second family.

Speaking of working with great people, I am honored to call some of my fellow teachers and support staff friends. Linda Fuller and her family brought us out dinner first-- she even called dibs! We were spoiled with home made mac and cheese, baked ham, and blueberry muffins (that lasted us all week!) Kay Ernst brought out her famous potato soup (as requested) with rolls. Merri Jo Freese came out for a visit and brought dinner-- a casserole, brownies, and special "John Deere" jello jigglers for Rocco. Visiting with her has been one of the highlights of these last two weeks.

Nate and Angie Aldred are a special set of friends. Todd coaches with Nate. I had their son in class last year. We might not work with each other every day nor did we grow up together, but we consider them close friends who we hold close to our hearts. They brought us out dinner and visited for a bit. Angie shared stories of her pregnancies-- she is kind of an expert as a mother of five awesome kids! And the guys talked football. They are definitely a couple who we look up to as partners and parents.

One of the biggest team players in this whole thing has been Whitney Barnes. She is a rock star. Not only is she Rocco's babysitter (and a great one at that) but also a mother to two boys, a wife, and a great friend to us. She has brought out dinner twice to us-- both times the food has far exceeded our expectations. More importantly, I trust her with Rocco and can tell she genuinely loves the kid. Being at home without him is tough, but I can't think of anyone else who I'd rather have Rocco with than Whitney if he can't be with his own family. I sincerely appreciate her giving up so much of her own time with her family to help mine out.

Then there's the Super Woman of Malheur County-- Shannon Steele. My God, she puts the rest of us to shame! Wife, mother of four (including an infant!), head volleyball coach, full-time English teacher/Goddess of English, and multi-tasker extraordinaire are just a few of her MANY titles. If you know this woman, you know what I am talking about. Two fully loaded meals have been sent our way with baby Remington and toddler Lincoln in tow. She is far beyond just my partner in crime at work-- she is one of my rocks that I know I can count on for anything. I'm lucky to have her in my life and to call her my friend. Plus, Ruby and Remington are getting married, so we will be related some day, too.

As I type this-- Kelly Cobb (yet again another shining example of a rock star with a husband and five kids at home) is texting me to make arrangements to bring out dinner tomorrow night. And Marti Bair (another wonder-woman with two kiddos and one on the way, teacher, and wifey) is set to bring out dinner on Friday. Oh, and Amy Eddy who going to bring out an apple pie to sweeten up our lives.

That's not even touching on the fact that I have a list of people I could call right now who would be willing to drop what they are doing to do whatever I needed them to do to help me and my family out. Nor have I discussed my own family who are constantly helping us out-- especially my parents. I can't even begin to start thanking those who text me, call me, or leave me Facebook messages. I know there are many who I have not named that are deserving of our recognition-- you know who you are, and we thank you!

To say that Todd, Rocco, Ruby, and I live in a stellar community surrounded by the epitome of "good people" is a severe understatement. We are blessed beyond what words can describe. All I can say is "thank you" from the bottom of my heart to our loved ones-- family and friends-- who go above and beyond for us. We truly appreciate and love you.

Ruby's Baby Shower

Today, my aunt and sister-in-law threw the perfect little shower for Ruby and I. We were met with festive Fall decor, yummy smells, and fun pink "It's a Girl!" banners. There were beautiful little pastries filled with cream and fruit, mimosas (for those drinking), quiche, fruit, and other delicious treats. We started by eating these tasty morsels-- thank goodness, because I was starving (weird, I know!)-- before we started in on the games.

The games were unique and fun. First of all, we were told to guess how many diapers made up the enormous diaper cake (see photo below.) We were then given a sheet of paper with a list of celebrities and a list of names of their little girls. We were supposed to match the celebrity with the name. Seeing as I am an avid reader of Star, People, and National Inquirer, I had no problems and guessed the most correct. For some reason, I was the only one who spends to much time paying attention to trashy gossip rags, because everyone else struggled. (Hey, in my defense-- if you named your kid Rocco, you might pay attention to odd-ball celebrity baby names, too!) We then had another game in which we wrote down the names of various animal babies-- such as seal: pup, goat: kid, etc. The last activity was a fill-in-the-blank where everyone shared their wishes for Ruby. These wishes will be included in Ruby's scrap book.

(P.S. there are 147 diapers in that massive diaper cake!)

(Mama Kim, Sydney, and Rose)

(Ruby's future Mother-in-Law, Shannon, and husband, Remington)

After games, I opened many adorable gifts for Ruby. She is going to be one stylish chick! Her closet will be stocked with the cutest clothes, shoes, and accessories. In addition to lots of clothes, Ruby received books, handmade items (blankets, beanies, sweaters, hoodie towels, car seat cover, etc.), toys, bedding, bottles and nipples, and lots more. She is one loved little girl!

(Stephanie, Grandma Mary, Linda, Shannon, and Remington)

(Pat, Megan, and Stephanie)

(Stephanie, Me, Jennifer)

I am so grateful to share the day with such wonderful family and friends! And Ruby is lucky to be such a loved little girl. Thanks to everyone who came today, sent their well-wishes, and spoiled us. An even bigger thanks for Lora and Aunty Ann for hosting the shower.

Civil War

Nature vs. Science is the topic on my mind this morning. More specifically, the civil war brewing inside my own body.

On one side is Nature. My allegiance lies with Nature. I've actually told doctors and nurses, "I'm kind of an "Earth Mama' when it comes to taking medicine." Nature is telling me that it's time to have this baby. My cervix is ready, my uterus is ready, my hips are aching and spreading, and contractions held my uterus captive. Nature took an early lead in this war by bringing forth their version of silent assassins--hormones-- to spark these physical changes in my body.

But, facing the ultimate blow-- danger to one of my children-- forced me to rethink my allegiance. Call me Benedict Arnold. By my own doing, Nature's opponent, Science, took over. I am now the Science Army General. Science infiltrates the battlefield with a constant stream of pill soldiers (Nifedipine) armed with chemicals to relax the smooth muscle of the uterus and halt contractions.

Nature did not back down easily. It reared its ugly head and decided that attacking with fire was the best defense. Sure, the smooth muscles in my body might be relaxed, such as the uterus, and contractions are temporarily ceased. But that didn't stop my stomach and esophagus from relaxing, too. Heart burn and acid re-flux surged through my chest, throat, and mouth. Again, Science sent in more troops-- this time, ones specializing in fire-fighting (Zantac.)

The Commander in Chief in this situation-- Dr. Duncan-- brought on his own silent assassins. The ones that quietly speed up Ruby's lung development using super-human steroid strength just in case Nature prevails.

Nature says, "Take care of your child. Get up. Go to him. Pick him up. You're a bad mom if you aren't involved."

Science says, "Sit down. Stay put. Don't listen to Nature. It's a small sacrifice."

Even if Nature wins a battle-- maybe I deliver Ruby before 35 weeks and her lungs are not developed-- Science will win the war-- with technology and medicine, Ruby will ultimately be okay. She is worth the title of ultimate traitor, and I will proudly refer to myself as Ms. Arnold.

Tiny Dancer

Here is a sneak peek at Miss Ruby Fawn Shaffer-- Nov. 8, 2012

She is already stretching and preparing to become a dancer like her mama! That's her foot up above her head and against her forehead. She is still in the Frank Breech position.

Okay, do you see those lips? Wowza!

Quick recap on the appointment: My cervix is still soft and thin (but has not thinned more since Monday and not dilated-- all good news!), I received the second of three steroid shots to jump start Ruby's lung development, my amniotic fluid all looked great, Ruby is healthy, and I have these photos of her sweet face (and feet!) She is still in a Frank Breech position, but she still has time to turn. (Although, at this point, having a C-Section is the least of my worries, as I am more concerned with her health and her lungs.) So all is good. Still taking meds and being on bed rest, still need to go in twice a week. I'm at 33 weeks today so 2 more until the goal.

Bed Rest Perks

Rather than dwelling on the negatives of bed rest-- I'm fairly certain we all know about the negatives-- I'd rather spend some time discussing the perks of being on bed rest. A friend of mine (who also dealt with bed rest) told me a great piece of advice. She said that the easiest way to get through bed rest is to do something that makes you feel like you have accomplished something every day. I am taking her advice to heart!

Art
I can't remember the last time I sat down and created something for myself, just for fun, just because I was inspired. Usually, I just don't have the time. I have lots of ideas, though. Well, I finally have time and an excuse to sit and create. So far, I have made a painting for the master bathroom. I did a technique where I applied puff paint to a canvas-- white on white-- then covered it with thick paint. I then wiped the paint away, leaving only a thin layer of color, which revealed the texture of the puff paint over the canvas. It turned out pretty well. I plan on painting Rocco a firetruck for his room, which I will give him for Christmas. And I plan on creating a couple of artworks for Ruby's room, as well. She needs something personalized and something with a fawn.

Writing
For the past two summers, I have been involved in the Oregon Writing Project. Every morning of the OWP, participants are required to spend time doing some personal writing. It's always great and therapeutic. But I never seem to do it on my own-- I never find the time. I started this blog to allow myself personal writing time, and it has been a good way to help me pass time while on bed rest. It is also therapeutic in the sense that it helps me get out some worries onto paper and out of my head. This process is probably much easier because I am able to "get it out" in a healthy way.

Baths
No showers for this girl. Nope! I get to take a bath-- ALL BY MYSELF-- whenever I want. I can even have bubbles. The last baths I have taken were with Rocco. You can imagine how that goes. He uses my arms and legs as race tracks, I am his target for squirt toys, and it is anything but relaxing. A definite perk of bed rest is bath time.

Peace and Quiet
This is a toughie-- on one hand, the silence and being all alone all day stinks. But, on the other hand, I welcome some time alone in absolute silence. No football on TV, no cartoons, no temper tantrums from the kiddo. Just the windows open with an amazing view and whatever I'm working on at the time. Many people have mentioned to me that maybe being put on bed rest was God's way of allowing me some much-needed calm before Hurricane "Two-Children Under the Age of 3" hits our home. I think this is an excellent way of thinking about it.

Communication
What is the biggest excuse for not staying in touch with people? I'm too busy. Well, I'm not too busy right now. It's been great to just reach out momentarily to chat or email or text loved ones. It makes my day brighter and probably their day brighter, too.

Reading
This goes hand-in-hand with everything else I have listed here-- I just never seem to find the time to read for pleasure. Currently, I am reading two books simultaneously: a novel about Frida Kahlo and The Hunger Games (yes, I am so behind the times, I get it.)

Scrap Booking
Ruby will have an amazing scrap book and baby book! I am making sure to document all of this for her so she knows "her story" when she gets older. I am also using it as blackmail for her angry tween and teen years-- muah ha ha!

Odds & Ends
Hey, are your Christmas cards done? Oh, well, mine are. And it's only November 6th. What will I be doing next week? Writing the thank you cards for my baby shower on Sunday. Recla Farms needs a new logo? On it. Christmas shopping? Two carts full already! This is a great time of year to get those odds and ends taken care of.

Baby Update

I went in for an appointment today with my doctor after spending the weekend on bed rest. I don't have a lot to update you on, but I do have more answers to my seemingly endless list of questions.

First of all-- like I try to stress-- the good news: no changes, which is a great thing. My cervix is still closed, yet soft and thinning. I am still on bed rest. I got to listen to Ruby's heartbeat, which is always miraculous and makes me feel at ease. Every time my doctor listens to the heart beat-- every single time-- he says, "Wow, this kid is active!" (After hearing this many, many times, I'm beginning to wonder if I am going to have a little girl very similar to her brother.) Dr. Duncan also said that he felt confident that I would go to at least 35 weeks and that Ruby's lungs will be developed by then after I receive the three superhero shots to develop her lungs.

If I go into labor before I am 35 weeks, I will go to Holy Rosary (yes, I know it is now St. Al's, but I will forever call it Holy Rosary.) If I am not too progressed in my labor, I will be transported via ambulance to the NICU at St. Luke's in Boise. Todd will follow in the car. If I am too far into labor, I will be forced to deliver at Holy Rosary. Ruby will then be transported to St. Luke's. In this situation, Todd will follow Ruby over to the NICU while I am to remain at Holy Rosary until I am discharged. If I deliver vaginally, I could go to her within hours of delivery. If I deliver C-section, it will be longer. As of today, Ruby is still in the Frank Breech position-- her butt is down, her head is right under my sternum, and her feet are up by her face.

The thought of being separated from my child absolutely terrifies me. To put things into perspective-- Rocco is 26 months old, and I have never left him over night. When he was first born, I demanded that someone keep their eyes on him every second for the first two weeks of his life. I am not prepared to be separated from Ruby minutes after she is born. I am beyond the point of being stressed or worried. I am just scared; really, really scared. And I have no control, which is the worst part.

I just have to make it to the 35th week. It's not an option.

If I go into labor after 35 weeks, like I said earlier, Dr. Duncan feels confident that Ruby will be just fine and able to breathe on her own. She might have to stay in the hospital for a few days, but she will not be on a respirator, nor will she be in the NICU.

I go back in on Thursday for my second shot. The following week, I have an ultrasound. They will continue to monitor my progress (or, hopefully, lack of progress) until I go into labor.

PLEASE, please, please keep sending good thoughts our way that we make it to the 35th week mark. I will be 33 weeks on Thursday. Every day seems like a milestone.

Jaxon's Baby Shower Part II

Yesterday was Lora's baby shower celebrating the forthcoming arrival of baby Jaxon Jace Ray. Surrounded by her loved ones, Lora received many great gifts, had a delicious brunch, and lots of laughs. We are all excited to meet the little guy in January!

To read Part I of Jaxon's Baby Shower, click on this link: http://keepingupwiththeshaffers.blogspot.com/2012/11/jaxons-baby-shower-part-i.html

Here are some highlights from the shower...

Guests writing notes on diapers and notes for Jaxon's baby book; guests guessing how many baby items are in the basket

Mikaela, Kim, and Andrea

Eating brunch: cranberry cinnamon rolls, tourtierre, coffee, and OJ

Decorating a tank top for Jax

Some of the cute decorated onesies

Jaxon's quilt from his Great Grandma Jackie

The beautiful, glowing mama-to-be!

Andrea and Stephanie kicking butt in the kitchen; Jaxon onesie decor-- made by yours truly!

Lora and Jason as babies-- so cute!

Books instead of greeting cards-- such a great idea and way to start Jaxon's library!

In Sickness and in Health

Disclaimer: I'm usually not much of a sappy kinda gal. Actually, I cringe when I read certain greeting cards. I hate predictable endings to movies. I root for the bad guy just because it seems more realistic to life we experience. And I loathe romantic comedies. But this turn of events-- along with pregnancy hormones-- has made me a whole heck of a lot more sentimental than usual. For those of you with sensitive gag reflexes, you might skip this post...

I think one of the most happily surprising aspects of bed rest has been watching my husband in full force beast mode. Currently, the beast lightly slumbers on the couch after another day's work of full-time daddy, housekeeper, husband, care-giver, and superhero.

My house is clean and tidy. The dishes and laundry, for the most part, are done. The fridge and pantry is stocked.

Rocco is happily watching cartoons and sitting beside his napping daddy. He is clean, well-fed, and has Lightning McQueen pajamas on. He has brushed his teeth and his hair is combed. His day was filled with riding his horsey (Rocco sitting on Todd's back; Todd crawling around on his hands and knees), wrestling his arch nemesis (Todd), playing outside (with Todd), building houses with Lincoln Logs, using his tools to fix stuff, hiding (inside his dad's shirt) from mama, growling like a dinosaur, scaring his dad as a ferocious monster, and other exciting toddler boy stuff.

I am well-fed and have been waited on hand-and-foot. My alarm goes off and, without even saying anything, Todd grabs my medication. He refills my glass immediately after I gulp my last bit of water. I re-adjust myself on the couch/chair/bed and he asks, "Are you okay?" He is constantly asking if I need anything while he is up-- or when he is sitting around. I haven't seen one ounce of bitterness, crankiness, resentment, or annoyance from him since I have been sentenced to life on the sidelines, which is pretty damn outstanding. I'd like to say that if the tables were turned, I would handle the situation as gracefully as he has, but, really, he is quickly approaching saint-hood status that would be difficult to measure up to.

Every day life gets hectic and sometimes we lose sight of just how good we have it. I always know I have a good husband and marriage. But the last few days-- these crazy, life-seems-upside-down-days-- have made me realize that I have a phenomenal husband and marriage. It takes me back to how proud I felt on the day I married Todd, and how much I admire his character. I will never again second-guess where his priorities lie. It's quite obvious.

I always joke and say that the reason I married Todd was because he's the only man who can put up with my wide-array of shit. (Which is partly true...) 

But the fact of the matter is that I married Todd because he is deep-down, to the core, a really, really amazing man. I am lucky to have him as my partner.

Jaxon's Baby Shower Part I

Tomorrow (with a lotta help from my friends) I am hosting a baby shower for Lora to celebrate baby Jax. It will be a brunch with great people, great food, and fun activities. I will post photos next week! Here are some things I have planned for tomorrow's festivities:

Baby Wishes
I am going to ask guests to write a note to Jaxon for his baby book. One of the best things we did while pregnant with Rocco was ask loved ones to write down their top three baby names for a boy and girl. It's fun to look back at those notes. I know that Jason and Lora (and eventually Jaxon) will also like looking back on those notes.

Words of Encouragement
Guests will leave Lora and Jason a note scribbled in Sharpie on newborn diapers for those late-night diaper changes. Notes might be encouraging or funny! Plus, it is a great way for Lora to start her diaper collection. She will need lots!

Guess How Many
I have purchased a variety of miscellaneous baby items for Lora and Jax. These items will go into a cellophane bag-- guests will have to guess how many items there are in the bag. The guest with the closest guess will win a prize. This is a tried-and-true baby shower game, but a great way to get Lora some baby loot!

Decorate a Onesie
Each guest will pick their favorite onesie and decorate it using decals and fabric paint. Not only will Lora get some new, personalized clothes for Jax, but the guest with the winning onesie design (as picked by Lora) will win a gift.

How Well Do You Know The Mama-to-Be?
I have devised a list of characteristics and qualities, such as eye color, hair color, height, hunting skills, etc. Beside each quality is a box for Lora and a box for Jason. Guests will have to determine how Lora thinks as far as what qualities she hopes Jaxon gets from her and which ones he gets from Jason. The guest with the most accurate guesses wins a gift.

But we all know that the best part of any gathering is the food. Among the typical breakfasty items, there will be one of my most favorite dishes of all time: tourtiere. Tourtiere is a French-Canadian meat pie traditionally served during Christmas. It is hearty, full of comforting spices, warm, filling, and yummy. I will admit-- the first time I encountered tourtiere I thought, "I don't know about this-- meat pie sounds kinda scary!" Well, it was the opposite-- totally not scary; totally delish. I have made this pie for lots of people and have never found one person who does not like it. Since I am off of my feet, my sous chef, Andrea, will be handed down my prized recipe and make the pies this time around. The other amazing aspect of this dish is that you can make it the day or evening before you need it, refrigerate it, and reheat it in the oven the next morning or day. It holds up really well. And tastes just as delish!

It made me think-- you know, everyone should experience this amazing dish for themselves. (I'm only being stingy with my recipe because, well, I like taking credit for the few recipes in which I feel like a Master Chef.) With the holidays approaching, you have time to master it before Thanksgiving and Christmas. I know that I plan on making a pie (or two) for breakfast on Thanksgiving and Christmas morning. Enjoy!

Tourtiere Recipe

1 lb. ground pork

½ teaspoon pepper

¼ teaspoon ground cloves

1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

1 cup water

1 teaspoon salt

¼ teaspoon cinnamon

4 tablespoons cornstarch (or as much as needed to thicken mixture to gravy-like consistency)

Pastry for 2-crust pie

1 cup applesauce

Directions:

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a dry pan, combine all ingredients except for applesauce and pastry. Blend thoroughly. Simmer, covered for 30 minutes, stirring frequently (or until pork is completely cooked.) Add applesauce. Get pie pans ready—put one part of the pastry down into the pan; save the other for the top of the pie. Pour meat mixture into pie pan. Cover pie with remaining pastry and seal edge. Cut slits in top of pie to allow steam to escape during baking. Bake in oven for 10 minutes. Reduce oven heat to 350 degrees and bake 20 minutes longer, or until top of pie is golden brown.  

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates...

...You never know what you're gonna get.

This quote seems to pretty much sum up the ultra-sound and doctor appointment Todd and I experienced today.

Let's start with the good news first: Ruby is healthy and perfect. her heartbeat is strong, her development is normal, she is 4 lbs. (a little bit tinier than average but nothing to worry about at all.) I am in almost perfect health. My fluids all look great, as does my placenta.

Here's one aspect that was the beginning of the "bad news" (which, keep reading, there is a bright side to that, too): Ruby is completely breech. Her head is right under my sternum with her back curved along my left side, her little butt sits right on top of my cervix area, her legs curl up around my right side, and her little perfect feet are right in front of her face. That means that we did not get to see her lovely little face today. We managed to see her toes, an ear, and a partial glimpse of an eye and nose.

The next thing the ultra-sound tech checked was my cervix. This is where the "bad news" really starts. As you readers already know, I am experiencing preterm labor which has had to be stopped with meds. The cervix has also started its job for the birthing process. It is soft and short. I am not dilated at all, which is good, but there are some precautions that need to be made at this point.

First of all, I am to continue to take the meds to keep the contractions and pre-term labor at bay. I was given the first of a series of steroid shots that basically kick-start Ruby's lung development. From what I know-- which is limited-- a baby's lungs do not fully develop until around the 36th/37th week. I am-- as of today-- exactly 32 weeks. Because my cervix is soft and short-- or thinning-- I have been put on bed rest until Ruby makes her appearance. We left the appointment with the mindset that we would be doing everything in our powers to keep Ruby inside of me for at least 3 more weeks, if not longer.

At 35 weeks, the local hospital will deliver a baby if the baby has had those super lung development shots. If a baby comes before 35 weeks, patients are transported to a Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) in Boise. Lucky for us, there is an excellent NICU at St. Luke's in Boise, which is only about an hour away from Vale. I have heard great things about this place and the staff. I even had a good friend work there for a period of time, so I feel really good about that aspect should we cross that bridge.

We need your positive thoughts and, if you are religious or spiritual, prayers to make it to the 35 week mark (if not longer!) Ruby might think she is in charge, but, really, she has no idea who she is dealing with-- her MOTHER! She has no idea yet what kind of super powers I possess. I can definitely do anything for 3 weeks-- especially for my child.

Lucky for us, if life truly is a box of chocolates, we are fortunate to have been given a box of Godiva Chocolates. Even if we bite into a chocolate with the expectation of creamy caramel filling and instead get raspberry, we're still eating Godiva Chocolate. There's nothing negative about that!

Alright-- back to some positives: I am, for the most part, healthy. Ruby is healthy. Todd, Rocco, and I are surrounded by amazing friends and family and coworkers who will help make this situation as easy as possible on us. We are very, very fortunate. We have good insurance, good jobs, and are financially secure. I have a nice, new home to hang out in for the next three weeks. I have started a "Kick Bed Rest's Ass" list with lots of things to keep me preoccupied. Rocco has a wonderful babysitter who will make sure he is having good days while he is at her house. There are lots more I could add to the list-- it is all good. Everything will be okay. Even if we get more of those raspberry centers.

I start going in next week twice a week to be monitored. Maybe Ruby will start to feel a little guilty about all the stress she is already causing me (hell, it's like I'm already dealing with a teenager! LOL) and make sure she's camera ready at the next ultra-sound. If so, I will make sure to post some photos for all of my loyal readers.

Until then, if you find yourself bored during the day, email me, text me, call me, or even stop by. If you are reading this, I know that you will be thinking of us and for that I thank you. Please send Godiva Chocolates. (I'm joking.)