Monday, May 4, 2009
Parker is 1 month!!
Why does it always seem like the times you want to just creep by always seem to fly by? Parker is over a month old and pretty soon I will be going back to work. Man I can't believe it. Even though I don't get a lot of sleep, it has been totally worth it. He has already grown so much and he even smiles!! Don't think I am crazy but he has also rolled over a couple of times. Now I don't think Parker is super advanced but I do think that he is really strong and has long legs and arms that help him get over. I am proud of him. I love that every morning after I drink my coffee, he lays on my belly and snuggle till he falls asleep. I love watching my husband change diapers and fall asleep on the couch with the boy on his chest. So I leave you with some of his 1 month pics.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
No sleep and still going strong!
You would think that getting barely any sleep your body would just shut down. Well suprisingly mine hasn't. Believe me I do wish that I could get atleast 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep, but I can't and I can still function!! I was very surprised at this. Although I do believe the lack of sleep is affecting my dreams. Now I have always had very WEIRD dreams, but it seems like lately they have just gotten weirder. Last night I had a dream that Steven was an infomertial salesman. He was actually the guy that does P90X system. (its a workout program if you missed the million commercials) Well in my dream I wanted to get the program and he told me that I wouldn't be able to do it because I was a sissy. I know its weird. Also the weirdest part was the fact that on every appendage he had he had on 3 sweat bands and REALLY short shorts. Richard Simmons short. I wonder if there is any cure for this? This Friday I am leaving Parker with Steven for a night while I go to my cousin's wedding. Please be thinking about them and maybe say a little prayer. They are going to need all the help they can get. I know that Steven will take really good care of Parker, I just don't know if they will have enough milk. So Steven might have to give Parker some formula and I don't know how Parker will take it. I am just going to go to Houston and try not to check in every 5 minutes.
Well I
will leave you now with some pictures of Parker...
This was the first bath!!! He was not happy, He gets that from his father. Steven doesn't like to be clean either.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Welcome to the world Parker Spiess!!
March 31 we welcomed Parker to the world!! He is 21.5 inches long and weighed 7lb 1 oz. He is Tall and skinny just like his daddy. We are so blessed by him and thank God for him everyday. It is amazing how having a child can make you love your husband that much more. I didn't think I could love Steven any more than I did but after Parker was born I found out that I was wrong. Steven took such great care of me and of Parker. I couldn't have done anything without him and his strength. He stayed calm when things got rough in labor and didn't even blink when I might not have been so nice. He helped me when I couldn't get around and he let me lean on him when I didn't think the pain would end. So I love Steven more today than I ever thought possible. Well I guess some of you might want to see pictures so here he is..... Parker Edward Spiess!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Please don't judge me...
Ok so I found a paper that I wrote in college and I have decided to post it onto my blog. Please don't judge...its not like its a boring research paper. I think its kinda funny but you might not. Its a paper about when I had my appendix taken out about 5 or 6 years ago. I don't know how many grammatical errors there are. Let me know what you think! (well unless you think it stinks, then you can just lie and tell me how awesome it is.
The pain in my side came quick but stayed for a while as if to punish me for something I did in a past life. I lay curled in the fetal position in my bed confused about what just happened. I rolled over to look at the clock, 5:30 am, way too early to wake up. I did not have to be at work till 10:00, so I decided to go back to sleep. Just as my head touched the pillow, WHAM the pain hit again. I felt like a knife slowly entered my side and then someone turned it in slow circles just to watch me squirm. This pain did not seem like it wanted to go away so easily. After the second wave of pain left, I decided it best that I get out of bed and go into the living room.
When I finally crawled into the living room, I saw my granny sitting in her usual recliner. She looked just as she did when I left her the night before. She sat reading the same vulgar romantic novel as she always did. Before I even had a chance to tell her about the excruciating pain in my side, she peered over her book and said, “Amanda would you mind taking out the trash since you are up?”
“Sure Granny. I would be happy to take the trash out.” I said grimacing from the pain.
So I wandered into the garage and grabbed the three bags of trash while fighting off the need to pass out. As soon as I bent over to grab the last bag of trash, the pain hit me again. This time it felt like an eighteen ton truck ran over my side. I dropped the trash and clutched my side for dear life. After ten minutes, I finally moved the trash down to the end of my driveway. I found myself sweating like a fifty year old obese man. I had no idea what ailed me but I knew it was something horrible.
When I entered the living room again, my granny looked up from her book long enough to notice the puddles of sweat on my face and shirt. She asked me if I felt ok and I told her that for some reason my body hated me and I thought I felt my insides ejecting slowly out of my bellybutton. After discussing my options with Granny, we decided I should take a trip to the emergency room. After calling my work to tell them I would not come in, Granny and I set off for the emergency room.
We finally got to the emergency room after what seemed like an eternity. Luckily I did not wait long and before I knew what happened, a doctor stood in front of me asking me all kinds of questions. I answered all the questions to the best of my ability and then he asked the million dollar question, “So do you want any pain medication?”
As I answered the question, I could not believe what I said. I actually told him that I did not want any pain medication; I wanted to tough it out. What a stupid thing to say! The doctor said ok and he would have to have a cat scan done to see if I needed to have my appendix taken out. After he left, I soon regretted my decision for no pain medicine when the stomach cramps kept getting stronger and stronger. Right when I began to think things could not get any worse, they soon did. I heard a knock at the door and behind the door stood a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
She bounded in the room like a child looking for Christmas presents. Her pony tail swung on the top of her head like a pendulum with every step. I did not think that much spunk could possibly reside in one person, but it sure did. Her hot pink scrubs almost blinded me when she came through the room. As she rummaged through every single drawer in the room, I cringed as I pondered the thought that she might have to take care of me. Then my nightmare came true, she spoke, “Hello everybody, how is everyone doing today? My name’s Candy and I am your nurse!”
Oh the horror! I pulled the paper blanket over my face and said a silent prayer. I could just see this woman getting my charts mixed up and ending up getting a prostate exam instead of going and getting a cat scan. I did not think I could handle her perkiness especially with out drugs. As I watched her grab a pair of gloves and search for just the right needle to shove into my arm, I suddenly realized exactly what she aimed to do to me. I had not noticed when she first came into the room, but she did not come in here to just give me a simple shot and then leave. Panic streamed over my body as I knew what she came in here to do. The IV bag of saline sat right next to her, and with a toothy grin she said, “OK now let me see your hand so I can give you an IV! Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt at all!”
“What does she know about pain”, I thought. Here she stands wanting me to give her my hand so she can shove a needle through my skin! Is it not bad enough that my side felt as though a knife permanently embedded itself there, and now this Mickey Mouse Club reject wanted me to willingly give her my hand so she could inflict more pain upon me! I hesitated as I finally gave her my left hand. If I gave her my left hand and she managed to ruin that one I would not have too many problems because I would still have my dominant right hand. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. The needle stung as it crept into my skin. At least now I could renege on my decision to no pain medication. As Candy taped the tubing down on my arm, I found this a perfect opportunity to ask for some drugs. “Candy, do you think I could get some pain medication soon? I am really hurting.” I asked.
“Well, sure honey! Let me just go ask your doctor!” Candy said as she bounded out of my room just as she had entered. I thought what a heavenly person. I knew I liked her as soon as I met her. Ten minutes later, the angel known as Candy reentered my room carrying a Styrofoam cup.
“Well sugar, the doctor says you can not have any pain medication because you are going to get your cat scan done in a short while. Now I just need you to drink this orange-strawberry drink for me so we can see your insides better when we do your CAT scan,” she said.
I took the cup from her and thought how wonderful, I love oranges and I love strawberries. As soon as the mixture touched my lips, I knew this drink came from the devil. Every time I swallowed the drink seemed to grow! I tried drinking fast but the faster I drank the faster the drink came back up. That devil woman wanted to poison me! I finally finished the drink and glared at the face of my arch nemesis known as Candy. My thoughts of revenge on Candy soon stopped and were replaced by the pain in my side. Maybe if I could just hit my head hard enough on the wall I could knock myself out and then I would not feel anything, so I lifted my head and before I could slam it back down a large scary orderly came into my room.
He towered over me, staring as I slowly sat in the wheel chair. A slight breeze crept by giving me a whiff of his smell, old spice and cigars, not the best combination. Gigantor, I called him, came to take me to my CAT scan, or at least I hoped he came to take me there. Slowly we crept through hallways. I tried to keep track of where we went but after what seemed like the eighth left, I lost track. Finally we reached our destination and I finally got my CAT scan. After Gigantor wheeled me back to my room, I waited to receive my results.
The doctor entered the room finally, results in hand. After spending five hours in the emergency room, I would finally find out what ailed me. I suddenly thought what if I just had a really bad case of gas? I would just crawl under a rock and never come out. The doctor came in, sat down and gave me the doctor look. He then took a deep breath and sighed. Oh no, this is bad I thought. Say something doc! Quit taking your sweet time, if I am dying you can tell me. Finally he spoke, “Your test results are back and you need to have your appendix taken out. The surgeon is going to take a look at these results but we won’t need to do surgery till tomorrow. So have you changed your mind about that pain medication yet?”
“Give me all the pain medication you want doc!” I replied.
Five minutes later Candy came in with the best present a girl could ever ask for, Demerol. Alas, finally the knife stopped turning in my side and I did not hurt. As the drugs streamed into my blood, I decided to forgive Candy for wanting to poison me and let bye gones be bye gones. As all my troubles seemed to wash away with one little shot, I decided to take a much needed nap. To my surprise, my doctor’s plans differed from my own.
My doctor reentered my room in a panic, but at this point I really did not care. When I realized Kermit the Frog happened to also be my doctor, I knew something was wrong. The surgeon looked at my lab results and decided that he needed to take my appendix out as soon as possible. So Candy and Gigantor came and rushed me to the surgical ward. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital room with a couple of cuts on my belly and my mom by my side asking if I needed anything.
Turns out the problem wasn’t gas, I needed to have my appendix removed in a hurry. I still don’t remember much after getting the shot of Demerol, but I do know I awoke with one less internal organ and that imaginary knife finally dislodged from my side. I left the hospital later that next day, but not before Candy could take another stab at my life when she tripped on my IV tube almost ripping it out of my hand. Fortunately my side to this day does not hurt and I have not needed the services of my favorite nurse Candy.
The pain in my side came quick but stayed for a while as if to punish me for something I did in a past life. I lay curled in the fetal position in my bed confused about what just happened. I rolled over to look at the clock, 5:30 am, way too early to wake up. I did not have to be at work till 10:00, so I decided to go back to sleep. Just as my head touched the pillow, WHAM the pain hit again. I felt like a knife slowly entered my side and then someone turned it in slow circles just to watch me squirm. This pain did not seem like it wanted to go away so easily. After the second wave of pain left, I decided it best that I get out of bed and go into the living room.
When I finally crawled into the living room, I saw my granny sitting in her usual recliner. She looked just as she did when I left her the night before. She sat reading the same vulgar romantic novel as she always did. Before I even had a chance to tell her about the excruciating pain in my side, she peered over her book and said, “Amanda would you mind taking out the trash since you are up?”
“Sure Granny. I would be happy to take the trash out.” I said grimacing from the pain.
So I wandered into the garage and grabbed the three bags of trash while fighting off the need to pass out. As soon as I bent over to grab the last bag of trash, the pain hit me again. This time it felt like an eighteen ton truck ran over my side. I dropped the trash and clutched my side for dear life. After ten minutes, I finally moved the trash down to the end of my driveway. I found myself sweating like a fifty year old obese man. I had no idea what ailed me but I knew it was something horrible.
When I entered the living room again, my granny looked up from her book long enough to notice the puddles of sweat on my face and shirt. She asked me if I felt ok and I told her that for some reason my body hated me and I thought I felt my insides ejecting slowly out of my bellybutton. After discussing my options with Granny, we decided I should take a trip to the emergency room. After calling my work to tell them I would not come in, Granny and I set off for the emergency room.
We finally got to the emergency room after what seemed like an eternity. Luckily I did not wait long and before I knew what happened, a doctor stood in front of me asking me all kinds of questions. I answered all the questions to the best of my ability and then he asked the million dollar question, “So do you want any pain medication?”
As I answered the question, I could not believe what I said. I actually told him that I did not want any pain medication; I wanted to tough it out. What a stupid thing to say! The doctor said ok and he would have to have a cat scan done to see if I needed to have my appendix taken out. After he left, I soon regretted my decision for no pain medicine when the stomach cramps kept getting stronger and stronger. Right when I began to think things could not get any worse, they soon did. I heard a knock at the door and behind the door stood a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
She bounded in the room like a child looking for Christmas presents. Her pony tail swung on the top of her head like a pendulum with every step. I did not think that much spunk could possibly reside in one person, but it sure did. Her hot pink scrubs almost blinded me when she came through the room. As she rummaged through every single drawer in the room, I cringed as I pondered the thought that she might have to take care of me. Then my nightmare came true, she spoke, “Hello everybody, how is everyone doing today? My name’s Candy and I am your nurse!”
Oh the horror! I pulled the paper blanket over my face and said a silent prayer. I could just see this woman getting my charts mixed up and ending up getting a prostate exam instead of going and getting a cat scan. I did not think I could handle her perkiness especially with out drugs. As I watched her grab a pair of gloves and search for just the right needle to shove into my arm, I suddenly realized exactly what she aimed to do to me. I had not noticed when she first came into the room, but she did not come in here to just give me a simple shot and then leave. Panic streamed over my body as I knew what she came in here to do. The IV bag of saline sat right next to her, and with a toothy grin she said, “OK now let me see your hand so I can give you an IV! Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt at all!”
“What does she know about pain”, I thought. Here she stands wanting me to give her my hand so she can shove a needle through my skin! Is it not bad enough that my side felt as though a knife permanently embedded itself there, and now this Mickey Mouse Club reject wanted me to willingly give her my hand so she could inflict more pain upon me! I hesitated as I finally gave her my left hand. If I gave her my left hand and she managed to ruin that one I would not have too many problems because I would still have my dominant right hand. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. The needle stung as it crept into my skin. At least now I could renege on my decision to no pain medication. As Candy taped the tubing down on my arm, I found this a perfect opportunity to ask for some drugs. “Candy, do you think I could get some pain medication soon? I am really hurting.” I asked.
“Well, sure honey! Let me just go ask your doctor!” Candy said as she bounded out of my room just as she had entered. I thought what a heavenly person. I knew I liked her as soon as I met her. Ten minutes later, the angel known as Candy reentered my room carrying a Styrofoam cup.
“Well sugar, the doctor says you can not have any pain medication because you are going to get your cat scan done in a short while. Now I just need you to drink this orange-strawberry drink for me so we can see your insides better when we do your CAT scan,” she said.
I took the cup from her and thought how wonderful, I love oranges and I love strawberries. As soon as the mixture touched my lips, I knew this drink came from the devil. Every time I swallowed the drink seemed to grow! I tried drinking fast but the faster I drank the faster the drink came back up. That devil woman wanted to poison me! I finally finished the drink and glared at the face of my arch nemesis known as Candy. My thoughts of revenge on Candy soon stopped and were replaced by the pain in my side. Maybe if I could just hit my head hard enough on the wall I could knock myself out and then I would not feel anything, so I lifted my head and before I could slam it back down a large scary orderly came into my room.
He towered over me, staring as I slowly sat in the wheel chair. A slight breeze crept by giving me a whiff of his smell, old spice and cigars, not the best combination. Gigantor, I called him, came to take me to my CAT scan, or at least I hoped he came to take me there. Slowly we crept through hallways. I tried to keep track of where we went but after what seemed like the eighth left, I lost track. Finally we reached our destination and I finally got my CAT scan. After Gigantor wheeled me back to my room, I waited to receive my results.
The doctor entered the room finally, results in hand. After spending five hours in the emergency room, I would finally find out what ailed me. I suddenly thought what if I just had a really bad case of gas? I would just crawl under a rock and never come out. The doctor came in, sat down and gave me the doctor look. He then took a deep breath and sighed. Oh no, this is bad I thought. Say something doc! Quit taking your sweet time, if I am dying you can tell me. Finally he spoke, “Your test results are back and you need to have your appendix taken out. The surgeon is going to take a look at these results but we won’t need to do surgery till tomorrow. So have you changed your mind about that pain medication yet?”
“Give me all the pain medication you want doc!” I replied.
Five minutes later Candy came in with the best present a girl could ever ask for, Demerol. Alas, finally the knife stopped turning in my side and I did not hurt. As the drugs streamed into my blood, I decided to forgive Candy for wanting to poison me and let bye gones be bye gones. As all my troubles seemed to wash away with one little shot, I decided to take a much needed nap. To my surprise, my doctor’s plans differed from my own.
My doctor reentered my room in a panic, but at this point I really did not care. When I realized Kermit the Frog happened to also be my doctor, I knew something was wrong. The surgeon looked at my lab results and decided that he needed to take my appendix out as soon as possible. So Candy and Gigantor came and rushed me to the surgical ward. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital room with a couple of cuts on my belly and my mom by my side asking if I needed anything.
Turns out the problem wasn’t gas, I needed to have my appendix removed in a hurry. I still don’t remember much after getting the shot of Demerol, but I do know I awoke with one less internal organ and that imaginary knife finally dislodged from my side. I left the hospital later that next day, but not before Candy could take another stab at my life when she tripped on my IV tube almost ripping it out of my hand. Fortunately my side to this day does not hurt and I have not needed the services of my favorite nurse Candy.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Shower and a day off
Ok so I know that I'm suppossed to be at school today but I NEEDED a day off. I started getting REALLY cranky and snappy with my kids and I don't want to be like that with them. It had gotten to the point to where I could have made them cry with only my words. Because of that I decided that I would take today off and rest and relax. So far this is the only productive thing I have done all day and it feels pretty good. I guess I really needed the rest because I slept for 11 hours last night. I feel much better and more relaxed already and around 1:45 I will not know what to do with myself because I am going to get a prenatal massage. My wonderful husband got this for me as a Christmas present. Its going to be a good day.
Sunday was my shower at Alpine and it was AMAZING!!! I think I developed carpal tunnel from opening presents. (there were a lot) When we brought all the presents into Parker's room and laid them all out they were almost overwhelming to see. Steven and I feel so loved by Alpine and Daingerfield Church of Christ after that shower. We have just about every thing we need. I just want to say thank you for the great shower! Also, Jill thanks for not making it a Whinnie the Poo shower! I now vow to only give an appropriate amount of ring pops as presents to your son.
Here are some pictures from the shower and of Parker's room.
me and my mom and my mother in law mary sue (who hopefully Parker will call Big Momma)
Steven and I with all the presents
The presents before the massive unwrapping
This is just one side of Parker's room. There are more Presents on the other side.
Oh if anyone needs any gift bags for a baby shower I've got you covered. I have enough to last till the end of time.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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Friday, January 23, 2009
Not Too Much Longer!!
OK so I am sitting in class waiting for couple of students to finish their tests and it has just dawned on me how close I am to having Parker!! HOLY MENUDO!!! It is the 23rd and I am due 4/5!!! I know I will get everything done, but still its kinda scary. Its a good thing that I have a great husband that will put up with all my craziness and that will admit that he is scared too. I am also coming to the realization that Parker has to come out of me and that it is REALLY going to hurt. But I can handle it. I can be tough, partly because I know that he is only going to get bigger and he can't stay inside me.
It has been really great being preggers. We sit on the couch and watch Parker move and grove in my belly. Sometimes I think he is doing somersaults in there, and he probably is. We are cleaning out his room and getting ready to paint. This is the part I am really excited about.
Well my kids are finishing up so I better teach. We are starting to learn about the Pythagorean Theorem. WOOHOO!!
It has been really great being preggers. We sit on the couch and watch Parker move and grove in my belly. Sometimes I think he is doing somersaults in there, and he probably is. We are cleaning out his room and getting ready to paint. This is the part I am really excited about.
Well my kids are finishing up so I better teach. We are starting to learn about the Pythagorean Theorem. WOOHOO!!
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