Thursday, July 24, 2008

No More Ladders!

It's that time of year that I usually's the 24th of July! The Pioneer Days Celebrations! I always have enjoyed everything until this year. It has just been one thing after another. Part of that is our own fault because we are in charge of the dances that run all three nights for the third year in a row. I didn't want to do the dances at all this year because I am about ready to pop, and I had planned on hiding from the public. Trevor said no that we needed to do it for at least one more year. I think that was the beginning of all our problems....
The last two years it seemed like we had countless people offering to help and things just worked out. This year has been quite different. No one would help in any way. Trash bags weren't provided for the trash cans, we had a hard time getting a band, one bishop wouldn't help chaperone...or even find someone to do it, and then there was the light hanging....
Normally the building that is used for the dances is cleaned for us and then someone from the county and some prison workers come and hang our lights and orange fencing to section off the building. Well, we tried to get a hold of the county worker and he never answered his phone. Trevor decided that he could do the lights and everything himself on his day off on Monday. I told him to wait and get help from his dad and brother, but he didn't want to wait. He got a ladder and got busy. It wasn't an 'A' frame ladder, it was an older (rickety in my opinion) ladder that you lean. I told him I didn't think it was safe, and he knew it wasn't as well, but he just was trying to get some of the work done so we wouldn't have to rush and do it all at once.
Trevor was about 10 to 12 feet in the air and no one was around but me. I was across the building and couldn't do anything really to help, but watch. I swear the whole incident was in slow motion. Trevor pulled on the wire he had too hard or something and the whole ladder began to slide down. I instantly started to freak out! I couldn't do anything to stop my husband from potentially killing himself. Trevor kind of braced himself as far as I could tell and fell the whole way down. I think it was lucky that he stayed on the ladder, because I think it could have been worse. The ladder came down with Trevor and I went running and screaming and crying towards Trevor. He instantly got up, but it wasn't good. He was in shock. His head had hit the ladder and was bleeding, but I couldn't see any other damage. He had knocked the breath completely out of him and I thought he for sure was going to have broken ribs. Trevor fell back onto the ground and I am hysterical. I am trying to clean up his head and I can't call anyone because my phone had just died. I pulled out Trevor's phone out and called his dad, but he was in Show Low. Trevor called his mom and she came as fast as she could.
We load up and Trevor is in severe pain. We don't know what is wrong. I am in disbelief that he is alive. I knew though as soon as Trevor had first stood up that he was going to be okay. I just had a feeling. We went to the dr.'s office in town and they said that he had to go to the emergency room. In came the ambulance and off Trevor went to Show Low. I couldn't ride in the back with Trevor, so I rode with his parents over.

Trevor is admitted and I go back with him. The doctors there checked him out, but soon decided that he didn't have a head or neck injury. That had been the main concern of the doctor here. The left side of Trevor's body however seemed to have caught on the edge of the ladder and he was sore up and down his left leg. They did x-rays and checked him out, but again....nothing was wrong! It was a miracle. He got really banged up and has cuts and bruises on his head, arms, and legs, but nothing else! He is extremely sore everywhere though. The next morning he told me the only thing that didn't hurt were his toes.
Talk about someone watching out for us. It was by far the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life. All I could think was about what I would do without Trevor. I can't hardly think about it without becoming extremely emotional. We are just getting ready to start a new chapter of life, and I can't imagine doing it without my husband.
We got back from the emergency room and still had lights to hang, but do you think that anyone besides our own parents even offered to lift a finger to help? Nope. People who knew about it were like, "Are you okay? Oh, well we are so glad." But nothing. No help. Needless to say, I feel very burned out by the whole thing. This is SO our last year to do the dances for the 24th.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Brody's Shower

On Saturday my cousin, Julie, threw a baby shower for me. It was so so so nice. Julie has such a talent for things like this. She could seriously cater or be an event planner for a living. Everything is just so perfect always when she is in charge.I have seen many a baby shower invitation in my day, but Julie made such cute ones for me. I am rather picky, you see. I really don't like super baby-ish things. I don't care very much for anything with characters either. The invites were red and blue and they had stars all over them that said "twinkle twinkle little star, how excited Trevor and Taytum are, waiting for their little boy, who's sure to bring them lots of joy. " Anyway, I just really loved them, they were very much to my taste. A lot of people were out of town, so I didn't have as many people there as I had hoped, but the turn-out was still pretty good. I was so hesitant about who to invite and who not to invite. Probably dumb, I know, but haven't you ever been invited to a shower and you think, "Why would they invite me? I don't even know them that well." I know I left out people, but I really didn't want to impose on people. I know that there have been several showers lately and several more to come, so I just didn't want to be a bother. I figure, if someone wanted to really give me something and they hadn't been invited, that they would give it to me anyway.
I'm not big on games either, so we just had a really simple shower. People came and went. We ate and kind of shower. I ended up with a little bit of everything. Several small receiving blankets, a few outfits, a swing, money, a little health and safety kit, Brody's first pair of shoes, and now I actually have socks!!!

I definitely feel a lot more ready now. What's even better, is I know what kind of things I still need. Before, I was a little at a loss. I didn't want to go crazy buying clothes, if I was going to get tons of clothes, but like I said, I got a little of everything. Now I have a jump off point. I know what else I want or need.
When I got home with everything Trevor sat and looked at all. He is so good about being interested in all of that kind of stuff. I really thought that he would be like, "oh that's nice." But he really did take the time to look at everything and pull out all the cards and read them. In fact, Trevor even asked why showers are for the girls. He said that he would enjoy going. Good food, opening gifts.....what's not to like?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Laughs Keep Coming

Yesterday I was dumb enough to tell Trevor that I don't have much control of my bladder anymore. This little man rolls all over the place and pushes on me to the point of making me wet my pants. This is no joke. Two times last week I had near accidents when he pushed hard enough to make a little dribble come out. Luckily I was close enough to a bathroom both times and I didn't actually end up peeing myself. Trevor was not only in disbelief, but a little disgusted with my current problem. Of course, no sooner that I told him this that I had my worse accident yet!!! Trevor had already climbed into bed and I was turning off lights and locking the doors when it happened. I knew I had to go to the bathroom, but I saw no harm in taking my cup to the sink before making it into the toilet. How wrong I was. Along came a sneeze that forced me to pee my pants! I had no control whatsoever!!! Well, I take that back...I did have enough control to stop it before I created a puddle on the floor, and I was able to finish my business in the bathroom. I said a choice word out loud and then just started laughing at the irony of having just had this conversation with Trevor not 2 hours before. Trevor can hear me and sits up in bed and asks what's going on, and I just march myself into the shower and tell him that I did in fact pee my pants. He died laughing (and still is today). When I got out of the shower, he being Mr. Funny Guy, said he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep in the bed with me if I thought I was going to wet the bed. Ha ha ha.

Then today, I saw Jeff Raban and he looked at me and said, "Don't you hate having proof of what you've been doing?" I laughed out loud and said, "I know. I think we all like to pretend that no one 'does it'."

Seriously, I know having a baby is a life altering experience, but I am fairly certain that pregnancy itself is pretty life altering.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

5 Weeks left...hopefully less...

I have to tell my two latest stories, or else I am bound to forget! Complete strangers come up and talk to me all the time and ask me about my pregnancy and how I'm doing all the time now, not to mention people I already know. For the most part, I think people just are excited about the prospect of new life, so I kind of enjoy it.
While at the grocery store yesterday I ran into my brother's friend, Damien Farr. I have always really liked this kid. He is just goofy and fun, and he and Spenser always had a good time together. Well, Damien was asking me how much longer I had until I had this baby and I told him but then said that I hoped he would come sooner because I am ready to be done. Damien was like, "well, you could come over and I could try jumping on you." I started laughing so hard just at the image of this big guy jumping on my belly and a baby shooting out of me! Damien just grinned the whole time, and then said, "But I'm no doctor, so...."

Then today at church we were ditching Sunday school class and got caught at the door by Danny Price. He looked at me, and then in all seriousness he said, "You know, you have the body of a God!" It kinda took me back a second until he finished by saying, "Buddha, that is." HAHAHA! Trevor thought that one was the best we have heard yet. If you know Danny Price at all, you know that he is such a joker and it was not intended mean in any way. Plus, it helped that he rubbed his own belly and told me that I almost matched him.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Blunt as Ever

You know how little kids have a tendency to just say exactly what they think? You know, completely and totally honest? Well, I know who can match them perfectly...Trevor's grandma. She tends to say it just like it is. Most of us keep some things to ourselves simply out of kindness. Larue Waite tells you your fat if your fat or like in Trevor's case she never fails to tell us how he was the ugliest baby she ever saw. Sometimes it can be brutal, but a lot of the time I find it funny. It's more funny to me then to Trevor because it's not my grandma so I don't take it to heart as much as I would if she was.

Well, this 93 year old lady is pretty amazing. How she can get around and be as ornery as she is, is pretty cool. I personally hope to die before I hit 93, but if I do make it that far, I hope that I am in as good of shape as she is.

Every summer grandma comes here to live to get away from the heat of the valley. She actually just had some of her colon removed recently because of cancer so it took her until this week to get here. We normally see her a lot sooner than now. Well, we went to visit her the other night and she was so happy to have visitors. As we were leaving I was saying how heavy this baby feels and how ready I'll be for him to come. She looked at me and said, " I think the Lord made it that way, so that when the time comes for that little bugger to come, you don't give a DAMN about what happens."

Hahaha. I about died. If you could have seen this 93 year old woman in her new little "foxy (her words not mine)" rocking would have laughed as much as we did.

Monday, July 07, 2008


Do all pregnant women getting down to the final stretch go into a slight panic about being ready, or is it just me? Trevor asked me if we have everything we need, and I was kinda like, "Um, yeah, we could use a few little things....but I think we're okay...." Then it hit me this week. I have six weeks left. That's it. I don't even have ONE pair of socks for this kid! I have the blanket that came with his bedding and then another small crocheted blanket someone made for me and that's it. No receiving blankets, no quilts....nothing. Not to mention 50 million other little things I started to think of.

Just slightly panicked. Probably not a big deal, right? We'll be fine, but I just feel like time is running out..............