Ok, so Mom and Baby, finally...
After Savannah was delivered, and we fed her for the first time and she met grandparents and her uncle Daniel, we were taken to our room in Mom and Baby. We got to our room at about 2 in the morning. By the time we got there, Dave and I were exhausted, it had been a very long day. Because I had been induced due to high blood pressure, the nurses hooked me up to a blood pressure monitor and set it up to take my blood pressure through the night. After I was hooked up to the machine, they gave Savannah her first bath. She hated it, and she screamed nearly the whole time. The only thing she liked was when they washed her back with the sponge.
We finally were able to go to sleep at about 2:30. The sleep was greatly appreciated and needed, but made a bit more difficult by the blood pressure cuff measuring my blood pressure every half hour. Savannah slept really well, only waking up and fussing a tiny bit once, but when I rocked her crib a little she went right back to sleep.
At 6:00, an alarm woke me up. The blood pressure machine's battery was dying and it was beeping to let everyone know. I called the nurse and she came in and turned it off then checked on both me and the baby. We were both doing fine.
Around 11, we had our first visitors of the day, but definitely not the last. We had visitors in and out all day. Savannah met a ton of great people in her first day of life. I think we had a small break for about an hour with no visitors, but there were definitely people showing up to let Savannah know she was loved and welcome her into the world!
After the visitors, Dave and I both went to sleep. We crashed and I don't remember much about that night at all. The next morning we had a few visitors, but we had a lot more time to ourselves to get to know our baby and adjust to her. At about 3 that day, we left to come home. And that was fantastic!
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The Birth Story
Savannah was due to be born on August 27th, but I was ready for her to come on approximately August 15th. I was not excited to still be pregnant at my doctor's appointment on August 19th, and my doctor knew it, so he looked for all sorts of reasons to induce. At that appointment, he hooked me up to a fetal monitor to monitor her heart rate and contractions that I was having (which were not happening at all at that point in time...) and we did an ultrasound to measure fluid and see if the placenta was pulling away from my uterus (which is wasn't...). After the fetal monitor and ultrasound, it was determined that there were no medical reasons to induce and to come back again on the 26th.
So for a week I tried everything I could think of to induce other than consuming anything that I thought could potentially harm my baby like mineral oil, caster oil or anything like that. I wanted to have my baby so badly, but I didn't want to cause her or me any harm in doing so.
On the 25th, I was pretty much resigned that I was not going to have this baby any time soon and that I should just deal with it. I was very uncomfortable, and my feet were ridiculously swollen. My mom came over and we sat together and watched a movie ("Better off Dead" Awesome...) while I soaked my feet in epsom salts. After the movie was over and the swelling in my feet still hadn't gone down any, Dave got a blood pressure cuff from his parents and took my blood pressure. My blood pressure reading came back normal on it, I don't remember exactly what it was, but somewhere in normal ranges. Daniel had come back with him and they were outside playing ball, so after a while I went out with them and started talking with my neighbors Mary and Andrea.
After a while, my mother-in-law Michelle came over to get Daniel and take him home, and Dave and I spent the rest of the evening talking with Mary and Andrea. We stayed out literally until 2 AM with them (well Andrea went to bed earlier than that but her husband Jim came out). After going inside, I remember praying that I would be patient for my baby to come and that the doctor would know when it was time for her to come.
Well, it was time for her to come apparently.
I had an appointment at 8:50 AM on Thursday August 26th. We woke up and got ready for the appointment making sure that the hospital bag went with us, just in case. We also loaded up the laptop to make sure we'd be able to put updates on Facebook throughout the day. The big mistake was only having a string cheese to eat and throwing some granola bars in my bag.
Dave has recently switched jobs and wasn't sure he'd be able to stay with me the whole appointment, so my mom and Dave and I all went to the doctor's office for that appointment. We got into the exam room at about 9:30 and they took my weight and my blood pressure. Well, everything was not normal this time. The blood pressure came out as 178/128! Explains why my feet were so swollen and I was so super uncomfortable. The nurse told me to lay down on my left side and she would be back to check it in a while because my blood pressure was WAY too high. So I laid down and we all waited for them to come back and take it again.
The nurse practitioner came in this time and took my blood pressure while I was still laying down. The reading came out still high 148/97 so it was determined that they were going to induce labor, but the doctor needed to see me and check where I was at. So while we waited for the doctor, my mom attempted to french braid my hair while I was still sitting on the exam table (the picture rocks) and I ate two granola bars that I had thrown in my bag that morning. So the doctor came in and checked me, I was 3 centimeters dilated and 70% effaced. After checking me he told me to "Go to the hospital, go directly to the hospital, do NOT pass GO, do NOT stop and In-n-Out Burger", so after getting a copy of my charts to take to the hospital, we went directly to the hospital.
After checking in at Labor and Delivery around 10, we waited in the hall for them to finish cleaning out my delivery suite and my mom did my hair in a french braid to keep it out of my face for the delivery. As soon as we were in the room, a nurse started an IV, and started me on pitocin. At this point we just sat around and waited. They checked my blood pressure which amazingly had gone down quite a bit and just monitored it.
At about 2:30, the doctor came by to break my water, which hadn't happened on it's own. Well, after my water broke contractions started coming. They started coming harder and faster, and by about 3:30, they were coming about a minute apart and were lasting anywhere between 60 and 90 seconds. They hurt, and I wanted and epidural, but I was afraid that if I got it too early it would wear off and I would end up going through the actual delivery feeling everything, and I didn't want that. After talking with the nurse about the concern and her assuring me that it was continuous flow and I wouldn't feel any pain, we ordered the epidural.
The anesthesiologist came in to do the epidural at about 4.Now let me say that I am deathly afraid of needles. They terrify me and the epidural needle I have heard is big, and I knew that if I moved there could be all sorts of complications and side effects from the epidural which I definitely didn't want. So this process was infinitely more scary for me. After having everyone in the room sit down the anesthesiologist started while Dave held my hand and I squeezed my eyes closed as tight as I could and waited for it to be over.
They used a numbing agent to numb my back where they were inserting the needle, and the anesthesiologist told me to let him know if I felt any sharp pains on either side of my back. He let me know I would feel some pressure, and put the needle in. After he started threading in the catheter that would put the Phentanyl directly into my spine to block the pain, I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my back, so he put some more numbing agent in me. After threading it a little more, I felt another pain - this one hurt so bad I started to cry - so again he put some more numbing agent there so I wouldn't feel it.
After the catheter was fully threaded, he let me know that I would feel a shock go down my leg, the nurse said it would feel like a charlie horse. Well let me tell you what, I've never had a charlie horse like that before! I thought it felt more like someone hooked up some jumper cables to me and tried to jump start my leg.
After the epidural was in, I felt infinitely better, no more contractions! They were still coming, only I couldn't feel them. At this point in time I would no longer be able to get up and walk around so they put a catheter in so I could still use the bathroom. Also at this point they put in internal monitors for her heart and my contractions because it was very difficult to find her heart beat using the external monitor, and the contractions it was measuring weren't measuring correctly.
At this point, we just had to sit around and wait. We had to wait while my cervix got fully ready to deliver a baby. They had me on oxygen off and on to help lower my blood pressure and regulate the babies heart beat. While we waited, we watched the food network, and then we watched "Mrs. Doubtfire". I dozed off and on trying to get some rest. After the movie was over, I was measuring at 10 centimeters and I was 99% effaced. It was almost time to start pushing. My mom, Dave's mom and my dad were all there and I was getting nervous. Dave was ready though to help me through it and to become a dad.
After having everyone leave the room at about 9:45 it was time to start practice pushing! The nurse helped us practice push, then we started to really push for about 45 minutes while trying to get the baby into position for the doctor to come. When the doctor arrived, we were pushing on every contraction, which I was feeling at that point as pressure. So the doctor got there and we pushed and pushed and pushed! After pushing for about 15 minutes (I think, time was a little distorted at that point and Dave isn't home for me to verify...) the baby's heart rate dropped drastically so they took her monitors off took the contraction monitors out and the decision was made to do a vacuum extraction.
The doctor got everything ready and told me that instead of doing a series of three pushes like we had been we were going to push push push push until she was out. So we pushed 4 times and the head was out! After telling me the head was out, he pulled the rest of her little body out. She had the cord wrapped around her neck and one of her arms, so after unwrapping them, the doctor asked Dave if he was going to cut the cord or if Dave was. Dave said he was, so he cut the cord and the put Savannah on my belly, and I got to see my little baby for the first time. She had so much hair, but I seriously remember thinking that she looked a little gross, she had all this white stuff covering her, I remember asking what it was but I don't remember the answer so look it up if you're curious. And then they took her away from me to do her check ups.
Dave went with Savannah while the doctor finished with me. He got all of the placenta and afterbirthing taken care of while they checked up on my baby and weighed her and measured her.
She weighed 7 lbs 13 ozs and was 19 1/2 inches long. Born at 10:54 PM on August 26th.
After they were done checking on her, it was determined that her core temperature was too low, so they put her under a heating lamp for about 20 minutes to get her temperature up. Then they gave her back to me and I really got to hold my baby for the first time - and I fell in love. Again. There is nothing like the joy of holding your baby. I got to nurse her and cuddle her for a little while.
Then the family came in and got to meet their grand daughter (remember only my mom, dad and Dave's mom were in the waiting room). Daniel was there too, I don't know how he got there, or when, but he came and got to hold her as well.
It was very exciting for all of us. After the family left and they did a final check on me in labor and delivery to make sure I wasn't hemorrhaging, we went to Mom and baby.
So there it is. The story.
Sometime, I'll get to telling you about Mom and Baby and the following days.
So for a week I tried everything I could think of to induce other than consuming anything that I thought could potentially harm my baby like mineral oil, caster oil or anything like that. I wanted to have my baby so badly, but I didn't want to cause her or me any harm in doing so.
On the 25th, I was pretty much resigned that I was not going to have this baby any time soon and that I should just deal with it. I was very uncomfortable, and my feet were ridiculously swollen. My mom came over and we sat together and watched a movie ("Better off Dead" Awesome...) while I soaked my feet in epsom salts. After the movie was over and the swelling in my feet still hadn't gone down any, Dave got a blood pressure cuff from his parents and took my blood pressure. My blood pressure reading came back normal on it, I don't remember exactly what it was, but somewhere in normal ranges. Daniel had come back with him and they were outside playing ball, so after a while I went out with them and started talking with my neighbors Mary and Andrea.
After a while, my mother-in-law Michelle came over to get Daniel and take him home, and Dave and I spent the rest of the evening talking with Mary and Andrea. We stayed out literally until 2 AM with them (well Andrea went to bed earlier than that but her husband Jim came out). After going inside, I remember praying that I would be patient for my baby to come and that the doctor would know when it was time for her to come.
Well, it was time for her to come apparently.
I had an appointment at 8:50 AM on Thursday August 26th. We woke up and got ready for the appointment making sure that the hospital bag went with us, just in case. We also loaded up the laptop to make sure we'd be able to put updates on Facebook throughout the day. The big mistake was only having a string cheese to eat and throwing some granola bars in my bag.
Dave has recently switched jobs and wasn't sure he'd be able to stay with me the whole appointment, so my mom and Dave and I all went to the doctor's office for that appointment. We got into the exam room at about 9:30 and they took my weight and my blood pressure. Well, everything was not normal this time. The blood pressure came out as 178/128! Explains why my feet were so swollen and I was so super uncomfortable. The nurse told me to lay down on my left side and she would be back to check it in a while because my blood pressure was WAY too high. So I laid down and we all waited for them to come back and take it again.
The nurse practitioner came in this time and took my blood pressure while I was still laying down. The reading came out still high 148/97 so it was determined that they were going to induce labor, but the doctor needed to see me and check where I was at. So while we waited for the doctor, my mom attempted to french braid my hair while I was still sitting on the exam table (the picture rocks) and I ate two granola bars that I had thrown in my bag that morning. So the doctor came in and checked me, I was 3 centimeters dilated and 70% effaced. After checking me he told me to "Go to the hospital, go directly to the hospital, do NOT pass GO, do NOT stop and In-n-Out Burger", so after getting a copy of my charts to take to the hospital, we went directly to the hospital.
After checking in at Labor and Delivery around 10, we waited in the hall for them to finish cleaning out my delivery suite and my mom did my hair in a french braid to keep it out of my face for the delivery. As soon as we were in the room, a nurse started an IV, and started me on pitocin. At this point we just sat around and waited. They checked my blood pressure which amazingly had gone down quite a bit and just monitored it.
At about 2:30, the doctor came by to break my water, which hadn't happened on it's own. Well, after my water broke contractions started coming. They started coming harder and faster, and by about 3:30, they were coming about a minute apart and were lasting anywhere between 60 and 90 seconds. They hurt, and I wanted and epidural, but I was afraid that if I got it too early it would wear off and I would end up going through the actual delivery feeling everything, and I didn't want that. After talking with the nurse about the concern and her assuring me that it was continuous flow and I wouldn't feel any pain, we ordered the epidural.
The anesthesiologist came in to do the epidural at about 4.Now let me say that I am deathly afraid of needles. They terrify me and the epidural needle I have heard is big, and I knew that if I moved there could be all sorts of complications and side effects from the epidural which I definitely didn't want. So this process was infinitely more scary for me. After having everyone in the room sit down the anesthesiologist started while Dave held my hand and I squeezed my eyes closed as tight as I could and waited for it to be over.
They used a numbing agent to numb my back where they were inserting the needle, and the anesthesiologist told me to let him know if I felt any sharp pains on either side of my back. He let me know I would feel some pressure, and put the needle in. After he started threading in the catheter that would put the Phentanyl directly into my spine to block the pain, I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my back, so he put some more numbing agent in me. After threading it a little more, I felt another pain - this one hurt so bad I started to cry - so again he put some more numbing agent there so I wouldn't feel it.
After the catheter was fully threaded, he let me know that I would feel a shock go down my leg, the nurse said it would feel like a charlie horse. Well let me tell you what, I've never had a charlie horse like that before! I thought it felt more like someone hooked up some jumper cables to me and tried to jump start my leg.
After the epidural was in, I felt infinitely better, no more contractions! They were still coming, only I couldn't feel them. At this point in time I would no longer be able to get up and walk around so they put a catheter in so I could still use the bathroom. Also at this point they put in internal monitors for her heart and my contractions because it was very difficult to find her heart beat using the external monitor, and the contractions it was measuring weren't measuring correctly.
At this point, we just had to sit around and wait. We had to wait while my cervix got fully ready to deliver a baby. They had me on oxygen off and on to help lower my blood pressure and regulate the babies heart beat. While we waited, we watched the food network, and then we watched "Mrs. Doubtfire". I dozed off and on trying to get some rest. After the movie was over, I was measuring at 10 centimeters and I was 99% effaced. It was almost time to start pushing. My mom, Dave's mom and my dad were all there and I was getting nervous. Dave was ready though to help me through it and to become a dad.
After having everyone leave the room at about 9:45 it was time to start practice pushing! The nurse helped us practice push, then we started to really push for about 45 minutes while trying to get the baby into position for the doctor to come. When the doctor arrived, we were pushing on every contraction, which I was feeling at that point as pressure. So the doctor got there and we pushed and pushed and pushed! After pushing for about 15 minutes (I think, time was a little distorted at that point and Dave isn't home for me to verify...) the baby's heart rate dropped drastically so they took her monitors off took the contraction monitors out and the decision was made to do a vacuum extraction.
The doctor got everything ready and told me that instead of doing a series of three pushes like we had been we were going to push push push push until she was out. So we pushed 4 times and the head was out! After telling me the head was out, he pulled the rest of her little body out. She had the cord wrapped around her neck and one of her arms, so after unwrapping them, the doctor asked Dave if he was going to cut the cord or if Dave was. Dave said he was, so he cut the cord and the put Savannah on my belly, and I got to see my little baby for the first time. She had so much hair, but I seriously remember thinking that she looked a little gross, she had all this white stuff covering her, I remember asking what it was but I don't remember the answer so look it up if you're curious. And then they took her away from me to do her check ups.
Dave went with Savannah while the doctor finished with me. He got all of the placenta and afterbirthing taken care of while they checked up on my baby and weighed her and measured her.
She weighed 7 lbs 13 ozs and was 19 1/2 inches long. Born at 10:54 PM on August 26th.
After they were done checking on her, it was determined that her core temperature was too low, so they put her under a heating lamp for about 20 minutes to get her temperature up. Then they gave her back to me and I really got to hold my baby for the first time - and I fell in love. Again. There is nothing like the joy of holding your baby. I got to nurse her and cuddle her for a little while.
Then the family came in and got to meet their grand daughter (remember only my mom, dad and Dave's mom were in the waiting room). Daniel was there too, I don't know how he got there, or when, but he came and got to hold her as well.
It was very exciting for all of us. After the family left and they did a final check on me in labor and delivery to make sure I wasn't hemorrhaging, we went to Mom and baby.
So there it is. The story.
Sometime, I'll get to telling you about Mom and Baby and the following days.
Monday, September 06, 2010
Savannah Lynne Higham
We are super excited to announce the birth of our Daughter Savannah Lynne Higham!
She was born Thursday August 26th, 2010 at 10:54 PM. She weighed 7 lbs 13 ozs and was 19 1/2 inches long.
She was born Thursday August 26th, 2010 at 10:54 PM. She weighed 7 lbs 13 ozs and was 19 1/2 inches long.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
18 Weeks - IT'S A GIRL!!!
So, I obviously suck at this updating on what's going on in our lives on a weekly basis, but, two times in a month I figure works well enough.
We went to our first ultrasound last night and IT'S A GIRL! We are so ecstatic for her to come. We're going to name her Savannah Lynne, and she's already beautiful. Stubborn as ever and beautiful! The ultrasound took a long time because she was so wiggly and squirmy! It's amazing to see that baby on the screen and see it moving.
Last night as we were sitting there I seriously started pondering abortion. Something the doctor has brought up is that they can do an amniocentesis to see if there will be any genetic defects or anything wrong with the baby. I refuse to do needles any more than I have to, so obviously that was a no for me, but I was talking with my mom about it and we were just kind of saying what would I do about it if I knew something was wrong with my baby anyway? I'm not the type of person that would have an abortion. I believe life begins at the moment of conception, and I've never thought of this baby as an embryo, or something not living.
But last night as I was watching my baby on that television screen and seeing her heart beat and her wiggle and squirm around, I seriously contemplated how someone could have an abortion at this point and not think they're murdering their baby? Seriously, you can see their heart beating, and you can see them move their limbs and you can see the blood flowing to all the various parts of their body... I can't even imagine...
Anyway, I didn't mean to get quite so deep, but being pregnant that's kind of a touchy topic for me I guess. Back to the ultrasound.
We got to see her brain, and we could see both temporal lobes and the cerebellum, we got to see her profile, her feet and toes, her arms. It was great, when we were looking at her brain, at one point you saw her arm just woosh across the screen! My baby girl moves! Hopefully I'll be able to start feeling her move shortly... That will be so exciting!!!
We also got to see her kidneys, and her stomach, and her diaphragm, all those parts that are developing. The coolest though was her heart. You can seriously see that sucker pumping blood and beating. Last night she was at 150 bpm, which is a very healthy heart beat apparently.
And then we found out gender. Dave was really hoping for a boy, but after he found out it was a girl, he seriously could not stop smiling. Our little Savannah already has daddy wrapped around his finger. It was so cute this morning when he woke up kissed my belly and said good morning to her.
I love my husband, I love my Savannah, and I can't wait for her to come!
Hopefully I'll get around to getting ultrasound picture put up. I'll work on that in the next week or so...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
15 weeks and change
So, I've officially decided I absolutely need to blog more to document my pregnancy and our lives... so here goes, we'll see how this actually works out.
I am 16 weeks pregnant on Friday, which means approximately 4 months. Only another 4 weeks and I'm half way there! And then we'll get to find out if we're having a Baby Girl Higham, or a Baby Boy Higham. I'm sure you all know what Dave is rooting for... He wants a boy so bad his teeth hurt, but he'd love our little girl just as much... He'd be wrapped around that little girlies finger so quickly it'd make you dizzy!
Pregnancy has been no picnic. I've told quite a few people there's nothing good about it. I'm nauseous a freaking LOT! But, it's getting better. And, I haven't thrown up since I think Friday... So that's like... 4 whole days! My record is 6 since finding out I was pregnant, so cross your fingers for me, ok? Also, on top of the nausea and vomiting, being pregnant has made places I didn't know exist on my body hurt like crazy! For example, did you know you can feel your tailbone? Well I didn't until I could. It hurts. Like crazy. My doctor says it's because my ligaments are loosening so my pelvis moves around. Well, that sucks and it hurts.
But Dave is super sweet through all of it, my crazy hormones that make me cry when I'm watching a hilarious movie, my insane mood swings, waking up bawling in the middle of the night because of insane dreams I'm having... Have I mentioned lately how much I love my husband? I don't think I shout that to the world enough. He seriously is the best, sweetest guy I could ask to be my husband and I am grateful every single day for him. (He even paints my toe nails for me! Who could ask for more???)
We're getting anxious for those 4 weeks to pass though, I'll tell you what. I want to know if I get my girly or my little boy! Dave has already determined that it's a boy, and he always talks to my belly using our boy names. You should see how cute he is! When he kisses me goodbye in the mornings, he kisses my belly too and tells our baby goodbye. That's really sweet gentleman, take that one down in your book of lessons.
Anyway, I'm running out of things for this post, so we'll see how well I do at keeping up on this. We'll try for like, one a week at least... but we'll see. I've never been really great at this blogging thing.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas!
It's been quite a while since I posted, but I wanted to get on and wish anyone who still reads my blog a Merry Christmas! And also get the word out that Dave and I are going to have a baby, probably around August or September. We're pretty excited about it...
Anyway, Merry Christmas! Be safe, be happy, and remember the reason!
Anyway, Merry Christmas! Be safe, be happy, and remember the reason!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Update! An update!
It's been a really long time since I updated this and mom wants to know what's been going on. So here's your update. Just for you mom.
We finally got moved into our condo and I'm loving it. We're not quite all unpacked but it's getting there and it's definitely starting to feel like home. We were able to get our own washer and dryer and it's been nice not having to haul it places. I think we'll lose less socks this way. I do miss seeing our families every week though.
Our new ward is fantastic. I love going every week. There are so many wonderful people there and I can't wait to get to know them all.
I love having our dog here with us too. He's the cutest little dog, all the little neighbor kids love him. Yesterday I was out walking him after work and all of the kids that had been on the playground ran over and just started petting him. He was in absolute heaven. He just sat and wagged his little tail at them and looked cute so they wouldn't quit petting him. It was cute.
Not a terrible lot has been going on with us, just school and work and trying to get good grades. We did find out that we both got an A in our computer course, so that's really good. We won't have to retake that one.
I got a paper back in English on Thursday that I threw together last minute for class, and was surprised to get an A- on it. I didn't think I'd do nearly as well on it, but I'm satisfied with it. I'm hoping to pull an A out of that class as well.
I thought I had decided what I wanted to do with my life, but it's all up in the air again- leastways with college it is. I just want to stay home and be a mom, but I know I need to get an education for in case anything ever were to happen. I hope and pray that nothing ever would, but it's always better to be prepared. I've toyed with thousands of things, but I have no idea what I actually want to do that way. I have this dream of having a house full of kids and cooking and cleaning and just being a mom. Like my mom was. I want to be able to be home when my kids get out of school and hear about their day so that's what we're working for.
I don't have anything else to write right now, but maybe I'll post again soon. Who knows...
We finally got moved into our condo and I'm loving it. We're not quite all unpacked but it's getting there and it's definitely starting to feel like home. We were able to get our own washer and dryer and it's been nice not having to haul it places. I think we'll lose less socks this way. I do miss seeing our families every week though.
Our new ward is fantastic. I love going every week. There are so many wonderful people there and I can't wait to get to know them all.
I love having our dog here with us too. He's the cutest little dog, all the little neighbor kids love him. Yesterday I was out walking him after work and all of the kids that had been on the playground ran over and just started petting him. He was in absolute heaven. He just sat and wagged his little tail at them and looked cute so they wouldn't quit petting him. It was cute.
Not a terrible lot has been going on with us, just school and work and trying to get good grades. We did find out that we both got an A in our computer course, so that's really good. We won't have to retake that one.
I got a paper back in English on Thursday that I threw together last minute for class, and was surprised to get an A- on it. I didn't think I'd do nearly as well on it, but I'm satisfied with it. I'm hoping to pull an A out of that class as well.
I thought I had decided what I wanted to do with my life, but it's all up in the air again- leastways with college it is. I just want to stay home and be a mom, but I know I need to get an education for in case anything ever were to happen. I hope and pray that nothing ever would, but it's always better to be prepared. I've toyed with thousands of things, but I have no idea what I actually want to do that way. I have this dream of having a house full of kids and cooking and cleaning and just being a mom. Like my mom was. I want to be able to be home when my kids get out of school and hear about their day so that's what we're working for.
I don't have anything else to write right now, but maybe I'll post again soon. Who knows...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Blood Drive
I know most people don't read this anymore, but for those of you who do that live in Utah, my little brother is doing his eagle project tomorrow and needs people to sign up to donate blood. If you would be willing or able to help with this, please comment or email me at Stephanie.Higham@hotmail.com and I'll get you all the information. We would really really appreciate it.
Thanks!
Thanks!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas
I have so much I've got to blog about, but not enough time, so for now...
Merry Christmas! I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Merry Christmas! I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Thanksgiving & Black Friday Scare...
So, I know it's a little late, but oh well. You'll all just have to deal with it, not that I think anyone really pays attention to this anymore, but I've been thinking lately that I need to start journaling more, and this is the easiest way to start.
Thanksgiving was really good. It was mom's birthday so we went to her house early and I watched the parade with her and helped her get things ready. I even got to help make the stuffing! It was so cool. My favorite things to cook involve getting your hands dirty, so meat loaf, and now stuffing. We got everything ready for an awesome feast, and had dinner about 7:00 when Manda and Mitch got there from work. It was the latest we've ever had Thanksgiving dinner, but it was a good dinner regardless. The turkey was great! My dad did an excellent job on it.
However, I don't think Dave thought it was so great Friday morning when he puked it all up. Poor guy. We got up about 7:30 on Friday and Dave was terribly sick. He asked me to get him a bucket so I went and got a bucket and then I tried to give it to him, but I don't deal well with puke, and the smell hit me, and I puked too... but mine was smaller and a lot easier for me to get over. Dave called in sick to work and then I left to go shopping with the gals in my family.
I got Dave two great presents, but I didn't get to finish because about 11:30, Dave asked me to come home and take him to the doctor. His stomach was starting to hurt and he was still throwing up, so I had my mom drop me off at home, and off we went to the instacare. After waiting there about 20 minutes, we finally were in to see the doctor, and he told us we needed to go to the ER, because Dave might have appendicitis. It was terrifying for me, until we got to my parents and had Dad and Drew give Dave a priesthood blessing where it was promised that Dave would make a full recovery in a relatively short amount of time. But off to the ER we went.
Dave was dehydrated so they started an IV to get him some fluids, but he wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything. Then after about 3 hours, we finally were up to get a CT scan to see if it really was his appendix. The CT scan was the worst part of the whole thing- it was the only time I had to be separated from him. He was getting the CT scan and I was out in the hall, not even anywhere near him... I couldn't see him or hear him or anything. But when the CT scans were over, we went back into the room to wait and find out the results. At about 6:00, they came in to tell us it wasn't his appendix and that we'd be discharged soon, so we were waiting, but the nurse didn't like Dave's vitals, so she made us stay for another hour to get another bag of fluids into him and hopefully to get his fever down (which didn't work, we left with a temp of 101 which is what we got there with). But we finally got to go home at around 7:00.
Let me tell you, being in a hospital room almost all day is tiring! We filled Dave's prescriptions and then we went home, and literally collapsed into bed, not to wake up until probably 10:00 the next morning.
And Dave is feeling much better, which is a relief for me. He's still got a few times where he feels nauseous, but other than that, he's almost completely better, which is so good. I'm very grateful for it.
In other news, Dave is finished with school! Well, for this semester anyway, which means we'll have a lot more freetime for about 3 weeks... or not with Christmas coming up and all...
Oh, and check out my new picture! It's my new favorite of my sister and I. It's from her wedding... just an FYI, trying to give a woman in a wedding dress a piggy back, doesn't work so well...
Thanksgiving was really good. It was mom's birthday so we went to her house early and I watched the parade with her and helped her get things ready. I even got to help make the stuffing! It was so cool. My favorite things to cook involve getting your hands dirty, so meat loaf, and now stuffing. We got everything ready for an awesome feast, and had dinner about 7:00 when Manda and Mitch got there from work. It was the latest we've ever had Thanksgiving dinner, but it was a good dinner regardless. The turkey was great! My dad did an excellent job on it.
However, I don't think Dave thought it was so great Friday morning when he puked it all up. Poor guy. We got up about 7:30 on Friday and Dave was terribly sick. He asked me to get him a bucket so I went and got a bucket and then I tried to give it to him, but I don't deal well with puke, and the smell hit me, and I puked too... but mine was smaller and a lot easier for me to get over. Dave called in sick to work and then I left to go shopping with the gals in my family.
I got Dave two great presents, but I didn't get to finish because about 11:30, Dave asked me to come home and take him to the doctor. His stomach was starting to hurt and he was still throwing up, so I had my mom drop me off at home, and off we went to the instacare. After waiting there about 20 minutes, we finally were in to see the doctor, and he told us we needed to go to the ER, because Dave might have appendicitis. It was terrifying for me, until we got to my parents and had Dad and Drew give Dave a priesthood blessing where it was promised that Dave would make a full recovery in a relatively short amount of time. But off to the ER we went.
Dave was dehydrated so they started an IV to get him some fluids, but he wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything. Then after about 3 hours, we finally were up to get a CT scan to see if it really was his appendix. The CT scan was the worst part of the whole thing- it was the only time I had to be separated from him. He was getting the CT scan and I was out in the hall, not even anywhere near him... I couldn't see him or hear him or anything. But when the CT scans were over, we went back into the room to wait and find out the results. At about 6:00, they came in to tell us it wasn't his appendix and that we'd be discharged soon, so we were waiting, but the nurse didn't like Dave's vitals, so she made us stay for another hour to get another bag of fluids into him and hopefully to get his fever down (which didn't work, we left with a temp of 101 which is what we got there with). But we finally got to go home at around 7:00.
Let me tell you, being in a hospital room almost all day is tiring! We filled Dave's prescriptions and then we went home, and literally collapsed into bed, not to wake up until probably 10:00 the next morning.
And Dave is feeling much better, which is a relief for me. He's still got a few times where he feels nauseous, but other than that, he's almost completely better, which is so good. I'm very grateful for it.
In other news, Dave is finished with school! Well, for this semester anyway, which means we'll have a lot more freetime for about 3 weeks... or not with Christmas coming up and all...
Oh, and check out my new picture! It's my new favorite of my sister and I. It's from her wedding... just an FYI, trying to give a woman in a wedding dress a piggy back, doesn't work so well...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Failure...
Today, and a lot of days lately, I feel a lot like a failure. Dave tells me that I'm not, which is nice of him, but it's kinda required because he's my husband. I don't feel like I'm fulfilling my duties as a wife, or as a sister or a daughter. Sometimes, I feel like I'm doing a lot and getting everything done and accomplishing a lot, but other times, I feel like a complete and total failure.
I dropped all my classes this semester... I was going to fail them if I didn't, but now I can't help but question myself. Why didn't I try harder toward the beginning of the semester? They weren't even hard classes. I was taking a pretty light load even, but I either really would have been a failure, or just felt like one because of dropping them. It's not just because I dropped them either. My sister dropped out of college, and I don't want to disappoint my parents that way. I am going to go back and take classes next semester, but until then, I feel like I'll disappoint my parents the same way my sister did if they know. I know I'll eventually have to tell them, I just keep putting it off.
Also, my house is a disaster- there will be pictures of before and after up on our couples blog later tonight or tomorrow. Dave doesn't think it's my job to keep it clean because I work full time, but I have always wanted to just grow up get married and be a mom. That's not going to happen soon (the mom part) but in my eyes, being married meant that I was in charge of cleaning the house and cooking dinner and doing the laundry- not because that's what society wants, but because that's how special I want my husband to feel. I don't want him to have to worry about the house being clean or the dishes getting done or the kids getting dinner. In my house growing up, my mom was almost always just a stay at home mom. We spent time cooking dinner and cleaning the house and when dad was home, it was mostly just spend time with dad or as a family rather than focusing on the house. I want my future kids to have that same opportunity to get to know their dad, and I want my husband to be able to get to know his kids because we won't always be busy doing something else. Eventually, it is my goal to be able to have dinner ready when Dave gets home and the house clean all the time- as a habit rather than a clean when I can't stand how dirty it is anymore.
I realize that I'm not perfect and that I'm never going to be, but this is something I've been having a hard time with lately... since I dropped my classes really.
In other news, I'm looking for a new job. It's finally gotten to the point at work that I just can't do it anymore. I hate the feeling I get when I walk in the door. It's hard being the only one there who has the same principles and morals as me. Trying to keep my standards for myself up is hard when I'm surrounded by such a negative influence all the time. I catch myself cursing a lot more often and I don't treat Dave the way I think he should be treated when I come home from work upset about how my day has gone. So, I'm definitely looking for something new. And I think I might have something lined up. I'm hoping to find out for sure next week.
Anyway, Dave's ready for his test now I think, so my time is up for the night.
See ya!
I dropped all my classes this semester... I was going to fail them if I didn't, but now I can't help but question myself. Why didn't I try harder toward the beginning of the semester? They weren't even hard classes. I was taking a pretty light load even, but I either really would have been a failure, or just felt like one because of dropping them. It's not just because I dropped them either. My sister dropped out of college, and I don't want to disappoint my parents that way. I am going to go back and take classes next semester, but until then, I feel like I'll disappoint my parents the same way my sister did if they know. I know I'll eventually have to tell them, I just keep putting it off.
Also, my house is a disaster- there will be pictures of before and after up on our couples blog later tonight or tomorrow. Dave doesn't think it's my job to keep it clean because I work full time, but I have always wanted to just grow up get married and be a mom. That's not going to happen soon (the mom part) but in my eyes, being married meant that I was in charge of cleaning the house and cooking dinner and doing the laundry- not because that's what society wants, but because that's how special I want my husband to feel. I don't want him to have to worry about the house being clean or the dishes getting done or the kids getting dinner. In my house growing up, my mom was almost always just a stay at home mom. We spent time cooking dinner and cleaning the house and when dad was home, it was mostly just spend time with dad or as a family rather than focusing on the house. I want my future kids to have that same opportunity to get to know their dad, and I want my husband to be able to get to know his kids because we won't always be busy doing something else. Eventually, it is my goal to be able to have dinner ready when Dave gets home and the house clean all the time- as a habit rather than a clean when I can't stand how dirty it is anymore.
I realize that I'm not perfect and that I'm never going to be, but this is something I've been having a hard time with lately... since I dropped my classes really.
In other news, I'm looking for a new job. It's finally gotten to the point at work that I just can't do it anymore. I hate the feeling I get when I walk in the door. It's hard being the only one there who has the same principles and morals as me. Trying to keep my standards for myself up is hard when I'm surrounded by such a negative influence all the time. I catch myself cursing a lot more often and I don't treat Dave the way I think he should be treated when I come home from work upset about how my day has gone. So, I'm definitely looking for something new. And I think I might have something lined up. I'm hoping to find out for sure next week.
Anyway, Dave's ready for his test now I think, so my time is up for the night.
See ya!
Friday, August 08, 2008
Been a while... As usual?
So by now, I'm sure you all know I'm not the greatest blogger, but if you know me well enough, you probably know what's been going on in my life...
However, to avoid getting more crap from Daniel the next time I see him, I think it's time for an update--Again, on Friday at 4:30.
Things with me have been going relatively well. I've been pretty stressed about school, and overall, I did a horrible job at summer semester, I already know I have to retake at least two classes... and I still have 3 grades left to get. I'm not exactly excited about that one, but hopefully the second time around it's easeir? Maybe?
Dave lost his job yesterday, and I'm surprisingly not worried about it. Of course there are times when I do, but for the most part, I know that Heavenly Father is watching over us and that we'll make it through just fine. No worries. Someone a lot more important than anyone down here is watching out for us and making sure we'll be fine. Plus, we have a great network of friends and family that would be more than willing to help us out if we ever needed it. Thankfully, we haven't had to use those resources yet, and hopefully we won't.
Work's is still the same. I'm still frustrated by it, but I'm taking actions now that make it so I'm not just whinig about it and hoping things will change. I've taken it to the vice president of the company. I told him I didn't think it was fair to me, the other people who don't go out to drink, our customers, or the company that people go out at 4:30 to have a beer, and I explained to him my reasoning behind it all. Hopefully something comes of that.
I've been here for a year next saturday... They're having a party to commemorate it... (Just kidding. But the company party is actually on my one year date.)
Tonight Nathan Dave and I are going camping. Looking back, I wish this is the kind of thing I'd been able to do in high school. Spend nights out with my friends rather than staying home all the time, granted, I do love staying in with Dave and just lounging around the house, cleaning or whatever we can do together, but I love spending time with friends too. It's great that we get to spend this time with Nathan before he goes on his mission too. I especially like it because Nathan is a HUGE part of Dave's life, and I'm finally getting a chance to get to know him better, which is great. Nathan's one of the people who will be there no matter what. Those are the best kind of friends. It's unfortunate that I don't have more of them... Even more unfortunate that I've lost some of the ones I used to have....
Well, since there's a "scheduled outage" soon, I guess I better close this and get ready to head home.
I might be back next week... who knows?
However, to avoid getting more crap from Daniel the next time I see him, I think it's time for an update--Again, on Friday at 4:30.
Things with me have been going relatively well. I've been pretty stressed about school, and overall, I did a horrible job at summer semester, I already know I have to retake at least two classes... and I still have 3 grades left to get. I'm not exactly excited about that one, but hopefully the second time around it's easeir? Maybe?
Dave lost his job yesterday, and I'm surprisingly not worried about it. Of course there are times when I do, but for the most part, I know that Heavenly Father is watching over us and that we'll make it through just fine. No worries. Someone a lot more important than anyone down here is watching out for us and making sure we'll be fine. Plus, we have a great network of friends and family that would be more than willing to help us out if we ever needed it. Thankfully, we haven't had to use those resources yet, and hopefully we won't.
Work's is still the same. I'm still frustrated by it, but I'm taking actions now that make it so I'm not just whinig about it and hoping things will change. I've taken it to the vice president of the company. I told him I didn't think it was fair to me, the other people who don't go out to drink, our customers, or the company that people go out at 4:30 to have a beer, and I explained to him my reasoning behind it all. Hopefully something comes of that.
I've been here for a year next saturday... They're having a party to commemorate it... (Just kidding. But the company party is actually on my one year date.)
Tonight Nathan Dave and I are going camping. Looking back, I wish this is the kind of thing I'd been able to do in high school. Spend nights out with my friends rather than staying home all the time, granted, I do love staying in with Dave and just lounging around the house, cleaning or whatever we can do together, but I love spending time with friends too. It's great that we get to spend this time with Nathan before he goes on his mission too. I especially like it because Nathan is a HUGE part of Dave's life, and I'm finally getting a chance to get to know him better, which is great. Nathan's one of the people who will be there no matter what. Those are the best kind of friends. It's unfortunate that I don't have more of them... Even more unfortunate that I've lost some of the ones I used to have....
Well, since there's a "scheduled outage" soon, I guess I better close this and get ready to head home.
I might be back next week... who knows?
Friday, May 23, 2008
Locks of Love
My little sister's class in school has been doing sort of a cancer awareness month. The whole sixth grade went on a 30 mile bike ride for the cure this week. They got sponsers and sent out letters to businesses asking for donations and such. I'm amazed at them. They're such freaking awesome little kiddos.
So anyway, they finished their ride yesterday. And then at school they decided that they were going to let the little girly's cut their hair if they wanted to donate it to locks of love.
My little sister and I had previously discussed donating our hair together, but there couldn't have been a better opportunity. We were initially going to wait for our hair to grow out a little longer, but ended up just doing it last night as I wouldn't be able to make it to school with her today to get mine done at the same time.
So last night, we toted ourselved to Great Clips and got our hair cut. Ten inches didn't seem like it would be a lot to me. But oh my heck! My hair is fantastically short! Almost shorter than I've ever had it... but not quite. It's a tad bit longer than that.
I think it's kinda cute. Kinda a short little bob... Dave hates it. He doesn't like short hair. He did admit that it looks good on me though. Besides, it'll grow back in like a month or two. Not to quite the same length, but long enough he'll live with it and like it.
In other news, I'm really starting to get a kick out of nursery.
Look how adorable these kids are!
They were thankful for their eyes. Super cute huh?
They're fabulous.
Also, I love our new neighbors! We took them cookies. They brought us back brownies. We're going to make them surprise prize cupcakes! It's going to be SO much fun. They're really nice and I love them!
Anyway, there's like ten minutes left of work. And seriously... It's me and the big bosses here. My boss left about 15 minutes ago with a keg of beer in her hands... Insert huge eye roll here...
Later!
So anyway, they finished their ride yesterday. And then at school they decided that they were going to let the little girly's cut their hair if they wanted to donate it to locks of love.
My little sister and I had previously discussed donating our hair together, but there couldn't have been a better opportunity. We were initially going to wait for our hair to grow out a little longer, but ended up just doing it last night as I wouldn't be able to make it to school with her today to get mine done at the same time.
So last night, we toted ourselved to Great Clips and got our hair cut. Ten inches didn't seem like it would be a lot to me. But oh my heck! My hair is fantastically short! Almost shorter than I've ever had it... but not quite. It's a tad bit longer than that.
I think it's kinda cute. Kinda a short little bob... Dave hates it. He doesn't like short hair. He did admit that it looks good on me though. Besides, it'll grow back in like a month or two. Not to quite the same length, but long enough he'll live with it and like it.
In other news, I'm really starting to get a kick out of nursery.
Look how adorable these kids are!
They were thankful for their eyes. Super cute huh?
They're fabulous.
Also, I love our new neighbors! We took them cookies. They brought us back brownies. We're going to make them surprise prize cupcakes! It's going to be SO much fun. They're really nice and I love them!
Anyway, there's like ten minutes left of work. And seriously... It's me and the big bosses here. My boss left about 15 minutes ago with a keg of beer in her hands... Insert huge eye roll here...
Later!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Stronger than Ever
So today, I've actually been thinking about what I really wanted to post about and I've come up with this. I really want to share the testimony I've been developing since I got married and just some things that I think are pretty amazing testimony builders.
First of all, let me just say that I really do have an amazing testimony of the truthfulness of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I know with my whole heart that it's true. I've had some amazing experiences in my life that just help strengthen that testimony.
Dave is one of the very best things for my testimony. He may not know it, but he's been an amazing strength and influence in shaping the testimony I currently have.
Recently, Dave was having a really big issue with the company he was working for and wanted to quit his job. We decided that we would pray about it and find out what the Lord would have us do. We prayed about it in every prayer for the next two days. I felt so calm about it. I didn't stress at all (something that doesn't normally happen. I strees a lot...) Then Dave wrote his letter of resignation, and quit his job. Without anywhere else to go. And I still didn't stress. I knew the Lord would provide. Two days later, Dave had a job. I know with all my being that the Lord had a hand in this and that the calmness and peacefulness I felt about him quitting his job was the Spirit letting me know things would be ok.
Even though Dave didn't have a job for 2 days, we still were doing fine. We got our tax stimulus payment, and didn't stress too much about money--let me rephrase that, I didn't stress... Dave was a different story. And just yesterday, we found out that we qualify for financial aid again for summer semester and we're each getting money refunded from that.
I know that the Lord played a part in this. He has helped us in so many ways. My testimony has grown so much recently.
I know that no matter what happens in this life, the Lord will be there to help and comfort us. I know it.
That's what I was thinking about today. I really just wanted to get that out there. Maybe it will help someone... who knows.
Out until next week-
Steph
First of all, let me just say that I really do have an amazing testimony of the truthfulness of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I know with my whole heart that it's true. I've had some amazing experiences in my life that just help strengthen that testimony.
Dave is one of the very best things for my testimony. He may not know it, but he's been an amazing strength and influence in shaping the testimony I currently have.
Recently, Dave was having a really big issue with the company he was working for and wanted to quit his job. We decided that we would pray about it and find out what the Lord would have us do. We prayed about it in every prayer for the next two days. I felt so calm about it. I didn't stress at all (something that doesn't normally happen. I strees a lot...) Then Dave wrote his letter of resignation, and quit his job. Without anywhere else to go. And I still didn't stress. I knew the Lord would provide. Two days later, Dave had a job. I know with all my being that the Lord had a hand in this and that the calmness and peacefulness I felt about him quitting his job was the Spirit letting me know things would be ok.
Even though Dave didn't have a job for 2 days, we still were doing fine. We got our tax stimulus payment, and didn't stress too much about money--let me rephrase that, I didn't stress... Dave was a different story. And just yesterday, we found out that we qualify for financial aid again for summer semester and we're each getting money refunded from that.
I know that the Lord played a part in this. He has helped us in so many ways. My testimony has grown so much recently.
I know that no matter what happens in this life, the Lord will be there to help and comfort us. I know it.
That's what I was thinking about today. I really just wanted to get that out there. Maybe it will help someone... who knows.
Out until next week-
Steph
Friday, May 09, 2008
It's Party Time...
Seriously though, today for me it is! Dave and I are gonig on yet another date! Whoo hoo! I'm seriously excited for this one.
Here's the plan for the night. First, Dave's going to pick me up at 5:00, and then we're headed over to meet Megan and Chad at IHOP! After dinner, Dave and I have to split for a class orientation that we have tonight, but then we're meeting back up to go Thunder Bowling! Whoo hoo! And after that we might stop and see a movie, but I'm not really positive about that one.
I'm really excited! We haven't seen Megan and Chad since Palm Sunday, so it's been quite a while. And I really love going on dates with them. They're a fun couple to be around and Meg and I have been friends since third grade. Seriously, what better than a night out on the town with the man I love, and some of my best friends? I honestly can't think of a better way to spend my night tonight.
Just today I started noticing a difference on my outlook of work, and how it's changed how I feel while I'm at work. I've decided that perspective changes as you change, and that the difference in things a lot of times is who you are. Lately I've been trying to keep a positive outlook toward all aspects of my life, including my job. Which is why I didn't start out with my usual rant about beer thirty on fridays. I still disagree with it -I think beer is a vile drink. Not only does it smell absolutely disgusting, but I'd never want to lose control of my mind and body the way you do when you're drunk- but I'm ok with it. It's their decision to go out and drink beer. Just like it's mine to stay in and not have a beer.
I've been trying to get the work room cleaned up and kept that way, and I am finally finished with the east side of the room. Next week I'll work on the west side, but until then, I'm satisfied with the product of my hard work. I've got the east side cleaned up and labeled, and part of the west side done if I want to be truthful. It's exciting.
I also recently had my employee review. And surprisingly, my employer rated me higher than I did! And she gave me a raise and talked about how she's glad I'm with the company. Nothing like that to boost morale.
Not to mention, they got rid of the one person I couldn't stand at work. My work environment is getting better and I guess so is my attitude.
My house is for sale. I want it SO badly! But right now, I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll probably never get it. By the time our lease in the apartment is up, this house I want will probably be snatched up off the market. Maybe not though, and then we'll be able to afford it and get it. Someday... I hope. I actually think our next step will be a town home, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
That's all I can think of for now, so I guess you'll hear from me next week.
Later!
Here's the plan for the night. First, Dave's going to pick me up at 5:00, and then we're headed over to meet Megan and Chad at IHOP! After dinner, Dave and I have to split for a class orientation that we have tonight, but then we're meeting back up to go Thunder Bowling! Whoo hoo! And after that we might stop and see a movie, but I'm not really positive about that one.
I'm really excited! We haven't seen Megan and Chad since Palm Sunday, so it's been quite a while. And I really love going on dates with them. They're a fun couple to be around and Meg and I have been friends since third grade. Seriously, what better than a night out on the town with the man I love, and some of my best friends? I honestly can't think of a better way to spend my night tonight.
Just today I started noticing a difference on my outlook of work, and how it's changed how I feel while I'm at work. I've decided that perspective changes as you change, and that the difference in things a lot of times is who you are. Lately I've been trying to keep a positive outlook toward all aspects of my life, including my job. Which is why I didn't start out with my usual rant about beer thirty on fridays. I still disagree with it -I think beer is a vile drink. Not only does it smell absolutely disgusting, but I'd never want to lose control of my mind and body the way you do when you're drunk- but I'm ok with it. It's their decision to go out and drink beer. Just like it's mine to stay in and not have a beer.
I've been trying to get the work room cleaned up and kept that way, and I am finally finished with the east side of the room. Next week I'll work on the west side, but until then, I'm satisfied with the product of my hard work. I've got the east side cleaned up and labeled, and part of the west side done if I want to be truthful. It's exciting.
I also recently had my employee review. And surprisingly, my employer rated me higher than I did! And she gave me a raise and talked about how she's glad I'm with the company. Nothing like that to boost morale.
Not to mention, they got rid of the one person I couldn't stand at work. My work environment is getting better and I guess so is my attitude.
My house is for sale. I want it SO badly! But right now, I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll probably never get it. By the time our lease in the apartment is up, this house I want will probably be snatched up off the market. Maybe not though, and then we'll be able to afford it and get it. Someday... I hope. I actually think our next step will be a town home, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
That's all I can think of for now, so I guess you'll hear from me next week.
Later!
Friday, May 02, 2008
Happy Hour
Well... technically it would be happy half hour.. right?
I think it's kinda funny the way things play out sometimes... How sometimes you think things are one way, and then all of a sudden they change.
Today my "Nicole" texted me. She said she hoped my day went well and told me she was sorry for being such a horrible friend lately. Which of course sparked off a comment from me about how she wasn't horrible, that we were just going in our separate ways. It actually ended up pretty good. I guess the great thing about good friends is that no matter how different you get or how far apart you grow, eventually, you always come back together and realize what brought you together in the first place. And then that makes you realize that no matter what you'll always have that person in your life, for the times when you really need them, and the times you don't. It's amazing how things are put into perspective sometimes.
Later
I think it's kinda funny the way things play out sometimes... How sometimes you think things are one way, and then all of a sudden they change.
Today my "Nicole" texted me. She said she hoped my day went well and told me she was sorry for being such a horrible friend lately. Which of course sparked off a comment from me about how she wasn't horrible, that we were just going in our separate ways. It actually ended up pretty good. I guess the great thing about good friends is that no matter how different you get or how far apart you grow, eventually, you always come back together and realize what brought you together in the first place. And then that makes you realize that no matter what you'll always have that person in your life, for the times when you really need them, and the times you don't. It's amazing how things are put into perspective sometimes.
Later
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
DONE!
Hurray! I'm finally done with all my finals! That rocks. Even though I probably did absolutely horribly at all of them. They're finally all over. I don't even care really about the grades I got. Seriously, don't care. I should, but right now I'm in like a lethargic state. I haven't felt well lately and I just don't give a flying flip. meh... oh well...
It's weird, I thought college would be so much different from high school, but really... it's so much the same it kinda scares me. Maybe I just took easy classes this semester, but nothing has really caused me to stress over grades or really anything. Which is odd, because in high school almost everything stressed me. It's almost like now that I'm in high school I just don't really care anymore. I graduated, that's what life has been about for almost the whole of my life, and now that I'm a college girl, I just don't know.
Onto a completely different subject, It's kinda weird how much things have changed since I got married. People view me as almost a completely different person just because I'm married. Most specifically, we'll call her Nicole. It's different because this person is a person I've trusted implicitly for... Over half of my life. And now that I'm married it's almost like she doesn't trust me at all just because I'm married. She thinks that I'll tell Dave everything she tells me. It's not a good situation. I feel like I've lost a friend, and that there's nothing I can do about it. Life goes on I guess. I'll never forget her, and somewhere, there will always be a part of her in me, we'll just go our separate ways. It just makes me feel somewhat lacking in the friend department. In all actuality, I kind of am, but I've never actually felt like a complete loser because I don't have friends. And I guess I don't really now, I just don't feel as complete... I guess that's the word... as I used to. I feel like there's a part of me missing... I guess because it's been there so long that I don't know what to do without it. That and I lost another really good friend simply because she was upset because I got married. It's kinda upsetting. But Dave's really good about listening to me cry about it and just giving me a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent about Nicole to. He feels really bad about it, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. Maybe it was just time that Nicole and I went our separate ways. I suppose to be honest we've been going in our separate ways ever since she moved, we were just too young and naive to realize it and let it get to us. She's changed a lot, and so have I. Maybe it's better this way. Why do the things in life that are good for us always have to be hard?
Ok... off of that rant....
Dave's still in history finishing his final... I'm on one of the college computers and the keyboard is ridiculously noisy! I feel like everyone should be staring at me just because of the clacking of the keys. It's kind of obnoxious. I'm so used to everything around me being quiet. I like the peacefulness of it all.
And I'm out of things to talk about... I guess I'll just surf the net while I wait for Dave to finish... There's gotta be something good doesn't there?
Maybe if you're lucky I'll post again on Friday during beer thirty...
It's weird, I thought college would be so much different from high school, but really... it's so much the same it kinda scares me. Maybe I just took easy classes this semester, but nothing has really caused me to stress over grades or really anything. Which is odd, because in high school almost everything stressed me. It's almost like now that I'm in high school I just don't really care anymore. I graduated, that's what life has been about for almost the whole of my life, and now that I'm a college girl, I just don't know.
Onto a completely different subject, It's kinda weird how much things have changed since I got married. People view me as almost a completely different person just because I'm married. Most specifically, we'll call her Nicole. It's different because this person is a person I've trusted implicitly for... Over half of my life. And now that I'm married it's almost like she doesn't trust me at all just because I'm married. She thinks that I'll tell Dave everything she tells me. It's not a good situation. I feel like I've lost a friend, and that there's nothing I can do about it. Life goes on I guess. I'll never forget her, and somewhere, there will always be a part of her in me, we'll just go our separate ways. It just makes me feel somewhat lacking in the friend department. In all actuality, I kind of am, but I've never actually felt like a complete loser because I don't have friends. And I guess I don't really now, I just don't feel as complete... I guess that's the word... as I used to. I feel like there's a part of me missing... I guess because it's been there so long that I don't know what to do without it. That and I lost another really good friend simply because she was upset because I got married. It's kinda upsetting. But Dave's really good about listening to me cry about it and just giving me a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent about Nicole to. He feels really bad about it, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. Maybe it was just time that Nicole and I went our separate ways. I suppose to be honest we've been going in our separate ways ever since she moved, we were just too young and naive to realize it and let it get to us. She's changed a lot, and so have I. Maybe it's better this way. Why do the things in life that are good for us always have to be hard?
Ok... off of that rant....
Dave's still in history finishing his final... I'm on one of the college computers and the keyboard is ridiculously noisy! I feel like everyone should be staring at me just because of the clacking of the keys. It's kind of obnoxious. I'm so used to everything around me being quiet. I like the peacefulness of it all.
And I'm out of things to talk about... I guess I'll just surf the net while I wait for Dave to finish... There's gotta be something good doesn't there?
Maybe if you're lucky I'll post again on Friday during beer thirty...
Friday, April 18, 2008
Pow Hana!!!!!!
So that's what it's called in Hawaii when everyone goes out and has a beer at 4:30 on Fridays... It kinda reminds me of Johnny Lingo.. Mohana you ugly! lol.
I think since I don't have to do any work officially after 4:30 on Fridays since everyone else is out getting drunk, I'll try and start writing more blogs.
Life is great. I love love love! being married.Dave is pretty much the best husband I could ever ask for. Oh sure, we have tough times, but we always get through them. There's an enduring love there that helps us get through anything.
Tomorrow I'm going to get all dressed up in my wedding dress again to do bridals that my sister's future mother in law wants to take. She wants to practice doing bridals and I get to be the subject. She takes some pretty cool pictures. I'll have to remember the link sometime and post it here.
If any of you ever get bored check out this blog. It's one that makes me think and reflect on how grateful I am for the life I live and the faith I have that gets me through the days. This little girl is such a trooper and I think she's amazing. I don't know her, but my heart goes out to her family. It's a tear jerker though, I warn you.
I don't know that anyone really reads this anymore- Dave and Spencer maybe- but I don't really care. It's kinda nice just to have a place where I can go and just blab. Dave's really good about listening to me when I need to though. I just sometimes feel like I'm overwhelming him because I talk so much.Thank you for that Dave. Thank you for everything you do for me. I really couldn't ask for more or better. You're the best, and I love you with everything I am. :-D
I think since I don't have to do any work officially after 4:30 on Fridays since everyone else is out getting drunk, I'll try and start writing more blogs.
Life is great. I love love love! being married.Dave is pretty much the best husband I could ever ask for. Oh sure, we have tough times, but we always get through them. There's an enduring love there that helps us get through anything.
Tomorrow I'm going to get all dressed up in my wedding dress again to do bridals that my sister's future mother in law wants to take. She wants to practice doing bridals and I get to be the subject. She takes some pretty cool pictures. I'll have to remember the link sometime and post it here.
If any of you ever get bored check out this blog. It's one that makes me think and reflect on how grateful I am for the life I live and the faith I have that gets me through the days. This little girl is such a trooper and I think she's amazing. I don't know her, but my heart goes out to her family. It's a tear jerker though, I warn you.
I don't know that anyone really reads this anymore- Dave and Spencer maybe- but I don't really care. It's kinda nice just to have a place where I can go and just blab. Dave's really good about listening to me when I need to though. I just sometimes feel like I'm overwhelming him because I talk so much.Thank you for that Dave. Thank you for everything you do for me. I really couldn't ask for more or better. You're the best, and I love you with everything I am. :-D
Friday, March 28, 2008
Work and Such...
So here I sit at work, being bored as all freaking heck on a Friday. It's about 4:45 and guess where my boss is? You'll never guess so let me tell you. She's out in the shop having a beer, just like every other Friday. Can I just say once how freaking ridiculous this is?!
But I guess that's what it's like here. Everyone goes out and has a beer at 4:30 on Fridays, either that or they leave. Except for me. I stay here until 5, just waiting until I can go home. Of course, I'd be able to leave if I was any position in the company other than the receptionist. It's one of the most irritating things about my job, I'd say.
Maybe today I'm just having a bad day or something, but it really is making me mad today. Why should I have to sit here and work while everyone else is out there getting drunk? I'm not even kidding! They stay here until 6 or 7 drinking, and then they leave and drive home! I have a huge problem with this, but I wouldn't know who to complain to or anything of the sort. Whatever though. I guess this is just a good place to vent it. At least I know most of the people who read this blog have the same morals as me and would deem it equally wrong.
I have a lot of issues with my job, but that one is a major one. There are tons of others though. Everyone treats everyone else like crap, I swear it's like being back in high school, but I'd almost even say it was worse. Everyone is petty here. It makes me feel like I'm 5. and they treat me like it too. That's another frustrating thing about my job. I'm not 2 years old. There is no reason for them to treat me like it. They're always checking up on me and repeating things to me just to make sure I understand them. I'm not stupid. If I was, I don't think they'd have hired me, right?
Ok, so even though I make my job sound horrible, there are the good aspects, lunch... I like some of my co workers, Wendy, Shauna, on a really really really really really good day Shilo, Liz sometimes, Jeff... *shrug* that's pretty much it. Everyone else here pretty much blows chunks. In a massive way.
In other news... I want a baby...
This is what my communications teacher would call a pregnant pause...
No, just kidding. No babies for us, at least not now.
Dave and I are giving our very first "adult talks" in sacarment meeting on Sunday. Which for those of you who aren't LDS, means we actually have to speak longer than 5 minutes. We have like 15 minutes to fill up! And I'm horrid at this type of thing anyway. My most memorable experience speaking in sacrament meeting actually didn't involve too many words at all. I got up looked at all the people and me in my brilliance, said "Wow... there's a lot of people here." and promptly started to cry. I finally muttered a few words and closed my talk and sat down. It was horrid. And I never seem to manage to escape speaking in church. I guess I have something to learn from this. So far, I don't think I've learned much. I mean unless you count how to make people think you're feeling the spirit when really you're so terrified you just want to curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of forever.
There wasn't really a point to this blog post. I guess just to vent out my frustrations and such with work. And then I just started rambling. You were warned properly though, I did name the blog random ramblings.
Out for now-
Steph
But I guess that's what it's like here. Everyone goes out and has a beer at 4:30 on Fridays, either that or they leave. Except for me. I stay here until 5, just waiting until I can go home. Of course, I'd be able to leave if I was any position in the company other than the receptionist. It's one of the most irritating things about my job, I'd say.
Maybe today I'm just having a bad day or something, but it really is making me mad today. Why should I have to sit here and work while everyone else is out there getting drunk? I'm not even kidding! They stay here until 6 or 7 drinking, and then they leave and drive home! I have a huge problem with this, but I wouldn't know who to complain to or anything of the sort. Whatever though. I guess this is just a good place to vent it. At least I know most of the people who read this blog have the same morals as me and would deem it equally wrong.
I have a lot of issues with my job, but that one is a major one. There are tons of others though. Everyone treats everyone else like crap, I swear it's like being back in high school, but I'd almost even say it was worse. Everyone is petty here. It makes me feel like I'm 5. and they treat me like it too. That's another frustrating thing about my job. I'm not 2 years old. There is no reason for them to treat me like it. They're always checking up on me and repeating things to me just to make sure I understand them. I'm not stupid. If I was, I don't think they'd have hired me, right?
Ok, so even though I make my job sound horrible, there are the good aspects, lunch... I like some of my co workers, Wendy, Shauna, on a really really really really really good day Shilo, Liz sometimes, Jeff... *shrug* that's pretty much it. Everyone else here pretty much blows chunks. In a massive way.
In other news... I want a baby...
This is what my communications teacher would call a pregnant pause...
No, just kidding. No babies for us, at least not now.
Dave and I are giving our very first "adult talks" in sacarment meeting on Sunday. Which for those of you who aren't LDS, means we actually have to speak longer than 5 minutes. We have like 15 minutes to fill up! And I'm horrid at this type of thing anyway. My most memorable experience speaking in sacrament meeting actually didn't involve too many words at all. I got up looked at all the people and me in my brilliance, said "Wow... there's a lot of people here." and promptly started to cry. I finally muttered a few words and closed my talk and sat down. It was horrid. And I never seem to manage to escape speaking in church. I guess I have something to learn from this. So far, I don't think I've learned much. I mean unless you count how to make people think you're feeling the spirit when really you're so terrified you just want to curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of forever.
There wasn't really a point to this blog post. I guess just to vent out my frustrations and such with work. And then I just started rambling. You were warned properly though, I did name the blog random ramblings.
Out for now-
Steph
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I died... and presented my own eulogy... from Andie's point of view.
What a great honor it is for me to be here tonight as we celebrate the life of Stephanie Lynne Brewer Higham, beloved wife, daughter, sister, and friend.
Stephanie will forever be remembered in my mind with a cheerful smile of her face, a laugh just waiting to bubble out. She had such a great countenance about her, waiting to share it with anyone who needed it.
I met Stephanie in elementary school, when she cleverly pointed out that we were wearing the same overalls, but we didn’t become friends until a few years later.
One of my most cherished memories with Stephanie happened while sleeping over at her house. We had just learned our new favorite card game called “Dummies”, and we played it every chance we got. During the process of this game, we both smacked our foreheads really hard, and instead of letting the pain get to us, we started to laugh. While we were laughing, we both leaned toward the center of the bed we were playing on and managed to put just enough pressure on it to send it to the floor. We were both startled for a moment before erupting in fits of giggles again.
She used her smile and her laughter to help people really often. She once told me it was her goal to smile at people as they passed, so they would at least have one bright spot in their day, no matter how bad the rest of it was. She used to remind everyone of the quote “Never frown, you never know who may be falling in love with your smile.” We passed this advice back and forth countless times when anyone was having a bad day.
Stephanie was very dedicated to her family, friends, and religion. I remember one time, I called her crying while she was in the middle of a date with her now husband, David, and not caring that her date was ruined, she made Dave drive her the thirty miles to my house just so she could sit with me while I cried.
Stephanie wanted to become a sign language interpreter and was working steadily toward that goal from the time she was fifteen years old. She spent numerous hours studying and developing her skills so she could help the deaf community. She signed any time she got a chance, and it used to frustrate me when I didn’t understand what she was saying. Her kindness towards those different from her never ceased to amaze me.
She also wanted to be a mother, but was never given that opportunity in this lifetime. Instead of having her own children, she spent time in her church’s nursery, loving and caring for the children that needed her there. She was quick to love, and slow to let go of those children. There was a very special place for them in her heart.
Stephanie was a woman of many talents. She could always be found singing, singing while she cleaned, singing along with the radio, or just to pass the time. She also was a talented pianist, often pounding out her frustrations or anger through her music. She devoted hours to learning the clarinet and was a very musical person.
Being raised in Kearns definitely had its effect on Stephanie. It kept her involved in her church and community activities. She became very involved in anti-tobacco activist youth groups. She enjoyed spending time educating others about the harmful effects and dangers of using tobacco. She loved spending time with her mentors and peers involved in the Teen Advocates against Tobacco and the Utah Phoenix Alliance throughout junior high and high school.
She graduated high school in June 2007 after being involved in many extracurricular activities including choir, debate, the Academy of Hospitality and Tourism, along with numerous advance placement and concurrent enrollment courses.
She met her husband Dave early in her senior year and knew then that it was meant to be. After getting engaged in May, they were married for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake Temple on October 5, 2007. She loved him with all her heart.
She leaves behind her loving husband, David Michael, parents John David and Susan Darlene, along with siblings Amanda Sue, Matthew David, and Sharen Dee, as well as grandparents, and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins.
Although no longer with us in this world, Stephanie will always live with us in our memories and our hearts. She is watching over all of us and is waiting for the time when we will all be together again.
Stephanie will forever be remembered in my mind with a cheerful smile of her face, a laugh just waiting to bubble out. She had such a great countenance about her, waiting to share it with anyone who needed it.
I met Stephanie in elementary school, when she cleverly pointed out that we were wearing the same overalls, but we didn’t become friends until a few years later.
One of my most cherished memories with Stephanie happened while sleeping over at her house. We had just learned our new favorite card game called “Dummies”, and we played it every chance we got. During the process of this game, we both smacked our foreheads really hard, and instead of letting the pain get to us, we started to laugh. While we were laughing, we both leaned toward the center of the bed we were playing on and managed to put just enough pressure on it to send it to the floor. We were both startled for a moment before erupting in fits of giggles again.
She used her smile and her laughter to help people really often. She once told me it was her goal to smile at people as they passed, so they would at least have one bright spot in their day, no matter how bad the rest of it was. She used to remind everyone of the quote “Never frown, you never know who may be falling in love with your smile.” We passed this advice back and forth countless times when anyone was having a bad day.
Stephanie was very dedicated to her family, friends, and religion. I remember one time, I called her crying while she was in the middle of a date with her now husband, David, and not caring that her date was ruined, she made Dave drive her the thirty miles to my house just so she could sit with me while I cried.
Stephanie wanted to become a sign language interpreter and was working steadily toward that goal from the time she was fifteen years old. She spent numerous hours studying and developing her skills so she could help the deaf community. She signed any time she got a chance, and it used to frustrate me when I didn’t understand what she was saying. Her kindness towards those different from her never ceased to amaze me.
She also wanted to be a mother, but was never given that opportunity in this lifetime. Instead of having her own children, she spent time in her church’s nursery, loving and caring for the children that needed her there. She was quick to love, and slow to let go of those children. There was a very special place for them in her heart.
Stephanie was a woman of many talents. She could always be found singing, singing while she cleaned, singing along with the radio, or just to pass the time. She also was a talented pianist, often pounding out her frustrations or anger through her music. She devoted hours to learning the clarinet and was a very musical person.
Being raised in Kearns definitely had its effect on Stephanie. It kept her involved in her church and community activities. She became very involved in anti-tobacco activist youth groups. She enjoyed spending time educating others about the harmful effects and dangers of using tobacco. She loved spending time with her mentors and peers involved in the Teen Advocates against Tobacco and the Utah Phoenix Alliance throughout junior high and high school.
She graduated high school in June 2007 after being involved in many extracurricular activities including choir, debate, the Academy of Hospitality and Tourism, along with numerous advance placement and concurrent enrollment courses.
She met her husband Dave early in her senior year and knew then that it was meant to be. After getting engaged in May, they were married for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake Temple on October 5, 2007. She loved him with all her heart.
She leaves behind her loving husband, David Michael, parents John David and Susan Darlene, along with siblings Amanda Sue, Matthew David, and Sharen Dee, as well as grandparents, and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins.
Although no longer with us in this world, Stephanie will always live with us in our memories and our hearts. She is watching over all of us and is waiting for the time when we will all be together again.
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