My sister Anika gave Bella adorable headbands with interchangeable flowers and bows for her birthday. Word has it she made them herself. Flowers seem to bring out Bella’s natural beauty, especially when it is as big as her head. I’m serious. She looks so fabthat I feel frumpy next to her.
Well, at her 1 year check up she checked in at 15 lbs 9 oz and 26 inches long. She's still going strong in the 0 percentile in both categories, and she is roughly the size and weight of a 6 month old.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
We went to the temple on the last Saturday of the month. We can add this one to the string of disasters that seem imminent on the last Saturday of each month. I wrote a short story about this one because it was a shocker. Yes, I realize we should have been huddling in a storm shelter instead of cruising the interstate, but in our defense after more than three hours in the car we just wanted to get home.
Thunder grumbled louder and deeper as we whizzed past a roadside marker that read “
“I repeat,” the announcer paused, “there is a tornado warning in effect in western
I looked at my husband. His eyelids strained wider than usual, the result of trying to see the road through the hammering downpour, and the announcement on the radio. My heart began knocking on my ribs to the beat of the windshield wipers.
“The tornado warning remains in effect until 7:30 p.m.,” the radio announced. The clock showed 7:19.
“Hon, I’m scared,” Ryan husband admitted. “We are in western
“No, I think we should just keep going. We’ll be home in almost fifteen minutes.” The windshield wipers twitched across the windshield on high, but still couldn’t clear the water streaming down the glass, blurring the lane lines ahead of us. Besides, we would be out of western
“A tornado warning is also in effect for
I debated mentally whether we were doing the right thing. “God will protect us on the way home from the temple,” I thought. And then I remembered our last few temple trips, sliding off the frozen freeway, Ryan forgetting his suit and having to buy a new one, a rock breaking our windshield, and moments after that the windshield wipers broke in the first big snow storm of the season. “But, that was on the way to the temple. We are on our way home from the temple,” I retorted. And then I realized that God expects us to do the best we can and He’ll do the rest. We aren’t doing the best we can to protect ourselves right now.
My heartbeat increased to a gallop when we noticed the string of police cars and trucks lining the frontage road. A barn torn into a heap with just one, red, freshly painted wall still standing. I cast my eyes about and found metal roof pieces dangling in the treetops, and cars parked on their hoods instead of their wheels. Several roadside trees were cloven in two.
“Woa! Did you see that house?” Ryan pointed to a place now hidden behind a hill. I didn’t need to ask what he saw. “We are almost home. Just a few minutes left.” But then the announcer’s voice interrupted the music once again.
“We have reports of a tornado touch down in the
“I’m glad we stopped at McDonald’s, or we might have driven right into it,” Ryan said with his eyes still wide. I didn’t say anything. I only thought about how trivial a damp car ride would be compared to the damage we could have sustained if we met a tornado in a ’97 Nissan Sentra. I reached back and felt Bella’s tiny fingers without waking her, grateful that a tornado hadn’t disrupted her sleep.
“I don’t know, but
This link has a video that surveys the damages from this tornado that I thought was pretty impressive.
Also, I nabbed these photos from the Lawrence Journalworld website.
On Sunday morning, two weeks ago, we sidled from our apartment laden with the diaper bag, our church bag, and Bella in her car seat. When the car came into view we both saw that it tilted ominously to one side. We hoped we had parked in a hole, but we hadn’t. Our front passenger side tire hung from the rim with its hollow folds resting on the asphalt.
It was possible to arrive in Topeka in time to teach our lessons if we fixed it within half an hour, so Ryan traded his suit for grungy clothes and set to work while I put my make up on, and gave moral support. He jacked up the car and removed the flat without a problem and we thought we would make it, until we found that the new spare tire we just bought didn’t even fit on the wheel. Instead of walking forty miles to our Spanish branch, we decided to go to the University ward down the street.
What a lame spare tire! Why did it say it was for a '97 Sentra? We bought that one to replace the first one that failed us. When Ryan put it on our car two winters ago we discovered that the previous owner had bent the spare's rim beyond what should be possible and that one didn't work either.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It has been a year since that memorable day, and my tailbone still hurts, but it was more than worth the struggle. Every time she learns something new or starts making new noises a thrill waves through my body. This little princess brings more joy to our life than anything in the world possibly could. She is the sweetest girl in the whole world.Today Bella is a tireless bundle of energy. Her favorite haunts are, in the bathroom, under the bed, inside her toy basket, and anywhere Mommy and Daddy are. Her favorite food is cake. Her favorite grandparent is...whichever one is reading this right now. Her favorite activities are, emptying cupboards and sitting inside them, pulling all her toys out of the toy basket and climbing into it, removing food storage from under the bed and then crawling under, splashing in the tub, playing “chase” with Mommy and Daddy, and being carried around. She doesn’t like, getting her face wiped, eating food, getting her diaper changed, or letting Mommy get anything done.
***Warning*** Graphic descriptions of child birth follow. Do not read if you have a weak stomach.
One year ago Ryan hurtled us through
My troubles weren’t over after getting upstairs and into a bed. Ryan wouldn’t let me squeeze his hand, or arm through the contractions after two tries. He didn’t want the bones in his hand crushed, and he didn’t like the Indian burn on his arm either. The nurse had a limitless list of questions about our insurance, my personal info, and possible allergies. Her response to, or I should say evasion of, my inquiries about how long it would take them to give me an epidural, was pushing my blood pressure higher and higher. If she would have just given me some sort of estimate I would have left her in peace. Instead, she replied with, “Oh, after we’re done with this,” and, “It shouldn’t be too long,” or “when the anesthesiologist gets here.” Ryan kept apologizing for my being short with her.I finally got the epidural a couple hours after we got to the hospital. I was in bliss. I could still feel my legs and move them, including the pressure from the contractions, but it didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, baby Bella’s heart rate went down, and stayed down: it hovered around 60, instead of 120, and they couldn’t get it back up. After almost ten minutes they decided to stop my contractions to see if it would help, then they attached a metal probe to her head to get more accurate readings. Bella stabilized and they tried to get my contractions going again. It took more than half an hour for the petosin to kick in but it did. My doctor formulated a plan to make sure the distress of delivery didn’t become too dangerous for our almost born baby. The plan was to “Get the baby out, as quick as possible.” So I pushed, and he pulled with the vacuum. Nine minutes later Isabella *Cecilia Harvey came into the world weighing 5 pounds 5 ounces. I broke my tailbone, and ripped in two places. Ryan just kept repeating, “There’s so much blood!”
*Ryan took advantage of my newfound epidural bliss. He was filling out the birth certificate form when he suggested we make her middle name “Cecilia.” I objected because I thought it was weird to name her after me. Ryan persisted and I couldn’t really think of a reason not to. Now the poor thing will have to learn how to spell a 21 letter name in kindergarten.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
It's official, and it has been for more than a week-I just haven't updated the blog. We are moving to Sugar Land, Texas!!! After receiving three job offers (I can brag about my husband, right?), Ryan accepted a position as "Management Assistant I" at the City of Sugar Land. He starts June 1st!