Drama, Drama, Drama

So about a week ago, Chompy decided that he no longer wanted to breastfeed. It happened quite suddenly and was super frustrating. We visited the lactation nurse at the hospital and got help from our sister-in-law who is a wiz at breastfeeding and still Chompy did not eat. Since he wouldn't eat from me, we tried bottles and drip lines. Everyday it seemed to get worse. Then yesterday we were at the end of our rope. We went in to the hospital to get help from the Lactation nurse one last time. She got him to latch on and eat no problem. Then she had me try and I couldn't do it. That was it. I felt broken. I had no fight left in me. We decided to try on the next feeding and when he fought it, I gave up and gave him a bottle. We decided that we were done with breastfeeding and would just have to bottle feed from there on out.

So Trent gave him a bottle at around 8pm and then we went out as a family to see our HOA clubhouse and get treats. We got to the clubhouse and all of the sudden Grant projectile vomited the entire contents of his stomach all over. He was strapped in his car seat so I started cleaning him off when he started to choke. I got him out of the seat and patted him on the back and he just kept choking. Trent kicked into nurse gear and gave him big pounds on the back but he just kept choking and started to have little 5-10 second spells where he'd stop breathing. We were freaking out! We threw Jane in the car and didn't even bother putting him back in his seat and sped home. I ran up and grabbed the suction bulb they gave us in the hospital and started suctioning out his throat and nose. We worked on him for a good 20 mins. It was the scariest 20 mins of my life. There were points where I was scared for his life because of how he was arching back, how he looked, and that he wasn't breathing. At one point we were about to call 911 but he seemed to get better a little so we decided to just drive him to the ER. Through all of this, Jane was screaming and trying to get in to see what we were doing so we decided it would be best if we could get someone to watch her. We ran to the only neighbor close by we know and they weren't home so we threw her in the car and called my Aunt on the way to the hospital to come get her.

We made it all the way to Primary Childrens Hospital and I ran in with Grant. The ER was full!!! There were so many people there! We got all checked in, got Jane off with my Aunt, and then had a dear friend come help Trent give Grant a blessing. I don't know what we'd do without the Priesthood. When we finally got called back, we were visited by a Nurse Practitioner (who reminded us of Patch Adams), a doctor, and a regular nurse. They decided that, although he looked good at that point, that they wanted to get a chest x-ray just to make sure his lungs were ok. The Patch Adams guy told me to feed him and then we'd go over to x-ray. I told him I'd do my best but the little guy doesn't breast feed. So Patch left and I half halfheartedly put Grant up to feed. The kid latched on no problem and stared to chow down!!!! What the heck!?!?!?!? He even did well on the other side! It was a little miracle! We took him to x-ray and he did well but when we got back, he wanted to eat again! When the x-rays came back we were visited again by all three practitioners and told that we could go home. We left the hospital at 1 am so tired we could barely see straight. But so happy that everything went ok and that Grant was ok.

Since then, the kid breastfeeds like a champ--like he was born for it! We've decided that we have lots of drama with our kids so maybe two really is enough. . . While we were waiting for doctors Trent and I were talking about how similar our two kids are: both pooped before being born so they had to have special attention when they were born; both had a horrific time breastfeeding; and now both have aspirated to the point they needed immediate medical attention. Yeah, two is enough. But, as terrible as yesterday was, we are so incredibly grateful for the blessings of the day. We are so grateful that our son is ok and still with us. We are grateful that he remembered how to breastfeed. We are grateful for family who will help us out in a moments notice. We are grateful for trained doctors and nurses who can help us out. We are grateful for the Priesthood and the immense power that prayer has. And we are thankful that yesterday is over :)

Blessed

Over the past month we have truly been blessed by family and friends. It was about a month ago that we closed on our home and had a week to put everything together. Our families jumped right in to help. We had people over at the house from 9 in the morning till past midnight almost every night knocking down walls, tearing out carpet, building walls, painting, cleaning, mudding, taping, and working on the yard. With no air conditioning in the house, everyone just kept going. We also had family take Jane (who would seriously cry when we'd pull up to the house each day because she hated sitting there all day) and bring in meals. In 8 days we were able to fix the things that needed fixing, paint the ENTIRE house, and get new carpet. A miracle that would not have happened without the help of family.

Then came moving day. Another hot day but family showed up and moved us from our little student apartment to the house. My sweet mother, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law and her kids stayed at the apartment with me to help clean. Once again without AC. When the heat got to me, I left and they kept cleaning. I came back later that night to finish up and there wasn't much to be done. Meanwhile, Trent and the rest of the family moved us into the house. My wonderful sisters-in-law unpacked my whole kitchen and by the time I got there that night, we had a bed made and ready to sleep in, Jane had a crib ready to go, the kitchen was not only put away, it was stocked with food and other sweet treasures we are still finding, the baby's room was set up with the pack-n-play and filled with gifts, and each bathroom was stocked with TP and soap. I couldn't sleep that night, I just kept walking around and around the house in disbelief that it had all come together. Two days later little man Grant came into our lives and once again family was there. There to watch Jane (thank you Charlene), there to welcome our son into the world, there that evening with gifts and well wishes, and calls throughout the week. Our new ward and neighbors even jumped in to help, bringing in meals and stopping by to visit. And we've been blessed to have so many good friends call and check up on us.
It has been a wild month with buying a home, moving, renovations, and a new baby and I KNOW that we couldn't have done any of it without the help of others. We are truly blessed to have the love and support that we've had and don't know how to ever repay those who have given of their time and energy and means to make this all come together for us. We are forever thankful.

Happy Birthday!

Here's a quick Birthday shout out to the love of my life! Happy Birthday Trent! I'm so glad you were born!You make life so much fun!

One Week Old

Our little man is now one week old! We have finally decided on a name: Grant Mitchell Bassett. Grant after my Grandpa and Mitchell after Trent's dad. While it's nice to finally have a name for him, we still call him Chomper (because of his vigorous eating habits!)

We are adjusting slowly. Jane loves her brother--sometimes a little too much. She thinks it's hilarious when he gets the hiccups and loves to give him kisses and hugs. Trent is doing well dealing with me and taking care of Jane for most of the day. He has also gotten a lot done around the house unpacking and fixing the sprinklers. As for me, I am recovering nicely. Much faster than last time. Here are some pictures from Chomper's first week of life. Enjoy!Getting ready for the Big Show

Introducing Mr. Grant Mitchell Bassett 8lbs 4 oz

Me and my little man

My boys

Jane meeting her brother for the first time

Our first family of 4 picture.

Chompy all ready to go home

One week old

Obviously not Chomper, but thought this was so cute of my Jane. Our little pant-less cowgirl :)

He's Here!!!

Little Man Bassett was born yesterday (Monday, July 6th) at 2:38 pm. He weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and has strawberry blonde hair. He looks just like Trent and his dad! Total Bassett boy :) The Labor and Delivery went really well. We got to the hospital at around 9:00 am and got started right away. There was a short ultrasound to make sure he was still head down and then they immediately hooked me up to the pitocin. As soon as that was flowing, they gave me my epidural. Good times. Except it only worked on one side so while my left side felt like Jello, my right side really started to feel the contractions. No fun!! They came in and gave me an extra dose of the medicine and rolled me on my side and then the right side started to numb up. They broke my water and at around 2:00 it was time to push. I was expecting at least an hour seeing as how I pushed for 3 1/2 with Jane and this little guy hadn't really dropped all that much. Well, I got to push through 2 contractions and he was here! He came out and was perfect and cried and then came and cuddled with his mom. The past day has been really nice. He's a great sleeper and a wonderful eater (I've nick named him Chomper because he really has a firm bite when eating. ouch!). Jane came yesterday and today for a visit and she adores him! She loves to hug and kiss him and hold him. We just need to work on being soft. . . We get to go home tomorrow and still need to decide on a name. We'll see how that goes. We get internet at our house on Thursday so I'll post pictures then. Until then, here's one my little brother took today.

Sittin', waitin', wishin'

Well, we are at the hospital waiting for little man to come. My water is broke and the epidural is in and now we just wait. We are still not decided on a name but hopefully that will fall into place when we see him. :) Can't wait to meet you little man!!!!

Disconnecting

So this will be my last post for a while. We move into our new home tomorrow morning and we don't have Internet out there yet.

The house has done a 180 in the past week. In just one week exactly, we've been able to pull up the carpet, tear down a wall, build a wall (framed, wall boarded, mudded, textured, and painted), paint the entire house (upstairs and down every room and closet), clean, tear up the weeds in the front, fix the leaking shower, and get carpet (well, technically that will all be in tomorrow). We honestly could not have done it without the help of our families. They have been true blessings this past week staying at the house until midnight, working in the hot house without complaining, pitching in where ever there needed something to be done, watching Jane, bringing us dinner, etc. I can not even express our gratitude to them right now. Because of everyone's hard work, we have a home to move to. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will post pictures of the finished product when we get the net again.

Baby update: the turning of the baby worked! He is now head down. I consider it a miracle seeing as those procedures have a 50% success rate. It was mighty painful but totally worth it! The doctor does not want to run the risk of Little Man turning up-right again so he will be inducing me on Monday morning! So if all goes well, we will get to meet our son in less than 4 days!!!! I can't wait!

Hope that everyone has a safe and fun holiday weekend! Go USA!