Another busy day today. We are gearing up to go to the Badger campout which starts tomorrow. I have a lot of laundry to fold. I'm going to get the boys to help me start packing. No, I have not started packing yet. I don't think I could live with all the half-packed stuff lying around for very long. For one thing, half-packed stuff means that little ones will get into it and unpack it and then I'll forget to pack it again or not even know it's missing. So I save my packing for last minute, and in the meantime I add and add and add to the list.
On top of packing we need to clean our house and go to WIC and do some shopping. And we need to make sure everyone's taken care of in the meantime. It's no wonder we haven't found a job yet. We haven't had time because we're always running.
And all this running has me really frustrated because now that we've made it over the hump and into the third trimester I'm starting to feel REALLY old. When I was pregnant with one of my last two babies I told the doctor about some hip pain I was having. And the muscles under my tummy also were getting pulled easily. He said that happens with c-section patients because muscles and things end up being shorter after a c-section. So I have to be careful how I move or I pull those muscles. It's really not horrible. I don't pull them badly, but I can feel that they're not long enough, and it doesn't feel good. And my hip complains when I do a lot of bending over. Yesterday I loaded the dishwasher, and when I stood up from sorting silverware into the silverware holder I thought I would die. It hurt bad! I also can't spend a lot of time standing around because my hip doesn't like that either. It is absolutely ridiculous. I'm 35, not 80! I don't like feeling confined. I don't like the idea that I can't chase Timmy as much as I want to on this campout. However, it could be much worse. Pulled muscles and aching hips are nothing to run to the doctor about. At least I'm not having preterm labor or something. And thank heavens the boys are home for the summer. We've been putting them to work, and that will continue.
And in the midst of this all we've had a couple of doctor appointments. A few weeks ago some guy from our health plan called and finagled me into making well child doctor appointments for Hyrum and Jill. It surprises me that he only picked out those two because none of our children have been to a well child checkup in ages. Hyrum was a toddler last time he went. And since the doctor we were visiting here in Globe stopped doing shots we stopped going to well child visits. So up until Hyrum was a toddler I was really good about doing those. But since then each child has been to only a couple of them. Timmy's last doctor visit was when he was a few days old. He was supposed to go back at a month old for a well child checkup, but the wanted us to pay like $100 for a copay because it was a new year, and I couldn't do it. So that was the end of that.
Anyway, so Hyrum's checkup was last week. Yesterday was Jill's. She is smack dab in the middle of the height and weight charts, and she checked out great in everything else. She had lots of fun telling the doctor and his helper all about her birthday and her pink cake and pink crown. She is now due for some shots. Poor girly! But as soon as those are done she'll be all set for Kindergarten in 2014.
And Jeremy had a checkup yesterday with his surgeon. His steri strips are still clinging on tightly. I expected that she'd take them off to check his scar, but she didn't. She said it's best to leave them on to minimize stretching and so that the scar will be smaller. But she did say that since Wednesday will be two weeks since his surgery he can just take them off then if he wants. That is also the day he is allowed to bathe and swim. So we're still not sure what his wound looks like, but we do know it's doing fine. There hasn't been any redness or leaking fluid or anything like that. Hooray! And the biopsy results were in. The doctors' guesses were right. It was just a little fat deposit. They didn't say what caused it, but it was not dangerous. Hooray!
So maybe you're wondering why I titled this post waiting. Well, we are still waiting for results from Hyrum's ultrasound. We are waiting to take off Jeremy's strips. We are waiting for the campout to get here. We are tired of waiting in waiting rooms. We are waiting to figure out where in the world we're suppose to be and what in the world kind of job we're supposed to find. (We're searching too, of course, but we are also kind of waiting for things to slow down so we can do more searching. It has been a busy summer!) And we are waiting, waiting, waiting for Little Guy to come in less than 12 weeks. Time really is short and I need to be planning out his blessing outfit, but I'm feeling kind of stumped. I don't feel like I have any reference for how big to make it. I need to just pull out one of the outfits I have and use that as a basis, but I'd hate to end up with the shirt to short or something. Well, at least all the crocheting is finally done on his blankie. All I need to do now is weave in the billions of ends.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Jill is 4!
Happy birthday, Jill!
1 week old
1 year old
2 years old
3 years old (with Aunt Kimberly - they share a birthday :)
4 years old!
The years sure fly by. 4 already?! I'm thankful for this sweet girl! I've been watching her extra closely today and have noticed again just how much she's grown and changed and learned in the last few months. It's so neat to see. She is growing into such a lovely, caring, wonderful young lady. I love how she loves to dance and dress up pretty. (She still says "pity" for "pretty." :) Our wait for her to come seemed so long at times. I don't know what I would do without her!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Getting Better
I'm sorry for not updating. We did go to the doctor on Monday. By that time Hyrum was feeling a lot better. He was only hurting when that spot was pushed on. The doctor ordered an ultrasound of Hyrum's gallbladder, and that is scheduled for Thursday morning. He says it doesn't hurt anymore but just feels weird when it gets pushed on.
Jeremy is also healing. He's been itching. His wound is still covered in those steri strips, so we haven't actually seen it. But there's no redness around it. He's had me use peroxide on it a couple of times. I'm glad he's doing so well. He says it doesn't hurt as long as Timmy doesn't kick it. ;)
And my dad is back to his normal activities, I hear. Doing better all around. :)
I haven't heard from the cardiologist, but I haven't had any premature beats in a week or two as far as I know. Hooray!
Jeremy is also healing. He's been itching. His wound is still covered in those steri strips, so we haven't actually seen it. But there's no redness around it. He's had me use peroxide on it a couple of times. I'm glad he's doing so well. He says it doesn't hurt as long as Timmy doesn't kick it. ;)
And my dad is back to his normal activities, I hear. Doing better all around. :)
I haven't heard from the cardiologist, but I haven't had any premature beats in a week or two as far as I know. Hooray!
Saturday, June 15, 2013
It Hurt and It Hurt and It Didn't Help
(Just so you know, that title is a quote from a joke Jeremy likes to tell.)
Jeremy is still in recovery from his surgery. He still needs naps, and now his incision is itching. It's a good thing we can take the big plastic sticker off tomorrow because it's falling off. I'm a little worried about that. It seems like it's going to hurt. Every now and then he'll say, "My back hurts!" Poor guy. I hope it heals up quickly!
Some of you know this, but my dad was in the hospital the day before yesterday. He was very dehydrated and had an infection. The poor guy. I'm so thankful for doctors who knew what to do to help. He wasn't improving very much, so he was given a new antibiotic, and that has helped a lot. He actually ate breakfast and walked around a bit today. I am so glad! That's wonderful! Mama says, "You hit 60 and you start to fall apart." Let that be a lesson to us all. Never hit 60! ;)
And then we have Hyrum. He has been hurting since Tuesday afternoon. We thought it was just gas at first, but now we're pretty convinced that it's not because the pain is quite localized and is still there. The last two days he has been especially bad. He hasn't been eating a whole lot and he cries a lot. It hurts him to move. He has taken several naps as well. I am worried about him. We asked Aaron to have a look at him yesterday, and he also thinks it's not gas. He thinks it may be his intestines or his gall bladder. Hyrum is scheduled for a well child checkup at the doctor on Monday afternoon. We asked Aaron if we could wait until then to take Hyrum in, and he said yes. Hyrum doesn't want to go at all. I've mentioned several times that I wanted to take him in, and he immediately let me know he didn't want to. So I guess we will wait until Monday. Hopefully we can get it figured out quickly and have him all better soon. I feel bad, though. Poor guy!
Jeremy is still in recovery from his surgery. He still needs naps, and now his incision is itching. It's a good thing we can take the big plastic sticker off tomorrow because it's falling off. I'm a little worried about that. It seems like it's going to hurt. Every now and then he'll say, "My back hurts!" Poor guy. I hope it heals up quickly!
Some of you know this, but my dad was in the hospital the day before yesterday. He was very dehydrated and had an infection. The poor guy. I'm so thankful for doctors who knew what to do to help. He wasn't improving very much, so he was given a new antibiotic, and that has helped a lot. He actually ate breakfast and walked around a bit today. I am so glad! That's wonderful! Mama says, "You hit 60 and you start to fall apart." Let that be a lesson to us all. Never hit 60! ;)
And then we have Hyrum. He has been hurting since Tuesday afternoon. We thought it was just gas at first, but now we're pretty convinced that it's not because the pain is quite localized and is still there. The last two days he has been especially bad. He hasn't been eating a whole lot and he cries a lot. It hurts him to move. He has taken several naps as well. I am worried about him. We asked Aaron to have a look at him yesterday, and he also thinks it's not gas. He thinks it may be his intestines or his gall bladder. Hyrum is scheduled for a well child checkup at the doctor on Monday afternoon. We asked Aaron if we could wait until then to take Hyrum in, and he said yes. Hyrum doesn't want to go at all. I've mentioned several times that I wanted to take him in, and he immediately let me know he didn't want to. So I guess we will wait until Monday. Hopefully we can get it figured out quickly and have him all better soon. I feel bad, though. Poor guy!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Timmy and the Telly
Yesterday we went to Wal-Mart and picked up a DVD set with those old weird TV shows from Cartoon Network: Ed, Edd, and Eddy; Courage the Cowardly Dog; Johnny Bravo; and Dexter's Laboratory. I suppose those last two aren't all that weird, but there's no denying the first two are. Still, they are family favorites. :)
So we were watching some of the episodes last night, and Timmy was picking up on things here and there. He started saying, "Jungle Boy," right away (a character on Johnny Bravo). I think he liked that one because he was already talking about Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy ("Merman a Bah Boy") from Spongebob. I can't remember what else he was saying last night, but it was funny. Well, today he found his little dog toy that you pull behind you on a string. He was dragging it around, and every now and then he'd say, "Stupid dog!" That is what Eustace calls Courage. Darn it! If it wasn't so cute I'd try to get him to not say it.
He seems to be sensitive about what we can repeat lately. If we talk about something he's been talking about (for, example, Jungle Boy), he'll scowl and say, "Don't a Jungle Boy!" And sometimes he'll even hit us to punctuate. Hmmmm... I'm not sure how to convince him not to hit. I'm sure he will learn. His siblings all do - sort of - eventually. His scowls and growls are so funny, though.
In other news, Jeremy is doing well overall. He slept that first day away, except that when he wasn't sleeping he was throwing up. He couldn't keep anything down at all. And this wasn't normal old throwing up either. This was projectile vomiting. I was so worried about him. And it seemed like he threw up harder each time, even though there was nothing in his stomach. Thank heavens that is done! He threw up for the last time at about 11:00 the first day, and the second day he slept a lot as well but didn't throw up. He was able to eat just fine. Today is the third day. Both yesterday and today he has been feeling pain in his hurt. I'm not sure exactly how it is because he doesn't complain much at all. I know it hurts when Timmy kicks it. And I know it hurts when we go over bumps in the car. But he's up and doing mostly everything like normal. He's even been back on the job hunt today. Oh, joy! I don't envy him that job. :( But I'm thankful he's doing better and was at least able to shower today. I'm thankful that he's healing and not throwing up anymore. Hooray!
So we were watching some of the episodes last night, and Timmy was picking up on things here and there. He started saying, "Jungle Boy," right away (a character on Johnny Bravo). I think he liked that one because he was already talking about Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy ("Merman a Bah Boy") from Spongebob. I can't remember what else he was saying last night, but it was funny. Well, today he found his little dog toy that you pull behind you on a string. He was dragging it around, and every now and then he'd say, "Stupid dog!" That is what Eustace calls Courage. Darn it! If it wasn't so cute I'd try to get him to not say it.
He seems to be sensitive about what we can repeat lately. If we talk about something he's been talking about (for, example, Jungle Boy), he'll scowl and say, "Don't a Jungle Boy!" And sometimes he'll even hit us to punctuate. Hmmmm... I'm not sure how to convince him not to hit. I'm sure he will learn. His siblings all do - sort of - eventually. His scowls and growls are so funny, though.
In other news, Jeremy is doing well overall. He slept that first day away, except that when he wasn't sleeping he was throwing up. He couldn't keep anything down at all. And this wasn't normal old throwing up either. This was projectile vomiting. I was so worried about him. And it seemed like he threw up harder each time, even though there was nothing in his stomach. Thank heavens that is done! He threw up for the last time at about 11:00 the first day, and the second day he slept a lot as well but didn't throw up. He was able to eat just fine. Today is the third day. Both yesterday and today he has been feeling pain in his hurt. I'm not sure exactly how it is because he doesn't complain much at all. I know it hurts when Timmy kicks it. And I know it hurts when we go over bumps in the car. But he's up and doing mostly everything like normal. He's even been back on the job hunt today. Oh, joy! I don't envy him that job. :( But I'm thankful he's doing better and was at least able to shower today. I'm thankful that he's healing and not throwing up anymore. Hooray!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
All Done
Well, surgery is done. I picked Jeremy up at about 9:00, and he has been resting in bed since. I picked up his Vicodin, and I'm wondering if he'll use it. I also got lots of gatorade and some saltines and soup. The poor guy has nauseous. I keep thinking I should have taken a picture of him being wheeled out in that wheel chair. I am pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate that. He wore his sweats and took nothing at all with him. He wanted to be comfy and they said to leave all his valuables at home.
Now, about this lump - it was 2-3 inches across. It was on his lower back an inch or two away from his spine and just above his waist. The doctor thinks it's probably just some fat that got trapped between skin layers or something like that. It could be caused by a bad bug bite or getting hit right there or something. He says that when he was little he was bit by a black widow right there, so we wonder if that's the cause. It took a long time to go away, but it did, and then this lump appeared probably 3 years ago. Maybe more. I guess we just finally got around to getting it looked at, and here we are. They are doing a biopsy on it, and the results should be in in time for his follow-up appointment on the 24th.
So he has Vicodin if he needs it, and he's supposed to take Ibuprofen every 8 hours whether he needs it or not. He can't shower until Friday, and he can't bathe or swim until the 26th. I thought I was going to need to do dressing changes and whatnot, but apparently not. They have a clear bandage on there, she says, and that should be taken off on Sunday in the shower. And there are bandage strips under that that should be left alone until they fall off. I really haven't seen any of this. I just put him to bed. I assume they're the same kind of strips that get stuck on my tummy after the staples are taken out from a c-section. So, no, I don't have to change dressings.
I keep remembering how recovery from a c-section is. It is not fun. He is already moving more quickly and easily than I do after a c-section, but really that's not too surprising. A c-section is a bigger deal involving a bunch of layers of tissue that have to heal. He came out looking so pale, though. And the smell of food bothered him when we made lunch a few minutes ago. I'm hoping he'll be ready to at least drink something by this evening.
Dang! The poor guy. I want to do something to help him, but right now I've done all I can (put him to bed and got his prescriptions). It really might make me feel better if I could do something to help, but all the help he needs right now is rest. So we'll keep the kiddos out of there and just leave him alone until he asks for something. I am really thankful, though, that it's over and went well!
Now, about this lump - it was 2-3 inches across. It was on his lower back an inch or two away from his spine and just above his waist. The doctor thinks it's probably just some fat that got trapped between skin layers or something like that. It could be caused by a bad bug bite or getting hit right there or something. He says that when he was little he was bit by a black widow right there, so we wonder if that's the cause. It took a long time to go away, but it did, and then this lump appeared probably 3 years ago. Maybe more. I guess we just finally got around to getting it looked at, and here we are. They are doing a biopsy on it, and the results should be in in time for his follow-up appointment on the 24th.
So he has Vicodin if he needs it, and he's supposed to take Ibuprofen every 8 hours whether he needs it or not. He can't shower until Friday, and he can't bathe or swim until the 26th. I thought I was going to need to do dressing changes and whatnot, but apparently not. They have a clear bandage on there, she says, and that should be taken off on Sunday in the shower. And there are bandage strips under that that should be left alone until they fall off. I really haven't seen any of this. I just put him to bed. I assume they're the same kind of strips that get stuck on my tummy after the staples are taken out from a c-section. So, no, I don't have to change dressings.
I keep remembering how recovery from a c-section is. It is not fun. He is already moving more quickly and easily than I do after a c-section, but really that's not too surprising. A c-section is a bigger deal involving a bunch of layers of tissue that have to heal. He came out looking so pale, though. And the smell of food bothered him when we made lunch a few minutes ago. I'm hoping he'll be ready to at least drink something by this evening.
Dang! The poor guy. I want to do something to help him, but right now I've done all I can (put him to bed and got his prescriptions). It really might make me feel better if I could do something to help, but all the help he needs right now is rest. So we'll keep the kiddos out of there and just leave him alone until he asks for something. I am really thankful, though, that it's over and went well!
Kind of Unnerving
Just before 6:30 this morning I took Jeremy to the hospital and dropped him off at the outpatient surgery place. Yep, today is the day. I kind of wish they could have done it in the afternoon or later in the morning. It's not nice to make me do hard things when I'm not quite awake. I was definitely wiping away tears as I drove away. I guess now I have a little taste of how he feels. He's taken me to be cut open 3 times, and I was cut open one other time when we didn't expect it (when Hyrum was born). He is good at putting on a brave face.
Anyway, I am feeling pretty nervous this morning. His surgery is minor and shouldn't take long, but he has to be sedated. I don't like sedation. It's better than the alternative, but sedation by itself scares me. I'm not sure when he'll be done. It's probably a good thing the boys have day camp today. Because Jeremy's not home I have to take all 6 children, but at least I'm staying busy, right?
Anyway, I am feeling pretty nervous this morning. His surgery is minor and shouldn't take long, but he has to be sedated. I don't like sedation. It's better than the alternative, but sedation by itself scares me. I'm not sure when he'll be done. It's probably a good thing the boys have day camp today. Because Jeremy's not home I have to take all 6 children, but at least I'm staying busy, right?
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Jill
2 Sundays ago our home teachers came. When they knocked at the door, Jill ran to answer it. Then she took their Ensign and shut the door, leaving them on the doorstep. I guess she thought they were bringing it for her. XD
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Dr. Lunt
I remember hearing about Dr. Lunt from my brother Robert years before I went off to EA. I was pretty impressed and was excited to someday go to EA and be in his choir. I was in the big choir my first semester. I was too chicken to try out for A Cappella. I don't remember if it was the next semester or the semester after that I finally tried out, but I didn't make it. I had a distinct feeling in my heart, though, that it was meant to be that way that time and that I needed to go be in the newly formed Women's Chorale. I did, and I had a wonderful time there. And then I made it into A Cappella the next semester.
Dr. Lunt has such a distinct way of talking. I have never met anyone like him. But what he created in his classroom were deep feelings and spiritual moments. He was constantly either laughing or bringing out some profound truth as we learned our songs. He had some neat stories and fun traditions. And he was always, always smiling and building people up.
One of my favorite memories of Dr. Lunt happened when I was one of his voice lessons students. I was having some hard times, and one day I was just overwhelmed and started crying right in the middle of our lesson. He was so kind. He didn't tell me, "Suck it up! We're in the middle of a lesson here!" For him, the singer was always more important than the song. He didn't pry much either. He asked a few questions and offered support and comfort. At one point he put his hand on his heart and said, "Oh, you're like my own." To this day, this experience makes me cry. I am so thankful to him for being patient and caring with me.
There was another time that I had just gotten a new song a week or two before, and I already had it memorized when I came in for lessons. It wasn't surprising to me. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do for hours upon hours of voice practice. As I was singing the song, he suddenly realized I wasn't following along in the book, and at the end he said something like, "You little rascal! You already have it memorized!" I must admit I was pretty pleased with myself. He signed that song off and we moved on to a new one that day.
There was one day he had a song that we would be working on in A Cappella the next semester, and it had a flute part that wasn't written in the sheet music we had but could be heard on the demo tape. He talked to me about figuring out the flute part, and he gave me a copy of the demo tape. I took it thinking he wanted me to figure it out over Christmas Break. I got it all figured out and brought it to him all written out right after the break. He was surprised. Apparently he meant that we'd figure it out together after the break or something. It really wasn't such a big deal. It wasn't like it was a hard flute part. But he sure heaped on the praise.
Soon after Jeremy and I found out we were pregnant with Hyrum we signed up for WIC. One evening we were at the store using a WIC check when who should come up in line behind us but Dr. Lunt and his wife. His wife looked down at the counter and noticed our WIC folder and said, "You're on WIC. Does that mean you guys are expecting?" I kind of blushed and said, "Yes." (I hadn't really told very many people yet.) They both offered their congratulations. As we continued to wait in line Dr. Lunt picked up one of the grocery dividers that separate one person's items form another's, and he held it up and pretended to talk on it like a phone, just to make us laugh. His wife calmly took it from his hand and put it back in its place. That made me laugh too. What an interesting life his family must have with him. I always loved, though, how evident their love is for each other. It's neat.
And after Hyrum was born I dragged Jeremy off to the college one day so we could show off our little baby Hyrum during A Cappella time. It just so happened that they were rehearsing a song about Mary and baby Jesus, so Dr. Lunt grabbed a chair and plopped it down in front of the choir and had me sit in it holding Hyrum while they sang the song.
It was such a pleasure and honor to work with him. I will never forget him or the goodness he brought to my life. Anything I could say about him would truly be an understatement. He is a truly great man. I have never once heard him say anything bad about anybody. He was just always laughing, joking, and building, building, building. I wonder if it is exhausting just to be him.
I know you don't read this blog, but I love you, Dr. Lunt! Thanks for the memories.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Little Guy's Name
I've been meaning to write something about our new little guy's name, so here it is.
You all know we give our children names that have historical value to us. First we have John Hyrum. He was named for John the Beloved as well as Hyrum Smith and Hyrums in Jeremy's family history and mine. Then there's Joshua Jeremy. Both of those names are in the bible, and, of course, Jeremy is also after his father. (Joshua fit the battle of Jericho and the walls came tublin' down...) I like that Joshua's middle name is Jeremy. He looks like Jeremy did when he was younger. He could have been Joshua Gideon if it had fit. And then Benjamin Samuel. He knows he is named after King Benjamin, and he used to talk about that when he was like 3 and couldn't say is c's or g's. ("Ting Benjamin") And I thought Samuel was for the boy in the bible, but Jeremy says it's for Samuel the Lamanite. I'm ok with that. Then we have Michael Peter. Michael the archangel and Peter the apostle. We weren't sure of his middle name until we looked at his round little face. Then it was obvious.
For Jill, well, there aren't many girl names in the scriptures. And when we were first married we knew pretty quickly that someday we would have a little girl named Jill. The name doesn't have any historical value with us at all. We just knew we would have a Jill. We waited a long time for her! I was sure for a long time, too, that we had agreed her middle name would be Lisette, but then when it came down to it Jeremy didn't want her to have a middle name at all. He finally coughed up a very short list of acceptable middle names for her (I think it had 2 names on it), and the deciding moment was when the lady from the records department at the hospital wouldn't stop pestering us for Jill's full name. We hadn't decided. I really wanted Jill to have a middle name, and Jeremy was on the phone with the lady waiting for me to hurry and decide. I finally said, "How about Hope?" (That was on Jeremy's list, and I liked it just fine anyway.) And so there it was. It has been quite appropriate to our family as we were going through some really tough times when Jill was born. And at least she has one name that is in the scriptures. ;)
And then Timothy Adam. Timothy was Paul's good buddy in the bible. And Adam is after our father Adam, of course, and is also Jeremy's middle name. I really wanted Frederick like President Uchtdorf for a middle name, but Jeremy won this time. It's all good.
Anyway, so you get it - bible/family names. I never thought I would consider the name Abraham. (For that matter, I never thought I would consider calling someone Hyrum. I have a brother with Hyrum as his middle name, so it always seemed like a middle name to me, not a name you would call someone. As it turns out, for Hyrum it's both. And I think it's cool that Hyrum has the same initials as my brother James. :) I think that the nickname Brom is what sold me on it. There is Brom Bones in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Brom is kind of an antagonist, but I still liked the name. And then there's the Eragon book series. Brom is the name of the hero's mentor. I really liked him. And when I figured out that Brom is short for Abraham I liked it even better. (I like Abraham. He's a good guy.) Back in 2011 we were at home in Cedar City one day and, for some reason, Jeremy and I started talking about baby names. We suddenly agreed that our next boy would be named Abraham and we would call him Brom. And then Jeremy blurted out a girl name too that I liked but I am sure we'll never use. I'm not sure Jeremy even remembers it. It was just on a whim. Anyway, so that's sort of why this guy is named Abraham (Brom for short).
Now, the middle name we've been stuck on. We've wanted to use Robert (my dad's name) with a few of our boys, but it hasn't fit so far. I'm a little bummed about that. Besides, if we gave him the name Robert as a middle name we could call him Brom Bob for short. Baaah-haaa-haaa! I tried suggesting Frederick again (but, of course, pronounced with a long first e like President Uchtdorf pronounces his middle name), and Jeremy said ok as long as we pronounce with with a short first e. Then we could call him Brom Fred. Ha, ha! We could shorten the whole thing to one word. Brombob or Bromfred. The latest middle name we've been considering, though, is Elijah. I like that one. I do believe it was the name of a kid we knew in Mesa who always had horrible amounts of boogers hanging out of his nose. So I'll try to just remember the song "Elijah Rock" instead. Jeremy sang that one in A Capella choir way back when I first met him. He wrote "Elijah" on a big rock and carried it out for that song during their performance. I'm sure that was another one of Dr. Lunt's cheesy jokes (I love that guy!), but Jeremy loved that. I have a picture of him holding the Elijah rock. And besides that, we all like Elijah in the scriptures. He was definitely a good guy.
So there you have it.
The little guy is bopping around still and seems to be doing well. I keep trying to remember when they'll let us schedule our delivery. Is it 2 weeks in advance of the due date, or is that not allowed anymore? Aw, darn. I looked in my blog book from when I had Timmy, and it says they're not allowed to schedule c-sections more than a week before the due date anymore. That means not before September 10. Darn! I was hoping it was 2 weeks because that would be exactly 3 months from today.
And speaking of which, I wonder where we will be. Yesterday Jeremy asked me, "So is it better to move my pregnant wife in the middle of the pregnancy or to leave her here for the entire hot summer?" That is quite a decision. Ha, ha! I don't know. It all depends on the job situation. And speaking of that, we are going to be jobless the day after tomorrow and I'm freaking out a little bit.
You all know we give our children names that have historical value to us. First we have John Hyrum. He was named for John the Beloved as well as Hyrum Smith and Hyrums in Jeremy's family history and mine. Then there's Joshua Jeremy. Both of those names are in the bible, and, of course, Jeremy is also after his father. (Joshua fit the battle of Jericho and the walls came tublin' down...) I like that Joshua's middle name is Jeremy. He looks like Jeremy did when he was younger. He could have been Joshua Gideon if it had fit. And then Benjamin Samuel. He knows he is named after King Benjamin, and he used to talk about that when he was like 3 and couldn't say is c's or g's. ("Ting Benjamin") And I thought Samuel was for the boy in the bible, but Jeremy says it's for Samuel the Lamanite. I'm ok with that. Then we have Michael Peter. Michael the archangel and Peter the apostle. We weren't sure of his middle name until we looked at his round little face. Then it was obvious.
For Jill, well, there aren't many girl names in the scriptures. And when we were first married we knew pretty quickly that someday we would have a little girl named Jill. The name doesn't have any historical value with us at all. We just knew we would have a Jill. We waited a long time for her! I was sure for a long time, too, that we had agreed her middle name would be Lisette, but then when it came down to it Jeremy didn't want her to have a middle name at all. He finally coughed up a very short list of acceptable middle names for her (I think it had 2 names on it), and the deciding moment was when the lady from the records department at the hospital wouldn't stop pestering us for Jill's full name. We hadn't decided. I really wanted Jill to have a middle name, and Jeremy was on the phone with the lady waiting for me to hurry and decide. I finally said, "How about Hope?" (That was on Jeremy's list, and I liked it just fine anyway.) And so there it was. It has been quite appropriate to our family as we were going through some really tough times when Jill was born. And at least she has one name that is in the scriptures. ;)
And then Timothy Adam. Timothy was Paul's good buddy in the bible. And Adam is after our father Adam, of course, and is also Jeremy's middle name. I really wanted Frederick like President Uchtdorf for a middle name, but Jeremy won this time. It's all good.
Anyway, so you get it - bible/family names. I never thought I would consider the name Abraham. (For that matter, I never thought I would consider calling someone Hyrum. I have a brother with Hyrum as his middle name, so it always seemed like a middle name to me, not a name you would call someone. As it turns out, for Hyrum it's both. And I think it's cool that Hyrum has the same initials as my brother James. :) I think that the nickname Brom is what sold me on it. There is Brom Bones in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Brom is kind of an antagonist, but I still liked the name. And then there's the Eragon book series. Brom is the name of the hero's mentor. I really liked him. And when I figured out that Brom is short for Abraham I liked it even better. (I like Abraham. He's a good guy.) Back in 2011 we were at home in Cedar City one day and, for some reason, Jeremy and I started talking about baby names. We suddenly agreed that our next boy would be named Abraham and we would call him Brom. And then Jeremy blurted out a girl name too that I liked but I am sure we'll never use. I'm not sure Jeremy even remembers it. It was just on a whim. Anyway, so that's sort of why this guy is named Abraham (Brom for short).
Now, the middle name we've been stuck on. We've wanted to use Robert (my dad's name) with a few of our boys, but it hasn't fit so far. I'm a little bummed about that. Besides, if we gave him the name Robert as a middle name we could call him Brom Bob for short. Baaah-haaa-haaa! I tried suggesting Frederick again (but, of course, pronounced with a long first e like President Uchtdorf pronounces his middle name), and Jeremy said ok as long as we pronounce with with a short first e. Then we could call him Brom Fred. Ha, ha! We could shorten the whole thing to one word. Brombob or Bromfred. The latest middle name we've been considering, though, is Elijah. I like that one. I do believe it was the name of a kid we knew in Mesa who always had horrible amounts of boogers hanging out of his nose. So I'll try to just remember the song "Elijah Rock" instead. Jeremy sang that one in A Capella choir way back when I first met him. He wrote "Elijah" on a big rock and carried it out for that song during their performance. I'm sure that was another one of Dr. Lunt's cheesy jokes (I love that guy!), but Jeremy loved that. I have a picture of him holding the Elijah rock. And besides that, we all like Elijah in the scriptures. He was definitely a good guy.
So there you have it.
The little guy is bopping around still and seems to be doing well. I keep trying to remember when they'll let us schedule our delivery. Is it 2 weeks in advance of the due date, or is that not allowed anymore? Aw, darn. I looked in my blog book from when I had Timmy, and it says they're not allowed to schedule c-sections more than a week before the due date anymore. That means not before September 10. Darn! I was hoping it was 2 weeks because that would be exactly 3 months from today.
And speaking of which, I wonder where we will be. Yesterday Jeremy asked me, "So is it better to move my pregnant wife in the middle of the pregnancy or to leave her here for the entire hot summer?" That is quite a decision. Ha, ha! I don't know. It all depends on the job situation. And speaking of that, we are going to be jobless the day after tomorrow and I'm freaking out a little bit.
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