Thursday, June 30, 2016

Part 2: Morning Sickness, Belly Pics, Gender Reveal, and all the In-Betweens

The following months after we found out we were expecting was pretty much filled with a whole lot of nausea, Taco Bell, pizza lunchables, cup of noodles, and sprite. That is what I craved the most. These months were also filled with many little milestones from baby Koop making tremendous strides in growing to finding out that he was a boy! Every appointment was filled with hearing his heartbeat to ultrasounds seeing our beautiful baby get bigger and bigger every time. 

He was most active when I would go to bed at night. I would sit there and jiggle or poke my tummy just so he could kick and punt he back. That he did. He was such a strong little guy. I would sit for 20-25 minutes straight every night just waiting for that one little kick. Tyler would attempt, but wasn't quite patient enough or when I would see it, he couldn't. Finally, around 23 weeks Kooper wanted to show off and give dad a big high-five. That was so exciting seeing Tyler's face light up with pure joy and love for our little guy. 

I would say that around 15 weeks, I was clear into the nesting stage. Organizing clothes, throwing away junk, cleaning window seals, arranging everything I could find! I could stand the smell of the trash so we put the trash can in the backyard. Smells of any kind would make me hurl. I wanted clean 24/7 and it drove my husband a little crazy!

I honestly hated being pregnant, but it didn't make my love for my Koop any less. I just hated all that came with being pregnant. Morning sickness (that lasted all day!), to weight gain, to fatigue, etc. None of that stuff was fun, but when I got to hear my boy's heart beat or wake-up and see that my belly was just a little bigger, or when I felt him kick or hiccup, it would remind me that it all was SO worth it! Pregnancy is amazing and it is incredible that womens' body's are created to do such a miraculous thing. 


The first time I really "popped"! I was 14 weeks.

His feet were my favorite.

The most perfect little profile.


Yes. You were NOT shy! Mom called it before the tech could. A BOY!








21 weeks

23 weeks





Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Part 1: Finding Out

I can still remember the night like it was yesterday. It was a calm March night in 2011 in American Fork. Leaving the Timpanogos temple, I will never forget that night when I truly met my sweet Kooper for the first time. Because of the sacredness of this memory and value it is worth to me, it isn't one I desire to share on social media.  But little did I know, I would be telling this to Tyler for the 5 years until he came. I never knew the exact reason as to why I claimed our first son would be special and I was always trying to search for answers. After months of trying to put it all together, my answer finally came February 14, 2016.

FINDING OUT

October 1, 2015

            It was just like any other working Thursday. Got up. Made some breakfast. Got ready for work. Went to work. You know... the usual. After work that day, Tessa and I planned to run some errands because we were wanting to make a Halloween craft. Somehow I brought up the conversation of getting pregnant and having babies. Looking back now, I most likely bought it up because I will be completely honest, I had "baby hungry" written all over me.

As we stood in line waiting to check out, I asked her "So I know this is way personal, but are you and Ben trying?" She gave me the most cheesiest grin and it took her (what felt like 10 minutes) a really long time to respond with a very exciting "Yes!" So of course I was suspicious. We went on talking about motherhood and pregnancy and as were pulling into our next stop, Tessa turns to me, "Katie. I am pregnant". Well I am sure for those who really know me would know my reaction. Eyes went big. I screamed for joy. Gripped the steering wheel.  Cried. Screamed some more. Giggled. Any who, I was thrilled I was getting a new niece/nephew!

In hearing the news about her and Ben expecting, I really just wanted to make the rest of the night about them and the celebration of their little one on the way. It just so happened though that I was going to take a test that night. I was a couple of days late and and the previous week I had the incredible dizzy spells and just felt "off". Tyler and I had been not preventing for five months. I really doubted that there was any chance I was pregnant, but of course just wanted to put my mind at ease and see that negative line.

Ben and Tessa were at our house and both were in the living room. I had decided to just go to the bathroom, take the test, see a negative and move on with being excited about the neice/nephew that was coming! Yea. That didn't happen. I kept blinking. I wiped my eyes. Looked at the test. Looked away. Looked again. I realized that this was not a dream. There was a big fat positive. After about only a minute, I scream, "TESSSAAAAA. OH MY HEAVENS GET IN HERE!" I was shaking excitement. I had asked her about three times if she saw what I saw. We cried tears of joy, hugged each other and both were kind of in shock of just what happened.

And then it hit me. Ha whoops. Tyler is at school. Not only does he not know his sister is expecting, but he doesn't know I am and he wasn't the first to know.  Typically, this isn't how it should go down, but if you know me, I never do things the "normal" way. I told Tessa we had to run to Wal-Mart before Tyler got home. I still wasn't convinced and got two more tests. What is even worse... I was too excited to wait and took the test in the Walmart bathroom. HA! Gross I know. Tessa was such a good sport through all of that let me tell ya. I told her I needed to get him an outfit and pronounce it that night because I would be too excited to hold it in.

On our way home from the store, we planned it all out. We were going to walk Ben and Tessa out when Tyler got home and Ben was going to pronounce that they were expecting since Tessa shared the news with me. I was going to later surprise Tyler that him and I were expecting as well. Well the only part we failed at completely was telling Ben our plan.

Tyler gets home around 9 pm and we all decided to take Daisy for a walk around the block. As were walking, I turned to Ben and said, "Alright Ben. Since Tessa shared the news with me. Go ahead and share with Tyler!" With an extremely confused look on his face, Ben goes, "Oh Tyler. Congrats! You and Katie are expecting!" I JUST ABOUT POOPED ABOUT MY HEART! Tyler just blankly stared at Ben and Tessa. Tessa and I get creative really quick and say, "No no no. Just kidding! Ben and I are expecting! All while were trying to hint to Ben with big eyes and arm nudges to go along with it. Here is Ben with a very concerning confused look and there is Tyler. Pale, confused, dazed, and speechless. Haha whoops we totally played that out all wrong! Luckily, by the time the walk was over we convinced Tyler that indeed it was just Tessa who was expecting.

We headed to bed and now was my turn to try this a second time around and surprise him with our news of expecting. As we were just getting into bed, I asked him to grab me a glass of water. I played out a onesie, the pregnancy test, and a little note. As I called Tyler back in, I filmed the whole thing. He walked back in, looked at it, looked at me, looked at it again and that pale and confused look all came back. "Is this Tessa's?" he asked. "No honey. That is mine! We are having a baby!". Again with a confused look, "Both of you? Wait. Really?".

Needless to say, we celebrated for maybe like 1 minute. Tyler gotten bed and stared at the ceiling. He said, "What the crap just happened tonight? I gotta go on a run". So here I am at 11pm just laying in bed by myself, hoping my husband comes back within an hour. Luckily he did. I couldn't blame him though. Poor guy! As the week went on, we became more eager and excited for the tiny human we had created that was growing every hour of every day inside my belly. After 11 years of courtship, we  were finally getting one of our own. We couldn't believe in just 9 short months, we would own the title of Mom and Dad. I knew this baby was going to be my "special" one, although I couldn't quite pin point how yet.

The very first test, Daisy, and Tessa's feet lol

Proof that I did take this at Walmart. There is the floor. 

How I broke the news to Tyler.

A very forced smile from the soon-to-be dad before his much needed run lol. 




Monday, June 20, 2016

The Do's and Don'ts of bereaved parents.

Hi all! As I was lying in bed last night, I became frustrated with a particular someone (won't say who) about a comment they had made to me in reference to Kooper passing. I have found that while there are thousands out there who have experienced the same loss my husband and I have, our small network of family and friends who love us most have not. Recently, this has caused feelings of isolation and loneliness in our lives. I woke up inspired to blog about what we want our loved ones to know during this time and how you can best help us. I really hope you know that we both have good intentions and we hope to offend no one who comes across this.  



Things to say or do

Things that made most difference: dropping food at our door, taking Harry out to play… just being ok with how we were.

~ Gavin Blue, President of Heartfelt Australia
 What some call the “Art of Presence”, being there is all that is needed.
However, should you feel compelled to say something, here are the three simplest things to say:
  • I am sorry for your loss.
  • I am here for you.
  • I don’t know what to say, I’m at a loss for words.
Whatever you do or say, remember these things:
  • Acknowledge the parents
  • Listen but do not try to fix
  • Encourage and give them hope
  • Practice the Art of Presence.
These are suggestions that help to acknowledge the grieving parents’ pain, journey, and responses. Use your own words or way of saying things.

Asking questions

Inquire how I’m doing, what I’m feeling. Don’t tell me “it must be hard” or “you must feel so awful.” Ask me, but don’t tell me. Ask again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Be gentle when asking, it needn’t be an interrogation.

Suggestions:

  • How are you coping?
  • What kind of help would be supportive for you? (Make a couple of suggestions)
  • May I bring some food over tonight?
  • Would you like me to just be there with you?
  • What did the doctor say?
  • Do you have anyone you can talk to?

I’m so sorry

This is the simplest and most appropriate sentence. It bridges any “I don’t know what to say” or “I’m lost for words” moment, any awkward silence that you might be tempted to fill with clichés. Don’t. Just say, “I’m sorry for your loss”.

Show you care

The little messages “I’m thinking of you” on the anniversary of my daughter’s or my mother’s death mean a lot.
  • I hear you
  • I’ve been thinking of you
  • You are not alone – I am here for you
  • I read your blog
  • My heart goes out to you.

Continue to interact

I must have stunned many people into silence with my grief spell. It is okay to be contacting me again and again, even if I might not have the energy to hold long conversations. Social interactions are more tiring, yet I still crave to be with people. I am no longer the person I was pre “date with death” and as much as I sometimes want that person back, I have to deal with the New Me. Please try to do so, too.

Accept me

It’s hard enough to be sad and depressed. I am learning to accept being what I am in any moment. If you can accept that too, you won’t need to make me feel better, offer me advice, solutions, or try to tickle me with humour. Please accept me as I am.

Be with me

There doesn’t need to be much talking. Knowing that you are not afraid of being in my presence, no matter what, counts. Offer your presence even if by just holding my hand.

Respect my space and my beliefs

You might believe in God or that, “It was meant to be this way.” Whatever it is, keep it to yourself. You cannot know where I stand in relation to your beliefs. Leave me with mine. Respect where I am with regard to what I believe or even where I might have lost any faith and trust.

Acknowledge the dead person

I do understand that you might fear my reaction if you speak about my baby. Do trust that by acknowledging or talking about him you honor his memory. Say their names.

Respect that I won’t get over it

I didn’t really understand the depth of grief before my personal experience. You do not need to understand it to accept and respect that holding my child in my arms as she passed isn’t something that I will get over. I am learning to live with it, whatever that means. Anything can and will trigger the grief and I don’t always know when or why…

Tact and respect

By all means tell me about what is going on your life, no matter how trivial or devastating it might be. I can handle it if you handle my response with tact and respect. What I do not need at this moment are trivializations of women who got pregnant and didn’t even want to have another child or mothers who abort their baby because of its gender.

Physical contact – hugs

There are times when I am very sensitive and do not want to be touched. Please consider asking before you want to give me a hug.

The Art of Presence

Be there, not merely in the moment of crisis. Walk alongside me in the months and years to come. Allow me my process of healing. Sit with me in the moments of painful emotions and the darkness of depression. It is an illusion that in times of crisis people need space. Respect someone’s wish, if they tell you so. Otherwise, be present.
¸.•´*¨`*•✿      ✿      ✿•*´¨*`•.¸     

The things not to say or do

Time

It does not matter whether you allow the grieving parent more or less time than they need or make suggestions on what should be difficult or not – comments like those mentioned below are unhelpful as they lead to self-judgment or guilt about the situation experienced.
  • Time heals all wounds.
  • It will get better with time.
  • The first year is the hardest.
  • Take your time.

Destiny

Any suggestion on where or how the baby is now or what his destiny should or shouldn’t be are wild guesses or assumptions. For any mother or father there is no better place for their child than in their arms now and for eternity.
  • He is in a better place.
  • He was not meant to suffer any longer.
  • It was for the best.
  • Better it happened now than in x amount of time (days, weeks, months, years).

Parent’s feelings

Refrain from assuming you know how the grieving parent feels. You can’t know that. These comments cut like a knife. There is nothing that compares to parental grief.
  • I know how you feel.
  • It must be hard.
  • You must feel terrible!

Beliefs and spirituality

Do not share your beliefs even if you think you follow the same religion or spiritual practices. The grieving parents might not be in a place to feel the same way about their religion or spirituality following the loss. Keep your religious beliefs, spiritual ideas, or ideologies to yourself.
  • God needed a special angel.
  • It was God’s plan.
  • It was meant to be this way.
  • It was his life’s plan.
  • She did what she came here to do and it was her time to go.

How to grieve

Suggestions on how to grieve and/or heal are ill-considered. They are based on the assumption that you know better on how to deal with the grief than the parents. Even if you have lost a child yourself, remember that every parental grief is based on their individual story, the meanings, and beliefs they have.
  • You just need to get back to your old self.
  • Chin up!
  • Distract yourself.
  • You need to… (followed by any suggestion).

Comparisons

Each trauma needs to be respected in its uniqueness. Every parent’s loss needs to be heard as its own story and with full attention. There is nothing that compares to the loss of a child.
  • I know how you feel, I lost my grandmother (or dad or pet).
  • I can imagine how hard it must be.

Clichés

Say nothing or “I don’t know what to say” instead of any platitude.
  • Life goes on.
  • It will be all right.
  • There is a reason for everything.
  • It’s all for the best.

You should…

References to what they should be happy about, think about, or do instead are uncalled for. Whether it is fact or not is unimportant. The fact is the parents are mourning the loss of their child.
  • You have two other children.
  • At least you had your child for x number of years.
  • You should think about your husband.

Thoughtless phrases

Be mindful of what may slip out of your mouth without thinking. You might be shaking your head in disbelief at these statements below. Trust me, we have all heard them. Better to say nothing at all.
  • How are things at home?
  • Was she in pain?
  • Have another baby!
  • You can have other children!
  • You’re kidding!
  • That’s not good!

Interpretations

Over-interpreting, trying to make sense of the inexplicable or finding reasons why the baby or child has died are not helpful. Every parent experiences the why question looping in their mind. Don’t add your thoughts; leave them to work on that.
  • Maybe it was because… (filling in your reasons why).

Let me fix you

Please do not try to fix, or make suggestions on what to do. The grieving parent only knows what it means to lose a child and what they want or do not want to do or be at this specific time in their grieving journey.
  • You need to keep yourself busy.
  • Distract yourself!
  • You need some time to yourself.
  • You need to look after her (said to the husband).

Silver lining

Leave any silver linings out of conversations with parents. If the grieving parent speaks them, it is their prerogative. It is not yours.
  • It’s all for the better.
  • At least . . . did not suffer.
  • You have 3 other beautiful children.
  • You’re lucky it was early on (in case of a miscarriage).
  • You are so strong.
Lastly, when we speak of our sweet Kooper, we are simply trying to keep his memories alive. Please join in and do not feel awkward and quickly change the subject. That hurts more than you know. Let us talk of him and please do not be afraid to ask questions. We are comfortable and open to it. 

Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Power of the Priesthood

I had a friend of mine whom I met in the NICU while her baby was there ask me over the weekend how I have witnessed the power of Priesthood in my life recently. I thought, "I am the perfect person to ask, yet the worst because there were far too many occasions to count". I was happy she asked me though. I thought I would just write them down so I don't forget. While this isn't all that I experience recently, these were some of the most significant incidences where I witnessed the power of the Priesthood during such a hard time in my life.


I witnessed the power of the priesthood when my husband knelt in prayer as he received the answer that our son was going to live through the first 48 hours (which were most crucial) and he did even though all odds were against him. It was indeed a miracle. 

I witnessed the power of the priesthood as doctors, nurses, surgeons, and respiratory therapists gathered together in prayer and asked the Lord to guide their hands as they attempted and succeeded their 14th time (13 previous failed attempts) at inserting a PICC line that was their last option in prolonging our sweet baby boy's life. 

I witnessed the power of the priesthood when I was given a comfort blessing by my husband's good friend. In this blessing, it confirmed that every form of communication between Kooper and I was real and to listen to what he tells me and every mother intuitive feeling I received, was real and true. Through this priesthood blessing, it provided me with more strength than I ever could have imagined and tremendous amount of comfort and peace.

I witnessed the power of the priesthood when my husband and I experienced the darkest of hours when he was sick and we knelt in prayers while my husband would offer the most comforting prayer that made everything feel "okay" in that moment. 

I witnessed the power of the priesthood as my husband invited his friend who had just received the aaronic priesthood, to administer in giving our son a blessing. I witnessed Kooper and Tyler using his priesthood power in doing missionary work for  others. It was such a special experience. 

I witnessed the power of the priesthood as angels bore up my shoulders as we made the decision to let our sweet baby boy return to his Heavenly Father.  I will never forget that painful moment in removing his breathing tube and watch him take his last breaths yet feeling the angels circling my little family bearing us up.

These are a few times I have witnessed the power of the Priesthood that only strengthened my testimony. I know the tremendous importance of having the priesthood reside within your own walls of your home and the importance of using and sharing it with those who don't have that option. 



Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Lets try this again...

Hi everyone! So when I first created a blog, my goal was to keep up with all the little events in my life. Well, the older I get I swear the more time I run out of to do these types of things! I will be writing a blog post soon about our sweet angel baby Kooper and his journey here on this earth. However, my goal of this blog now is to simply write when I feel the need to. I am not one to open up a journal before bed and write in it, I would much rather type and what a perfect way to do so with my blog! Most of you know, I am an open book. I can and will share just about anything you want me to MOST of the time. So here is to my new journey of blogging, once again! Love to you all. xoxo