Archive for July, 2008

July 26, 2008

my right-hand man.

seriously, my husband is the greatest.  last night was our first tough one with little laynie.  without thinking yesterday, i ate a bowl of raw vegetables at lunch.  i totally forgot that i have to be really careful now…what i eat turns into what layne eats.  i can remember a few times when harper was breastfeeding that i ate a big salad (cheesecake factory’s southwest chicken…YUM) and it really jacked up her stomach.  unfortunately i didn’t remember that until around 12:30 this morning when laynie had been screaming for an hour and a half.  i had a hunch that it was gas, but couldn’t figure out where it’d be coming from.  around that time, i started getting little gas pains in my stomach and i remembered the bowl of vegetables.  anyway, i tried everything i knew to do and nothing was working.  finally at 1:30, my fabulous husband (who i think really wanted to do something to help), volunteered to go to CVS.  when harper was gassy, we used Mylicon and it always seemed to really help.  he remembered that and wanted some relief for layne.  so he went.  at 1:30 in the morning.  and it worked!!!  what a great guy i have.

July 23, 2008

layne katharine

i haven’t really blogged about little Laynie yet (except to brag on her sleeping habits, which have unfortunately changed a bit i think due to my not taking any medication anymore)…

so here’s the rundown of the day she was born (this is mostly for my own benefit so i dont’ forget):

July 15th, 2008

  • 1:50 AM – i awake to a painful contraction…not terribly painful, just enough to wake me up.  i laid in bed through 2 more contractions, but never looked at the clock (it took alot of effort to turn over and sit up enough to see it).  after the third contraction, i decide that i can’t sleep anyway, so i’ll get up and time them for an hour.
  • 2:20 AM – contractions start coming 2-3 minutes apart.  i time them that way until 3:15 AM.
  • 3:15 AM – try calling the doctor.  the answering service doesn’t pick up.
  • 3:20 AM – wake up my deep-sleeping husband to inform him of what is going on.  we debate over calling our friend Jenny (the one coming to stay with Harper), but she lives 20 minutes away and is bringing her dog, so we want to be sure.
  • 3:25 AM – i try calling the doctor again.  she calls me back and says that we should go to the hospital.  (she happened to be my favorite in the practice…i was so excited…keep in mind that i was trying for a vaginal birth after cesarean.)  after i got off the phone with the doctor, i called jenny.
  • 4:00 AM – Jenny arrives with bruiser the dog in tow (much to harper’s delight)
  • 4:30 AM – we arrive at the hospital…  i had several painful contractions on the way to the hospital.  i was getting more and more excited that my body might actually be doing what it was supposed to be doing
  • 5:00 AM – “settled” in triage.  the nurse figures out that we got to the same church (thank you, Lord!).  i get stuck THREE times for an IV…that was super.  they “check” me (my cervix)…i’m only 2 centimeters and am very disappointed.
  • 5:45 AM – doctor arrives and tells us that she’ll break my water as soon as we’re admitted and “settled” into a labor/delivery room
  • 7:15 AM – doctor breaks my water.  there is miconium (baby poop) in the fluid.  it was absolutely disgusting like mucous.  the doctor says that this isn’t too big of a deal, but will be dealt with swiftly after the baby is born (with suction).  during the next half hour my contractions grew stronger and more painful.
  • 7:50 AM – the doctor came in and said that the baby’s heartrate was dropping after the strong contractions.  this was a concern because i was still only 2 cm dilated (the labor could take hours and it’s risky to put the baby’s heart under stress for that long).  she told me at this point that we could very well be looking at another c-section.  shoot.
  • 8:45 AM – doctor #2 came in after the shift change.  he looks me in the eye and explains very bluntly that my body isn’t doing what it should and we’re sort of putting the baby at risk if we continue with the labor.  he strongly recommends a c-section…soon.  i burst into tears.  he leaves.  ryan and i talk about it and decide that we have to do another c-section.  i was in serious pain during the contractions at this point and i know that there’s no way i want to endure the pain for several more hours just to have to go through surgery.
  • 9:00 AM – we call the nurse to inform the doctor that we’re going to do the c-section.  i am still bawling my eyes out.  the nurse talks to the doctor and informs us that we should be in surgery within the hour.
  • 9:10 AM – the next hour is sort of a blur.  i just remember breathing/crying through like 20 more contractions, the nurse came in a did some surgery prep stuff and then they finally wheeled me upstairs to surgery.  i was crying the whole way.  it was so embarrassing and i felt stupid and that made me cry more. 
  • 10:20 AM – i’m just guessing, but i’m thinking this is when they started the actual surgery and i could feel them pulling on my organs as hard as they could.  at one point, i think when they were pulling out the uterus, the nurse literally laid on me.  i kept looking over at ryan and i’m sure my eyes were the size of plates.  (although, i will say that the spinal was much more pleasant than the epidural and i think i felt less this time around.)
  • 10:26 AM – we hear Layne cry and i felt like it was all worth it.  it literally had not really hit me that we were having another kid until i heard her little voice.  i cried some more.  🙂
  • 11:15 AM – i arrive in recovery feeling REALLY weird.  dizzy, lightheaded, and freezing cold.  i stayed in recovery for 2 1/2 hours, but it was actually kind of nice.  ryan and the baby and the nurse came down and she helped plug Laynie in because i couldn’t even lift my head off the pillow.  after they left, i tried to sleep, but it was really noisy in there…entertaining, actually.  it’s strange to listen to how other people handle pain and how the nurses handle the people who don’t handle pain well.  🙂
  • 12:45 PM – i arrive in my room and promptly vomit due to the motion sickness i had from the trip (very weird because i NEVER get motion sick).  vomiting 2 hours after having your stomach sliced open is NOT a fun thing.  OW.

i spent the rest of the day in the bed with my eyes closed.  the effects of the medication (the spinal) didn’t wear off until about 8:00 that night.  when i sat the bed upright to try to properly nurse the baby, i puked.  Laynie slept for 4 hours straight the first night, thank goodness.

all-in-all, not a fun experience (once again), but a week later i’m feeling great and i know that we did the right thing.  i hope that someday the Lord reveals to me why He’s never allowed me the birth “experience”, but for now, i’m trusting that this is what His plan was.  i’m definitely still not myself, but i feel adjusted and rested, so the soreness isn’t really a big factor.  thank goodness Super Nana is here helping me.  this morning she took Harper to the playground so i took some week-old photos of Layne.  here’s the only one that’s worth posting:

after re-reading this post, i feel like it’s very negative.  i feel that i should add:  i am totally confident that we did the right thing.  the Lord confirmed that after the baby was out and the doctor informed me that i had a golf-ball sized cyst on my ovary.  he asked if he could remove it.  um, yes please.  🙂  he explained that if he didn’t remove it then, that there was a good chance of it growing or rupturing or both and that i could have to have another surgery down the road if that happened.  thank you Lord!

July 20, 2008

“don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.”

who remembers this commercial?  it was for pantene.  if you don’t remember it, youtube it. 

anyway, this morning when i woke up and was feeding the baby, i was thinking that i needed to write a post and for some reason that phrase kept going through my head.  for the past 2 nights since we’ve been home from the hospital, layne has slept for 5 hour stretches (actually, last night was 5 1/2 hours).  both times i have woken up before her and have had to wake her up (i’m scared if i let her go for too long, my milk supply will suffer).  i’m stumped.  what the heck?  she is less than a week old and i’ve been prepared for months to spend months going on very little sleep.  i’m definitely not counting my chickens before they’re hatched, because i know that much could change, but for now i am just enjoying feeling rested.

don’t hate me because my baby is an amazing sleeper.

July 14, 2008


my good friend kathleen took this picture a few weeks ago when she was sitting for harper.  i think it is so precious and just wanted everyone else to get the chance to think so too…  (thanks, kathleen!)

July 14, 2008

is it terrible…

…that i find this absolutely hilarious?  [i saw this book yesterday at goodwill and had to pay 40 cents for it just so i could take a picture and put it on my blog..]


July 14, 2008

first masterpiece

unless she’s done it somewhere without my knowing it (grandparents’ maybe?), harper had never painted before saturday.  i bought paints a few weeks ago, thinking that with all this rain in the afternoons, we really needed some “different” inside activities.  also, i just started thinking that i had neglected her by not exposing her to paint sooner.  i had in mind that she’d just fingerpaint, but she ended up loving the brush best.  it was a fun time for both of us.  🙂


July 13, 2008

buerke family reunion

…or the BFR, as we affectionately call it.  this year it sadly wasn’t the whole family, but there was still a crowd and we had fun nevertheless.  here are some pictures from our week at an amazing 3 story townhouse on melbourne beach:


from left to right:  harper trying to be like mommy 🙂 ; harper and hannah with popsicle tongues


the family minus bob, julie, and owen 😦 ; poppy and nana with three of their soon-to-be five grandkids

all the girls relaxing on the beach

July 12, 2008

gestational justification

one of the highs of the family reunion every year is the homemade ice cream.  we have it almost every night with hot brownies.  don’t know how it started, but now it’s a definite family tradition.  after eating homemade ice cream for 6 nights in a row last week, ryan and i were missing it already.  last night we decided to have some friends over and make a batch.  as soon as ryan got home from work, i left for the store (always a treat to go by myself). 

here is what my list looked like:

Dr. Pepper

milk (harper’s whole and my 2%)

heavy cream

half n half

rock salt

lg. bag of ice

d.s. oreos (to chop for an ice-cream mix-in/topping)

reese’s cups (also supposedly for the ice cream)


now, here is what my receipt reads:

publix fudge marshmallow cookies

oreo double stuff

organic valley milk

publix heavy whipping cream

dr. pepper

arizona rx stress relief tea

hershey reese’s cups


ice cream salt

royal chocolate pudding



figure out for yourself what i walked by and couldn’t live without.  🙂


PS.  as of last night, these cookies are my right-now favorite.  i had to go down the cookie aisle to get the oreos, walked past these and could not physically take another step until i had some in my cart.  i ate 6 (SIX) of them on the drive home from the grocery store (which happens to be about 3/4 of a mile from my house).

July 12, 2008

to do

to-do list for the upcoming week…

  • contact emmaus’s current web registrar & switch the domain name location
  • make emmaus design corrections
  • make emmaus “black” pages
  • re-upload emmas site
  • dawn’s sticker designs
  • kelley & jay’s response card designs
  • pack my bag for the hospital
  • somehow manage to finish painting the 2nd bathroom (this one STILL ticks me off)
  • make/mail justin’s birthday package
  • clean kitchen floor
  • baby gift thank-you notes (i am TERRIBLE…it’s embarrassing!)
  • re-post dining room table on craig’s list
  • empty trashcans
  • July 9, 2008


    once again, this post is a few weeks late, but like they say…

    (better late than never…duh)

    jenna will be a senior this year.  she’s a softball player.  and she’s super cute.  we had a great time.  she did a fantastic job working with the camera…i felt like i was a photographer for a magazine or something…she made it so easy!  the Lord has continually blessed my business through word-of-mouth advertising… actually, no other type of advertising i’ve tried to do (and paid for) has actually worked.  i took pictures of two of jenna’s cousins’ families last year, so when her family was planning on coming down from IOWA (!) for a summer vacation, they called me to see if i was available to do pictures.  hopefully not too many other kids in her class will have beach pictures…she wanted something “different”.