Joshys coming home!

Josh has served a faithful mission in Russia and its time for him to come home! He will be home around 11 pm on April 2. Just thought you all should know!

Baby Loriks story!

Well I finally have enough time to get on and blog about how baby Lorik came into the world. He is our miracle baby. We were very much not expecting Lorik. Hunter was born February 3rd and we got the news that Lorik was in the baking process in July. I had a c-section with hunter, so to have a subsequent pregnancy so close together can be very dangerous for mother and baby. So we were referred to a specialist who was more prepared to care for a high risk pregnancy. But sadly we were informed that we might not get to keep the baby because of the risks. Naturally we wanted what was best for my health and for baby's, but we weren't sure that achieving both would be possible. Apparently Lorik has some important business here on earth to attend to, because everything ran smoothly through the duration of the pregnancy, however because I was on heparin during my pregnancy and because of the risk of uterine rupture, Loriks birth had to be a planned c-section. Our doctor and specialist decided that the safest way to accomplish a c-section was to do it at 37 weeks gestation. So we planned an amniocentesis for the 17 of February to check for the maturity of the baby's lungs. If the test came out positive then a c-section would be scheduled for later that day. But because we have the worst luck ever, the test came out negative. The test is based on a number score, 50 being mature and anything below that immature. Loriks test came back with a number score of 34. With his lungs being immature, the c-section was considered dangerous and we were forced to re-schedule another amniocentesis for next week. Before we left the specialist ordered a non stress test to check for baby's heart rate and contractions. And as our bad luck would have it, the stress test measured contractions that fluctuated from 5 to 3 minutes apart. Which was a surprise to us because for the most part I was quite comfortable, besides the small inconvenience of not being able to eat or drink and Brandon being the devil and enjoying Pepsi in front of me, I felt fine. But to be safe we were sent to labor and delivery at Orem community to be hooked up to fetal monitors to watch the contractions. For those who have ever been in labor and delivery, you know that everything takes 5 hours to do. Brandon and I came to terms with the fact that we would probably be there all day. For the first few hours I was happy and comfortable. My cervix hadn't changed so we were confident that things were fine and we'd be able to go home shortly. However that was not in the cards for us. I started to get very uncomfortable. My contractions were coming faster and faster. I swear I was so ready to pull out all of Brandon's hair if he had had any. So we waited for a few more hours and nothing changed. The doctors plan of action was to check and see if there had been any changes to my cervix. And sure enough there was. I thought there damn well better be some change if I had just gone though 5 hours of pain. Before we even knew what was going on our visit to the hospital turned very quickly into a emergency. We ran the risk of my life with every contraction because the risk of rupture or detachment, while also risking Loriks life with delivery because his lungs were so immature. Because we were at such a small hospital, they didn't have the right equipment to care for such a premature baby. The only plan in place for Loriks safety was an awaiting ambulance to take him to another hospital that was more prepared with a NICU. So we prayed for the best and went ahead with the c-section because there was little time. We were in the operating room for what seemed like forever to me. All I wanted more then anything was to hear Lorik cry. When they finally pulled him out all I heard was silence. I swear those were the longest minutes of my life. All I could hear was the sound of nurses and doctors going back and forth in the small delivery room in a bit of a rush. And finally what I prayed for...I heard a cry. It was the most beautiful sound, Brandon and I were so happy. Later we learned that Lorik had been in a dangerous fetal position during all of my labor. His head was stuck in my pelvis and with every contraction, it was putting dangerous pressure on his head and neck. When he was delivered his face was so bruised that the nurses weren't sure he was breathing at all. When we took our first trip to the nursery to see him, and he opened his beautiful eyes, all we saw was read. It scared us to death. Because of all the pressure he had burst almost all the capillaries around his eyes. We then started to realize that if he had not been delivered when he was he might not be alive at all. All I can say is that our Heavenly Father must have big plans for him because he was so blessed to come into this crazy wild world healthy. As for Brandon and I we are doing well. We don't get much sleep with Hunter and Lorik being up constantly but were going with it. I was able to get up and walk around after a few days and haven't been bed ridden since, so we have been very blessed and we are so thankful for our miracle baby!

And then the fight started.....

My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, 'What's on TV?'
I said, 'Dust.'
And then the fight started...
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'
I bought her a scale.
And then the fight started...
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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.
And then the fight started...
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'
And then the fight started...
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'
'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'
'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'
And then the fight started...
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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?""
Nah, she can order for herself."
And then the fight started...
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A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.
I really need you to pay me a compliment.'
The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'
And then the fight started.....
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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.
Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.
I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.
And then the fight started....
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My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday
and then the fight started.....
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A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies.
Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside.
The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy crap. That must be my husband!'
So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go.
A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!'
The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?'
And then the fight started.....
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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.
I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'
And then the fight started ...
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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary? "
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.
So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"
And that's when the fight started....
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My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"
"No," she answered.
I then said, "Is that your final answer?"
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started....