Jackson Troy

Now, while Jack is sleeping, seems as good a time as any to try and get his birth story put down.

My doctor got approval for me to be induced on the 21st instead of the 24th. We all knew if I went the 24th he wouldn't be there to deliver. I was so grateful when he said he wanted to ask because we all had been through a lot together, and he wanted to see this through.
We were both so excited, but I'll admit, knowing an exact date scared me a little. That Friday Jon and I finished up a few last minute things at home before heading out for a couple errands. We packed the Jeep knowing we wouldn't be back home that night. We stopped at the bank to get some cash for Jon to use while cooped up at the hospital. While there, we said hi to my mom which just made me more nervous. I know I was oddly quiet because Jon kept asking me if I was okay. After our errands Jon decided to take me for a drive since we had about an hour to kill. He knows I love drives, and usually go on them when stressed. After driving a while, I noticed we were close to my Grandma Reeder's grave. My eyes immediately filled with tears, but I didn't want to say anything about it to Jon. I was really surprised when he pulled into the cemetery and asked which one was hers. He thought it would be nice for me to stop and see her before going to delivery. I married an amazing man, who some how always knows just what I need. This is a pretty terrible picture because I was in complete sobs by the time I got to her headstone. But I love it.


After stopping to see Grandma Reeder, we took the long way back to the hospital. It was probably a good thing, since I needed a few minutes to get myself together.
I checked into L&D at 6PM. We, and when I say we I mean Jon, chose a room right across from the nurses station. I know he chose it be close to his work friends if waiting got boring, but I'm so grateful that was the room we were in. I was started on antibiotics and pitocin right away. Then we sat, talked, texted, watched TV, and sat some more... I progressed slowly at first. Almost no one knew we were even there, which now, I'm glad it was that way. Around 8 or so, I believe, my doctor came in and broke my water. Fluid was clear, and everything looked great to start really progressing. My Mom and sister-in-law, Valerie asked to stop by and got there around nine-thirty or so. We talked and joked, I was having contractions but nothing I couldn't focus through. Shortly after they got there my nurse came in and decided to check again. She thought my contractions should be much stronger that long after breaking my water. While checking she found another sack of water, after breaking that things started moving very fast. With in 30 minutes my contractions turned from something I could concentrate through, to something that took everything to focus through. That's when I looked at Jon and told him I needed the epidural now. The nurse told me I handled them very well, I sure didn't feel like I did. Jon was amazing, he knows me so well. He knows when I'm in pain I do one of two things, I laugh or go completely quiet. This was a completely quiet moment. He stood there and just held my hand.
After the epidural, my blood pleasure dropped. With the blood pressure drop, Jacks heart rate dropped. I can't tell you a whole lot of what happened, because I just felt like falling to sleep and everything went a little hazy. But here's what remember... Six people ran into the room including my doctor, the anesthesiologist, my nurse, and a few others. They threw oxygen on me, and I asked my nurse if Jack was okay. She replied by saying, "He's just a little mad at us right now, but we are going to fix that." Then I heard Jon tell me not to fall asleep. I know they flipped me on my side. And I remember answering questions by nodding my head and raising two fingers as much as I could. When all that was over, I was told Jack and I had a small reaction to the epidural. Since his heart rate dropped so low, they gave him some time to rest before starting the pitocin again. After his heart rate was stable, I was given more pitocin, and completely ready to get this going. I knew it would still be a while, and since I had the epidural, the nurse told me to try and get as much sleep as I could. I tried, and know I got a few naps in here and there because Jon teased about my snoring at one point. (Will not miss that about pregnancy by the way) but all through the night, nurse after nurse would come in because Jack still was having a few problems keeping his heart rate up. It randomly dropped to the 60's, 50's and at one point I looked over and saw it at 46. They started an amino infusion, which pumped fluid back up into the uterus to fake the feeling of water still being there for Jack. That helped him a lot, but we still had to change positions and start and stop pitocin for hours at a time to keep him happy. During the stress of everything, Jack started having bowel movements in the uterus. When the nurse saw that, she told me we wouldn't be able to have him go to my chest after delivery. And depending how things looked, Jon may not be able to cut the cord. We were both fine with this, we both would rather have him taken care of first. At around 8:30 or so it was finally time to push. I pushed for a couple hours, and my doctor said he wanted me to pushed through a couple more contractions then He may need to use a vacuum. I didn't know at the time, but Jack's heart rate was dropping lots at this point, that's when my doctor decided an episiotomy was the best choice for Jack, it would be best to get him here quick with out doing a c section.
My epidural was perfect the whole time. I could wiggle my toes, but only feel pressure. I knew what was happening the whole time, and love that part of my delivery.
Jackson was finally here, and thankfully wasn't crying yet. My doctor told Jon he could cut the cord if he did it fast. I'm glad Jon got to do that, as for going to the chest, I would have liked it. But I don't wish he could have. I was so tired after all that time, and know he needed to be take care of by the NICU nurse and the respiratory therapist. After checking him, they stimulated him and he started crying.



Jackson Troy weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces was 21 1/2 inches long (Jon wont let you forget the half) and came at 11:52 AM after 18 hours of labor. He looks so big in this picture compared to the baby we brought home.


He was swollen and had a mushroom top head and is completely perfect in every way! He also had pretty perfect skin, not blotchy at all.


Because of the hard labor, the stress he was under, his heart rate dropping, and the bowl movements made during labor and all through delivery Jack had to go to the NICU. He was at risk of infection, and had to be there a minimum of 48 hours. I can't imagine my baby being there for weeks, or months at a time. It was the hardest thing for me to hand him over to the NICU nurse and know she wouldn't give him back to go to my room with me. Then to go through all that, and Jon and I go to a room and sit by ourselves.
One night when Jon and I went to visit him,there was a gift on his stand. Another NICU family had had their baby girl there a few weeks earlier and wanted the current NICU families to know people had been there and they were thinking of them. Even through Jack was only there for a short time, it meant a lot to us to have that little gift and note. I want to return the favor to NICU families in the coming weeks.



This is the NICU board, there is one in every baby's room. The plan lets the family know what is being worked on, or a goal for the day or week. We had to take a picture when we saw his plan had been changed to "Home for the Holidays!"



And here is my little man, ready to come home. We were so blessed that he was able to come home with us. I always felt calm that he would, but had that scared feeling in the back of mind. Now I've learned that scared feeling is just permanently there.... Maybe it will go away when he leaves for college... Probably not.


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You've been served...

Jack has been served with a 3 day Pay or Vacate.. For those of you that don't know what this is: in an apartment home community if you don't pay your rent, there is a very good chance you will be asked to "Pack or Pay". If you live at my community, it is me who will ask you to do so. So it only seemed right to give Jackson the same treatment. After all, it is fair housing.


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Waiting Game is my Least Favorite Game...

Have I ever told you I'm a VERY impatient person.  Mostly because I just am.  Christmas, Birthday.. I don't care if you tell me what I'm getting. I love surprises, but I HATE waiting... So I like to just know. Jon has done an amazing job with me, I actually get surprised for Christmas these days. I'm getting better and better every year.  However, learning to be patient for a baby... Not as easy. Not really at all.
The advice is getting repetitive.. "Oh get sleep now, cause you won't when he's here." Do people not remember the end of their pregnancy's, If they slept at this stage, I applaud them! But I'm sure I'm getting no more now then I will get then.  At least when he is here, my two hours of laying down between feedings will comfortable.  "Eat spicy food, go walking, run stairs, are you really doing everything to get him here." No, I thought he may just come easier if I really relaxed and did the bed rest kind of thing. Yes, I'm trying all those dumb suggestions, and all I can chalk it down to is he just isn't ready.  Like my Grandma told Jon when he first met me. "No one tells Chelsea what to do."  Looks like this kid has picked that up..  mixed with the Dattage stubbornness, we are in for a treat.
My due date is 4 days away, and I have 2 days of work left. So if he wont come on his own, at the most I have 12 days left. Yes, your math is right. Christmas Eve. Better then than never I guess. As long as he gets here healthy and safe.    UGh......

Giving Thanks...

Unless you were hiding under a rock, you know yesterday was Thanksgiving.  For most, this has become a day of planning which stores to go to at what times. My family always spends the day going over the ads a few times to say the least, but they never really go out to do the dreaded shopping part.  Once every few years someone will venture into the crowds. I, in fact went out for my first time this year..  Never again. Probably wasn't the smartest going nine months pregnant, but Jon thought it would be a great story if my water broke in the store. Thankfully (And I mean that) it didn't happen.  We were home by 11:30, I felt that it had to be more like 3 AM, but Jon got his prize.
As I sat in line with the cute older gal in front of me and the uber drunk, loud, obnoxious chick behind me; I couldn't help but think about something my Grandma had said this year during dinner. She started by asking me what I was thankful for. Which was easy... I have had three years to think about this, and every Thanksgiving I go back to this very thought. I'm Thankful I still get to spend time with my whole family.  Some at the table didn't understand that.  They saw a smaller crowd this year, and to them my "whole family" wasn't there. How quickly some forget what our family went through just a few years ago. Or maybe they just don't understand how much of a blessing it still is to my immediate family to have my Dad still with us.  I am so grateful that my Son will meet my Dad and the man he is named after. There is a reason we chose that name, I hope as Jack grows he will see every single one of those reasons.  I may put my Father on a high horse, But I believe Jack is very lucky to carry the name Troy. And I hope he lives up to everything Jon and I love in that name.
 Then my Grandma went to Jon, after he shared a thought she shared her feelings.  I think this is the first time I had seen my Grandma do this.  I LOVED IT. She shared how thankful she is that we all still want to spend time with each other. She shared how amazing it was to her that ALL her children and grandchildren are temple worthy.  This got me thinking, because she was right. How many families have that?  How many families have every member stay active and worthy for the blessing the temple offers. I don't believe there are many.  Yes we have our differences, but we are all in this for the long haul.  Our feelings won't suddenly change when we pass.  We are still us. And we will all be together. It's amazing.
My Grandma also pointed out her children, and how grateful she was for them, that they were able to keep their families active.  I believe my Grandmother has had a huge role in this. She always has her doors open and wants us to feel as though we can come and go as we please. We all know she will always be there. She makes every single person in the family feel important in a different way. With me, she was always more laid back, (which I'm sure she is with others as well) I grew up calling her G-ma (which cracks me up, cause I now have another cousin who also calls her that.  Both on our own accord, both for different reasons I'm sure) or "My Sexy Grandma" This lady can dress, she has amazing style. Another thing I love about her, she is not afraid to tell any of us we are out of line.  Although I  believe there are times she would like to say something and doesn't.  Keeping family around is more important to her at times. With out her I wonder where our family would be. Would we still get together for Holidays? Probably not. She is our glue..  I love her so much. I am so grateful for her.

The weekly's...

It has come..  I have started weekly appointments.  Everything has gone by pretty quickly actually.  I still feel pretty good, I think (for me at least) this has been the worst part.  There isn't much room left in there and I'm always asking myself where this kid is going to go for the last little bit. Things are changing, you have all seen the swelling that is taking place. Its in my feet, hands, and I have been noticing a little more in my face the last couple of days.. B. E. A. Utiful!  Thank goodness it's not the summer months, I can't imagine having this swelling and the heat on top of it. My hips feel like an 80 year woman's.  I'm afraid if I bend over I may just break a hip.  They pop and slip in ways I didn't know was possible. If I sleep (try to sleep I should say) wrong on one, It will take a few hours of very slow moving until it feels like its back where it should be and I can move around again. Even then, its sore and painful. Some nights I sleep with heat on my back/hips and ice packs on my feet. You can imagine how happy Jon is when he jumps in bed to find all the different temperatures waiting in different areas of the bed. Despite all this.. And more, I'm so happy right now.

Jon and I are so excited. We both cant believe how fast it has come. I love when Jon comes home and he has bags of baby things, not just clothes. He went out and bought a Paisley (its like a boppy, but more firm and has the paisley shape) because it will help him bottle feed.  He painted the whole room, without any help from me. Besides my professional pointers of course! The room is amazing! He even picked the color the room would be. When I have told him he doesn't have to do all this, I can help, he always says he needs to get things ready for his son. He loves doing it. He helps me organize over, and over..... and over again. He asks me what is on my crazy "deep clean before baby" list and picks which ones he will take care of. Which believe it or not, it's normally the harder ones.  I am so lucky to have him.

We have grown and learned a lot in the past couple of years. Everyone keeps telling me Jon will be a father when Jack gets here. I just smile.  Because while that was completely and totally true with the first pregnancy, with this one, he already is. It's more than just being excited, scared and nervous like the first. Its how he speaks. It's what he does. It's how he is planning. I don't know if anyone else would notice the subtle difference but me.  If you would have asked me then, I would have thought it was the same because of his excitement. It's not. I love him so much, I am so incredibly grateful for him.

This post went in a completely different direction!  Since I have made it to weekly appointments, I want to write them down. I want to remember what happened, and how we felt.

Yesterday was our 36 week appointment. For the first time in my pregnancy I actually had questions. Wrote them down and everything, I was pretty impressed with myself. I wont go over all of them, we all don't need to read all of that, but here are a couple of the fun random ones.

With the Holiday so close to the due date are you comfortable stripping membranes?
He will start stripping my membranes at our 38 week appointment. (Which standard if you want it done) We aren't counting on this, but with a little luck maybe we can get him here before Christmas.

Is he still breech? (I have been feeling like he isn't, and he is extremely low)

He found is head in the right position, and like I thought... Very low.  He is definitely getting ready to meet us. Any of you that know Jon, know how curious he is.  He asked how he could tell it was his head, and our doctor being as awesome as he is, told Jon to come try. He taught him how to find the head, and how to feel for the rest of the body as well.  I was fun to see Jon's face as he found the head. He said there was no mistaking what it was once you found it.

How big do you think he is?

After showing Jon the head and other body parts, he poked and prodded around for a little while.  Never a good sign when you have asked "How big is my baby?" He finally said he believes Jack is about Seven pounds already.. Maybe six and a half, but most likely seven.  That's when my eyes got big, my mouth dropped open and I said.. Great! Time to get him out.  He smiled, and said "What if I'm wrong and he is four pounds"...  "No, you're not wrong." He laughed, as he said "I don't want you to have a huge baby either."  All I keep thinking is I still have FOUR weeks! We really do love our doctor and have made a great relationship with him.

And just a couple random stats from the appointment.
Heartbeat: 128
Blood pressure:  ..Ummm, I don't remember it was good though.  Must have slipped my mind when I heard seven pounds....
Measuring: 37 cm so a week ahead this time, but who wouldn't when they are apparently growing a man child!?

Easiest Pregnancy Ever...

....bit me right in the dairy air. Last night I slept with a heat pack on my back and hips, and an ice pack on my feet and ank... I mean kankles. Didn't you all hear? I was asked to join the circus as the heffalump woman!! I declined, I didn't think it would be fair to leave Jon home while I was one the road.




But in all honesty, I still don't feel like I have room to complain. It has been a pretty awesome pregnancy. I can deal with five weeks of this right? Hmmm... I'll let you know in two weeks.


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Burning Sensation ...

Literally!..   This is one of those posts I wish I had thought to grab my camera in all the craziness. But alass..  web search images will have to do. 
Two nights ago, I was making Jon and I dinner.  I decided the day before that I really wanted mashed potatoes; so I made it happen. When it came time to drain off the water, Jon went to grab the strainer, I told him not to worry about it.  I had drained water against the sink MANY MANY times before, and decided it would be easier to just do that again.   (you all know where this is going... don't you) I picked the huge pot of boiling water off the stove walked to the sink..  Two bumps later and the pot of boiling water was all. Over. My stomach. SON OF A... CUSS WORDS.... MORE CUSS WORDS...  And a few I'm sure I made up in the moment. No amount of jumping back could get my huge stomach far enough away from the waterfall of boiling pain...

This was my face.....

Then this was my face.. 

I then ran to the bedroom and stripped faster than a Honeymooner. I looked in the mirror..  Saw the huge red ball where my stomach had once been...  And quietly Started to do this.

Yep.. Like a baby! That is until I heard Jon coming in (he cleaned up my spill like a champ) I wiped them away.  Because of course I wouldn't cry at that.  Who cries at a boiling pot of water being spilled on them?  Really?!



Two days later, my engorged swollen red stomach has gone down. I am only left with a burn about 3 inches long and an inch wide..  I'll take it!!  Only a few blisters.. I'll take those too!!  Anything is better than what it started as.

They funny thing is, Jon saw my Doctor that night at work... When he said; "Hey, Chelsea burned herself..."  The first thing my Doctor said was; "She got to close to the stove cooking, huh?" Not quite.. But I'm glad I'm not the only one.. :) I go see him tomorrow...  Great.

Learning from my childhood

When I was young(er), I loved holidays with the family. There are a few memories that happened every year, those memories are for the most part what I think of when I think back. Thanksgiving, the setting of the table as we walked into my Grandma's house. Christmas, the overwhelming pile of gifts for family that literally took over (and still does) the front sitting room. Opening gifts in that madness has become an art. I think we all have it down pretty fantastically. A memory from both, the copious amounts of food. My cousin and I used to joke that if we ate till we were full. We could lay on our backs for a few minutes and go back for more. We always ate to much, but we were always happy to do so.
Now that my insides have... Moved slightly. I eat smaller meals, unless I want to end up Holiday hangover sick. This morning when I woke up, I was starving!! Maybe because I didn't eat last night when I normally do, maybe because I slept in when I don't normally. Either way, food was needed!! STAT! So I went out to make French toast, sounded delicious. But it was taking to long.. So I had a piece of toast while it was cooking. Then, I had egg leftover. We can't waste! So while I threw the egg in the pan, I hurried and ate my French toast waiting for me on the plate. Now I had egg cooking.. You NEED a piece of toast to go with egg. Right?! Well needless to say, my brain forgot I don't... Scratch that.. I CAN'T eat big meals anymore. They make me incredibly sick. Not only sick.. But if I get one kick in the wrong place, lets just say it won't be pretty. I couldn't, with any amount of will finish the egg and toast. (Thank goodness)
How does this all tie in to Holidays? All I could think to do was layback, and give my stomach as much room as possible. Thank goodness for my holiday gullet antics as a child. Lesson learned.


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God is Gracious.

I have some confessions. I suck at updating. Plain and simple. During this pregnancy, I have lead you all to believe it's because I have no time. While time is in fact limited, I always find time to read all your blogs a few times a week. So why can't I just write a quick update?  I have wanted to; many times actually.  I have wanted to poke fun that I didn't pass my one hour glucose by three stupid tiny points. I have wanted to excitedly tell you all I passed my three hour with FLYING colors! And I, who can't even look at a needle, was poked FOUR times in a three hour period. Yes me!!  I didn't even pass out!! I have wanted to tell you all I cut my "chugging time" of my glucose drink in half the second time around..  That's right!  In half!!  WOOT!!
Oh by the way, did you all hear my weight gain has only been 16 pounds..? No?  Well I'm pretty stoked about that too..  But none of you know all that. Because as excited as I have been; and all these things I want to remember; my over reactive girl brain keeps thinking that the moment I put to much down, is the moment something crazy will happen again. And I will have a full blog of memories that will hurt to read. I know how stupid all this sounds.  It's worse.  I have wanted; this entire pregnancy; to write letters to my baby boy in a book/journal.  I have wanted to tell him everything he is doing. How happy he makes me when he isn't even with me yet. How happy he makes Jon. How his daddy, when he is barely awake enough to keep his eyes open, will sometimes forget to tell me.. "Bye, I love you." But always remembers to tell him. I haven't even been able to do this. I realize this is all ridiculous, the sane part of my brain knows this. It's that irrational side that keeps freaking out.
So today, when I was thinking of another blog post I would never actually write, I decided to look up the meaning of our little boys name. It's funny that I haven't ever thought to do this before. When just a year ago I indulged myself in the meanings of names.  Jack. A Hebrew name. Meaning God is Gracious. 
How ironic. After all we have been through. We unknowingly picked a name that means so much to our situation. Because in the time I shut myself out, left myself in bed for days. I always knew this statement was true. I always counted on Him to bring me a baby again when the time was right.
I have nine weeks left. I am going to start those letters to Jack.

Oh Boy, A Boy!!

I can't believe how fast time is going! Every time I feel like a week has past so I better update, turns out months have passed! In some ways this is great, others not so much. Like realizing there is only 7 pay periods until Christmas. Which means 7 until baby gets here!! Double yikes!! Last month Jon and I found out we are having a boy!! We were both very open to either, but are so excited to have a little boy! Jon named him, and informed me there was no reason to keep thinking of names. He has one. Which, secretly I actually love that Jon named his son. Maybe I would so much if I didn't actually like the name. :)
Here is our little Jackson Troy Dattage. We completely love him already!!!


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Parasite...

I have another blog post I have been wanting to get ready..  But until then, here is one to hold you over. :)  So most of the time I don't really notice much, it's been fairly easy to be pregnant.  Some sickness at first, pains and aches here and there.  But othere than that, I'm happy.  Most of my clothes all fit fine..  but I can tell I'm getting to the weird point where a few things just aren't as comfortable as they were before.  Today I wore some pants that I tell will not be a fave of mine in a few more weeks.  Luckily, it's only in the waist band..  but that's the worst spot to feel it. I was complaining about it, Jon laughed at some odd thing I called it.. (I honestly can't remember what) When he repeated it back to me, I told him it was a little parasite.. He returned with "A parasite you're going to Love, I already Love it."

The things he says make me smile.  He is so different from last pregnancy to this one.. He is going to be an amazing Daddy.

6 Months

Many of you that have stayed caught up with our blog know I have been absent for a few months. You also know if you have been reading for a while, that last year Jon and I lost a pregnancy. Coming out of that was a long haul, monthly (sometimes weekly) blood test were not the highlight of last summer for me.
After talking with my doctor, he said with everything that had happened; once we decided we were ready for a baby again, he wouldn't make us wait the usual 12 months before stepping in and helping medically. He would only have us go 6 months!! We were excited to hear this since 6 months didn't seem long at all after everything we had been through.
One evening Jon was teasing me, normal at our house, he asked if it was "that time of the month". I laughed at him, then started thinking. I realized I wasn't even sure where I was in the month. After looking at a calendar I got up and went to the other room.
After waiting three very short minutes, I walked back in to the living room. No smiles... No frowns... Just shock. I handed the unbelievable proof to Jon and sat on the other side of the couch. He looked at it for a minute, and calmly asked if I was serious then set the test down between us. He turned and continued watching the show. Every couple of minutes we would look at each other, then the test. There was no denying the digital "pregnant" that stared back at us.
We are so grateful, we know although our plans don't always pan out, the lords plans for us will. He knows what we can handle. He knows what will make us stronger. We are so excited, our 6 month wait turned into a very short 6 weeks.
I am now just over 14 weeks, and my 6 months is just 5 1/2 away.
We can't wait for our Christmas miracle.



Eeeek!!!

......

It is now June and it has been 6.. Count them.. SIX months since my last post. I feel terrible for leaving this so empty. I read back, my blog used to be fun, full of interesting random posts.. I will try to do better. These past few months have been crazy. So many different things going on. I honestly didn't even know how to put some days, weeks, months down in words. Somethings I'm sure I will find a way; others will need to be lost forever. And Frankly, I'm A. Okay with that. Jon and I did get back from an AMAZING vacation two weeks ago. We went on a cruise for my grandparents 50th anniversary! These two are so dear to me. They are everything I want to be when Jon and I hit that milestone. So happy for them. My grandma is amazing. She has a special relationship with each of us. Makes each of us feel special to her in her own special way. We are all so lucky to have her. My grandpa is such a good man. There isn't a bad bone in his body, and he wouldn't hesitate to stop any behavior he didn't see fit. I love him for this. He is so strong in what he believe. I feel so lucky to know him and have grown up so close to him. I will add more about the vacation soon. I need to include pictures or it's just boring. See you soon!

One Wish for Allisa

A while back I posted about the organization my mom and her friends started called One Wish. They have already helped grant some amazing wishes that pull at your heart strings. This really is a blessing to those families dealing with such a tough time in life.
One they are working to fulfill now is really getting to me. She is beautiful, inside and out. She is a fighter. She has strength and a love for her Father in Heaven that we could all learn from. But most of all she is so young.
Her name is Allisa Berry, and tonight after I learned of her and her wish, thoughts of this sweet girl are keeping me wide awake. I find myself completely loving her, and feeling very attached.
One Wish needs help to grant her wish.
Please go read her blog at www.hopeforallisa.com, then head to www.onewishcachevalley.org and make a small donation to help grant her wish. If you know of anyone that would want to help in any way please send them towards One Wish. After the fight Allisa has been fighting this really would be the ultimate wish.


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Short post because I suck and I need you all to know I'm still here with a long drawn out heading.

Today I turned Two Bits...

And today I started doing a fun blog with my sisters (the second is a sister in a round about way?) We are getting healthy for 2012, Check us out and CHEER us on. We need it!!! afewhealthysistas.blogspot.com