No, not that kind of Lucky. Get your mind out of the gutter.
So, yesterday we were privileged to go to the sealing of some good friends of ours. We got a babysitter for the occasion, and then went on a mini-date after the sealing.
I was taking said babysitter home at the end of the evening. After talking with her and hearing her say 'like' about 400 times in our conversation, I successfully dropped her off, and I was on my way home.
I usually have "The Wiggles" on in the car for Lexi, but I had no kids in the car and a SheDaisy song came on that I hadn't heard in, 'like', forever. So I started jamming out and singing at the top of my lungs. It felt great.
Then the cop car lights turn on behind me. Shoot. Having a little too much fun. I had no idea what the speed limit was because I'm never on this road, so I'm pretty worried.
The cop comes to the window and says, "Do you realize you were going 49 in a 35?" I think, well I knew I was going 49. And the speed limit is 35? This road is pretty much a highway north of the timp temple. Why the heck is the speed limit 35?
I say very sweetly, "No, I wasn't aware I was going that fast." He asks for license and proof of insurance, and guess what? I don't have a current proof of insurance in the car. Great. He takes my license.
As I'm sitting there, wondering how much I'm going to owe, I realize that the registration on our car was up in February. February was a pretty busy month you know with having a baby and all, so it wasn't on my list of things to worry about. Awesome.
He comes back to the car, I give him our expired insurance card because it has the same policy number that we have now, and I wait for it.
There are two kinds of cops. The ones that are out to get you and take pleasure in giving you tickets (my sister Joy tends to get these), and the ones that are just trying to do their job and are nice to you.
I fortunately got the latter. He gave me a verbal warning for both the registration and the proof of insurance, which is pretty lucky since both are really big fines.
He then still gave me a ticket (shoot) for only going 5 over the speed limit. I haven't had a ticket in about 6 or 7 years, so I can do traffic school to keep it off my record.
He then told me congrats on the new baby (he asked why I didn't renew the registration), and I was on my way. I still cried as I was driving home because I was really mad at myself.
I get out my phone to call Brandon and tell him the bad news, and I realize that I missed a text from him that he sent about 10 minutes ago. It says, "I love you. Drive Safely."
Double awesome.
3/28/2009
3/26/2009
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"Really, Cassie?" you say. Yes. Really. "It's practically April," you say. Yes, I know that.
Without fail, every year I have lived in Utah it gets really cold around my birthday. And here it comes again.
April, you're not going to be very nice to me, are you?
3/23/2009
Exhausted
Sorry, no pictures. Laney keeps getting worse and worse with the sleeping lately. That's okay. At least she's healthy. She has a hard time sleeping at night, and just when Lexi goes down for her nap and I would love to join in on the afternoon sleeping, Laney decides she wants to be held. Again, totally okay.
I just feel bad for Lexi who has a tired and cranky mother.
Scare of my life happened the other day- I'm fixing Lexi's dresser (the knobs keep falling off) and Laney is occasionally fussing in the swing. Lexi's very good at putting her paci back in her mouth, and she's been doing it all day, so I ask Lexi to do that for me. A few minutes go by, and Lexi comes walking in- with Laney in her hands! I just about died. She had taken Laney out of the swing and decided to bring her to me. Ah!
I quickly explained to Lexi that she should always ask my help to hold her sister, and took Laney. There were at least some good points to this scare. First, Lexi was holding her exactly right- her little arms wrapped around her back, with Laney cuddled to her body. She wasn't dragging her by the head or anything. That at least tells me Lexi is somewhat capable. And she brought Laney right to me- she didn't try and take her anywhere else and take care of her.
Still, I will be watching Lex a little more carefully from now on.
I just feel bad for Lexi who has a tired and cranky mother.
Scare of my life happened the other day- I'm fixing Lexi's dresser (the knobs keep falling off) and Laney is occasionally fussing in the swing. Lexi's very good at putting her paci back in her mouth, and she's been doing it all day, so I ask Lexi to do that for me. A few minutes go by, and Lexi comes walking in- with Laney in her hands! I just about died. She had taken Laney out of the swing and decided to bring her to me. Ah!
I quickly explained to Lexi that she should always ask my help to hold her sister, and took Laney. There were at least some good points to this scare. First, Lexi was holding her exactly right- her little arms wrapped around her back, with Laney cuddled to her body. She wasn't dragging her by the head or anything. That at least tells me Lexi is somewhat capable. And she brought Laney right to me- she didn't try and take her anywhere else and take care of her.
Still, I will be watching Lex a little more carefully from now on.
3/14/2009
Laney's awake time
Laney's favorite and usually only time that she's awake is from 10pm to about 11:30. Great, huh? Brandon and I are usually delirious with fatigue, so we try and pass the time. One night we walk in and see Laney entertaining herself. Reading.
2/28/2009
Awesome pics
So, here are some amazing pics that were taken a few days ago, and I wanted to share my birth story. I didn't want to at first, but if you are interested, I will share. Mostly because I want people to not be so scared of being induced as is sometimes described.
I decided I wanted to be induced early before even Lexi was born, but my doctor for Lexi wouldn't let me because I wasn't showing ANY signs of progression. She was finally induced 5 days late because I measured pretty low for amniotic fluid levels. Well, she was 8 lbs. 10 oz. Granted, not huge, but too big for my body. My recovery was really. hard. It took me weeks to get back to normal.
So, for Laney, I interviewed doctors until I found one that was not only willing to induce early, but felt good about it. Seeing my history, he saw that I would most likely not go into labor on my own, and would have a big baby. He agreed to induce at 38 weeks if we did an amnio and saw that the lungs were fully developed.
At 38 weeks, we went in to do the amnio. The doc that does the ultrasound before the amnio was worried. He didn't want to do an amnio because again, there's not a lot of amniotic fluid. I measured a 6. Usually, women measure between 12 and 16. At 5, they induce because it's dangerously low. His options are to either put me on bedrest and drink a lot of fluids for a week, then do the amnio and induce, or to induce now because of low levels. So, he calls my doc with the news, and my doc calls me and suggests to just induce. Yeah! I was getting a little worried that they'd put me on bedrest (torture!) and make me wait a week.
I get hooked up to the pitosin at around 11:30, and they break my water at 12 noon. I wanted to go as long as I could without the epidural. I started the pitosin dilated to a 1 1/2. At 5pm, I was hurtin. I wanted my epidural, but I didn't know how far I was dilated. If I was progressing, I could go longer. They check me. I'm dilated to a 2. 2! Forget it. Get me an epidural. This isn't worth it. Plus, I'm a wuss. 5 hours of painful contractions, and I was done.
Now I'm numb (it's hard not moving). They check me at 10pm. I'm at a 4. Agh! I started crying at this point. This is going to take 2 days at this rate! Brandon and I look at each other, and are just discouraged. But at least I'm glad I got the epidural. We watch Singin' in the Rain, and they check me at 12 midnight. The nurse says, "woah, you're at a 10. Let me wake up your doctor." I prayed really hard that she would say that! So, after 5 minutes of pushing, Laney was born. 12:15am, 6 lbs. 15 oz., 19 1/2 inches long. Perfect.
Let me tell you how much easier it is to recover from a smaller baby. I felt like I could run a marathon 3 days after giving birth. Brandon and I played racquetball on Friday. (Don't worry, I paid very close attention to my body, making sure it wasn't getting tired.)
I understand that getting induced is not everyone's cup of tea. I realize that I took the "easy way out". I know that if you can go into labor on your own, that is the best way to go. But having a healthy, smaller baby was the best way for me. I know my body won't go into labor until I'm late, and by then my baby is too big, so I prefer to get induced early.
So there you have it. Judge me if you must. :)
I decided I wanted to be induced early before even Lexi was born, but my doctor for Lexi wouldn't let me because I wasn't showing ANY signs of progression. She was finally induced 5 days late because I measured pretty low for amniotic fluid levels. Well, she was 8 lbs. 10 oz. Granted, not huge, but too big for my body. My recovery was really. hard. It took me weeks to get back to normal.
So, for Laney, I interviewed doctors until I found one that was not only willing to induce early, but felt good about it. Seeing my history, he saw that I would most likely not go into labor on my own, and would have a big baby. He agreed to induce at 38 weeks if we did an amnio and saw that the lungs were fully developed.
At 38 weeks, we went in to do the amnio. The doc that does the ultrasound before the amnio was worried. He didn't want to do an amnio because again, there's not a lot of amniotic fluid. I measured a 6. Usually, women measure between 12 and 16. At 5, they induce because it's dangerously low. His options are to either put me on bedrest and drink a lot of fluids for a week, then do the amnio and induce, or to induce now because of low levels. So, he calls my doc with the news, and my doc calls me and suggests to just induce. Yeah! I was getting a little worried that they'd put me on bedrest (torture!) and make me wait a week.
I get hooked up to the pitosin at around 11:30, and they break my water at 12 noon. I wanted to go as long as I could without the epidural. I started the pitosin dilated to a 1 1/2. At 5pm, I was hurtin. I wanted my epidural, but I didn't know how far I was dilated. If I was progressing, I could go longer. They check me. I'm dilated to a 2. 2! Forget it. Get me an epidural. This isn't worth it. Plus, I'm a wuss. 5 hours of painful contractions, and I was done.
Now I'm numb (it's hard not moving). They check me at 10pm. I'm at a 4. Agh! I started crying at this point. This is going to take 2 days at this rate! Brandon and I look at each other, and are just discouraged. But at least I'm glad I got the epidural. We watch Singin' in the Rain, and they check me at 12 midnight. The nurse says, "woah, you're at a 10. Let me wake up your doctor." I prayed really hard that she would say that! So, after 5 minutes of pushing, Laney was born. 12:15am, 6 lbs. 15 oz., 19 1/2 inches long. Perfect.
Let me tell you how much easier it is to recover from a smaller baby. I felt like I could run a marathon 3 days after giving birth. Brandon and I played racquetball on Friday. (Don't worry, I paid very close attention to my body, making sure it wasn't getting tired.)
I understand that getting induced is not everyone's cup of tea. I realize that I took the "easy way out". I know that if you can go into labor on your own, that is the best way to go. But having a healthy, smaller baby was the best way for me. I know my body won't go into labor until I'm late, and by then my baby is too big, so I prefer to get induced early.So there you have it. Judge me if you must. :)
2/14/2009
Delaney
Here are a few pictures of my little one. Delaney Lindsay Wernli, born at 12:15 am 2/12/09, 6 lbs. 15 oz.
Sleeping with Dad.
Here's Lexi giving her a little kiss. It was very cute.
Another sister picture.
Gotta love this one. Had the camera out at the right time.
2/10/2009
Dreams
Last night I dreamt that I had a little black baby. I think this stems from part of a conversation I had with my sister Callie. We were talking about (not seriously) me being a surrogate for her child because I have easy pregnancies. But then Callie said something about not wanting to carry on hers or Bryce's genes (too many sicknesses), so she'd have me carry someone else's pitri dish DNA.
What?! There's no way I'm carrying some stranger's DNA for nine months just so you can have your perfect Asian child. That's what adoption is for. Sorry, Callie, but that was so ridiculous it was funny. :)
I also dreamt that the baby was 5lbs. 15oz. That's not gonna happen either. I'm guessing Laney will be in the low 7's. Even two weeks early she'll be big.
But we'll find out tomorrow! Yeah!
What?! There's no way I'm carrying some stranger's DNA for nine months just so you can have your perfect Asian child. That's what adoption is for. Sorry, Callie, but that was so ridiculous it was funny. :)
I also dreamt that the baby was 5lbs. 15oz. That's not gonna happen either. I'm guessing Laney will be in the low 7's. Even two weeks early she'll be big.
But we'll find out tomorrow! Yeah!
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