Sunday, May 20, 2012

April 25th: A Day to Remember



   
Any of you who remember my pregnancy know that I could hardly stand it. Keri quickly became referred to as "Monster." I knew right off the bat I was pregnant because it hit me like a deadly disease. First the cramping that initially made me want to seek medical attention because I had never had a cramp like that in my life before. Next the 17 weeks of vomiting at any point in the day on any given hour (far from "morning" sickness). Oh and let's not forget the constant nausea, heartburn, stretchmarks, swollen ankles the size of my calves, 52 lb weight gain, constant urinating, unable to sleep, aching ribs, and cravings. It was a long and slow process and I loved to complain about it. I'm definitely not one of those women who misses that belly and enjoyed pregnancy. I am the far opposite.
    My 37 week appointment rolled around and I went in for my check up, the usual stuff, but this time when I stepped on the scale nurse was a bit concerned. "Wow! You gained 6 lbs in 5 days," she said. Geeh, thanks lady way to put it so gently. Between that, my urine sample, and ankles not far from the size of my knees the doctors decided I needed to hang out a bit longer that day. After a million questions they discovered I had about 5 symptoms of pre-eclampsia. For those of you unfamiliar with this, pre-eclampsia is right before eclampsia, which is where you begin to have seizures. A bit problematic, but a 24 hour urine sample would either confirm or deny the diagnosis. They sent me home with a labeled jug and told me when I wake up the next morning to collect my urine every time I go to the bathroom for the next 24 hours. I was well aware of how often I was going, I practically lived in the bathroom, but you really realize it when you have to collect it. Not only did you have to collect it, but it had to stay cold. Yep, in our refrigerator... exactly what everyone wants in their fridge! By 4 am the next morning I had filled that sucker to brim. There wasn't room for a drop! Go figure 6:00 am rolls around and I need to go again. Well the jug is full so that means I'm done, right? Wrong! At 9:00 am I go back to the doctor's office to drop of the urine container and they inform me that the nurse was supposed to give me a second container in case that happened. They sent me back home to start over. What a pain!! 48 hours of collecting my urine?!?!?! And guess how it went that time around? Yep, I only need one container...go figure! After doing it correct and collecting it for a full 24 hours I dropped it off to the lab at the hospital, went and picked up Kris from work, and then went to church. It was April 24, 2011, Easter Sunday. I get back to the truck and see my phone has missed calls and a voice mail. It's my ob-gyn who very calmly says the results are back and to call are as soon as I can. It's 12:30 pm that afternoon when I call her back and she tells me I'm pouring too much protein in my urine...AKA you have pre-eclampsia. Then she fills me in that this means they need to get the baby out pretty soon and I am going to have to be induced. I'm startled but okay I get it. Then she asks,  "So what time can you get here tonight?" That's when I hit panic mode. TONIGHT??!?!?! I was not ready I was supposed to have at least another 2 weeks, more if she was late. She told me to go get a good dinner because the hospital food was less then great and to arrive at L&D at 7:00 pm that night. I remember getting off the phone, sitting in the truck bawling and shaking trying to get a hold of my mother. I was not ready for this at all and decided right then that my mom needs to be here or I'll lose it. I calmed down after getting a hold of my sister Kelli and her talking me through it, then went home to fill Kris in. We decided to have one last meal out before Keri's arrival so we went to Red Lobster. My good friend Jessica was hosting Easter dinner so we headed over there but couldn't stay long. We got to the hospital and they had me change and got my IV started, then about an hour later the Doctor comes in to talk and let's me no I'm not dilated and 0% effaced...LOVELY! Then she explains to me about a little procedure where they insert a catheter through your closed cervix and blow it up like a balloon and overnight it will fall out and it will get you to 4 cm. I won't go into detail, but I'm sure you can imagine....It was without a doubt the most painful thing I've ever experienced and made getting up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night almost impossible. I felt my first contractions at 9:00 pm that night. The next morning the nurses came in to find that the catheter had not fallen out by itself like it was supposed to. Doctor says I'm the first in the 20 years she's been doing it (what are the odds!). So she has to remove it and then tells me I'm only 3 cm dilated. (lame! It was supposed to be 4) They had me get up and take a shower and then at 8:00 a.m. they started the pitocin and broke my water. Boy was that an experience...I had to dropped 5 lbs of weight as soon as she did that. It was like I peed myself, but it never stopped. I was bored just tolerating contractions then suddenly at 10:30 a.m. I pushed away my phone and computer and couldn't concentrate on anything. Things suddenly became EXTREMELY uncomfortable by 2:00 p.m. I was hurting so bad and had only dilated a centimeter so I took a nubain shot in my arm. It wore off within an hour and at 4 o'clock I took another one in the other arm. That one never worked. My contractions were coming every 45 seconds and doubling up. They inserted a catheter (the second one so far)  to pump saline back into me since I had lost too much fluid from breaking my water. It's all pretty fuzzy now. I remember I was trying to stand and attempted to walk but I couldn't even hold myself up I was so exhausted. I don't even remember the conversations I had with Kris or my mom that day. I remember asking several times when it was going to be over. HA! They came in to check me and I was only dilated to a 5 and about to lose my mind I was in so much pain and wanted to push already. I was threatened with a c-section because my contractions were still doubling up and I could not sit still enough to let my body relax and finish dilating. I had no desire to do that so I took the epidural around 7:30 p.m. and had my 3rd catheter put in. As soon as it kicked I felt like dead weight and passed out for the next two hours. The doctor came back and I was finally dilated to a 9, but Keri's heart rate was dropping. I was completely clueless about why they had me rolling around from my left to right sides and oxygen masking me. Then at 9:44 p.m. it was time to push! Definitely the easiest part of the whole day! After 20 minutes and a few pushes Keri Evan Pfeiffer came into the world at 10:04 p.m. on April 25th, 2011. She was 7 lbs 3 ounces and 19 inches long with the cord around neck. Her daddy quickly snatched her after that and was instantly wrapped. She is DEFINITELY the greatest thing that has ever happened to us. We are so thankful for her!

                                                            We love you Keri!!!


Keri's first picture.

She had him wrapped instantly.
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-Meg

Let the Party Planning Begin!

    Our 'Precious K' turned 1 last month on the 25th, but we postponed her birthday party celebration until August. I'm doing a Woodland Friends theme (owls, bears, fox, birds, rabbit, deer, porcupine, etc). Pinterest and Hobby Lobby have overloaded me with so many ideas for this special event. I decided during my 3 week break from classes I would get a head start on her invitations. I went out and bought all the suitable colors for the theme and found a cut out pattern online.

    Last night with the help of my dear sister Mary and her speedy tracing skills, we tackled this many cut out pieces for the owls' bodies.


     Good thing we started last night! These guys are sooooo time consuming, but well worth it in my opinion. My Keri is a very special girl and she deserves a very special celebration. These owls we put together aren't finished they're still missing some parts, but you get the general idea. :)

-Meg

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Birthday Crown

     Tomorrow is my precious girl's first birthday! I'm in complete shock over how quick the time passed, even though I was pre-warned. I've been trying to think of ways to make her day as special as possible even though daddy can't be there. I know she doesn't fully understand what's going on right now and won't remember this birthday, but still. We've postponed her birthday party until Kris comes home from this deployment so tomorrow is going to be a special Mommy and Keri day (after all that this time last year was quite traumatic for me....lol). I have a fun day in store for us! Tomorrow I will also start any yearly birthday traditions! I have a few planned out that can easily be done every year as she grows up. One thing I wanted to do was make her a special birthday crown that crown that she can wear every year...even when she is in her twenties I'm going to make her put it on when she celebrates with Kris & I.

 So, here's what I've been up to the last two nights...

All from Hobby Lobby


     I couldn't find anything online (I'm sure there's plenty of patterns out there, this was just simpler to me) so I took 2 pieces of copier paper and taped them together then grabbed 3 cups out of the cabinet, placed them on the paper and traced.
 Like so...
 Then I cut it out...
The points on my crown are different sizes because the 3 diameters of my glasses put together was longer then the length of my paper and since I want my crown to be adjustable I cut one of the pieces of paper in half so I can put the tie in the back and the taller points in the front (In the photo). Then I laid it out flat and pinned it my fabric. After I cut out the pink fabric (outside fabric) I pinned the pattern to my green fabric (fabric for the inside of the crown) and cut it out too.




      I put my two fabrics facing each other and sewed and serged the top with the peaks and down both the left and right sides of the fabric.

      I didn't want the crown to flimsy so I bought some quilt batting and rolled it out and cut out a piece to fill the inside of my fabric.


I turned my fabric right side out and ironed it down flat, then stuffed the batting inside of it, trimmed up the edges along the bottom, folded them in neatly, ironed it flat and then sewed that long bottom edge of the crown. Then I cut my green ribbon and sewed it across the top of the pink side. I haven't used a sewing machine or serger in 4 years and had a bit of trouble sewing a curved line on a serger that's why my peaks here are not as nice looking as the paper cutout...HA! HA! Oh well, I wasn't about to start over.


Then I sewed a button on one end and some ribbon on the other and attached a flower clip I found at Hobby Lobby where I got my fabric and ribbon...


And VIOLA!!! A birthday crown for all the birthdays ahead of us until the year she begs me not to make her wear it! ;)
View from the front

View from the back

Keri testing it out


Tomorrow's birthday attire!
-Meg

Sunday, April 22, 2012

My Precious 'K'

     This 'K' I'm about to share with you is one of a kind. We have known each other I guess for about 19 and a half months now, and we finally met about a year ago. The greatest gift from God and a physical sign of the love my "Darling K" and I share.
Meet Keri Evan...
 
     She brings such joy in my life. I love her to death! I wouldn't be able to get through this deployment in one piece without her. Thanks to my Precious little 'K', I have been able to smile everyday since my husband has been gone. There is a purpose for everything in life and I think she was God's way of getting me through this crappy deployment. If our wedding date would been on the original day we had wanted she probably wouldn't be here right now. So, like I said there is purpose for everything. She's the best support I could imagine and everyday I see her daddy in her, which is like having a little piece of him here.
     I've never met a baby with such personality! I mean it when I say this kid is ONE of a kind. I'm pretty sure she is going to be a genius. She's been advanced in everything she's learned up to this point, except when it comes to cutting teeth and walking (she's lazy...or just wants to burn some extra calories crawling so I'll quit calling her "Chub Chub"). Her birthday is this week and I still cannot believe how fast the past year has been with her. I feel like she was still in my belly just 6 months ago.
     She's been our little monster from the start. It began with making me puke the first 17 weeks of pregnancy, letting me retain tons of water, and gain a mess of weight. Then turned to screaming at night until she fell asleep everyday when we were visiting in Texas last summer. Now it's sassy-ness and thinking she runs this place. Here's what I'm talking about...
This her evil eye, and by far her favorite expression to make. She is constantly doing this and then she will relax and laugh at you....definition of a monster (a sweet one of course!). Ha. Ha. She is hilarious. Right now she is also into mimicking. You can pretty much role through a handful of different commands and she will repeat them. I've got her trained pretty well. ;) She is the light of my life and not a day goes by that I am not thankful for having her her with us. God has truly blessed me!

-Meg

Friday, April 20, 2012

My Darling 'K'

       Oh what a semester it has been this spring in my classes... and all the minor problems in life that have popped up since my dear husband left for deployment! It's been hectic and quite stressful, but on April 6th I found this sitting next to the garage door.

Talk about a surprise seeing my name listed as the recipient. I've never received anything from 1-800flowers.com before so when I opened it I was pretty amazed by the snazzy shipping box with it's instructions for the receiver and separate little compartments for each item.
 
It took me a little bit to figure out how to get the flowers and vase out without ripping everything apart. But I managed and after I trimmed the stems and filled the vase with water I stepped back and smiled as I stared at my gorgeous two dozen yellow roses from wonderful husband!
        Oh what some gorgeous yellow roses and a few typed words can do to a girl! These are my absolute favorite, not just any rose... yellow roses.  AND TWO DOZEN OF THEM! Talk about making me smile. The note just put me over the top, nothing fancy, but simply, "JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. KRIS" The only thing better right now would be if he walked through the door. That time will soon enough come, but boy I am anxious! He is my best friend and I can't imagine a life without him. I miss him more than words can express. This little surprise seems like the perfect opportunity to introduce my husband.


       He became a pretty significant role in my life in January 2005. I remember it like yesterday. My freshman year of high school we came back from Christmas break and I had been switched to a new lunch period. Thankfully one of my dear friends, Morgunn, was in that lunch too. I joined her that first day back, and her boyfriend of the time, Seth, and his friend, Kris. Before that day, Kris and I had very little interaction with one another. I didn't really know much about him. I knew he was in the grade above me, had been here since 5th grade, and was the guy who ran hurdles. That was pretty much the extent of it. I remember going with Morgunn one night to a basketball game (Seth played basketball). We were standing up in the bleachers excited and being silly cheering on our guy's basketball team, who did very well that year, when I slipped back off the bleacher and almost fell back on to Kris who was standing in the row behind me. He caught me and I apologized and Morgunn and I continued our excited jumping in the stands. I fell back again and after that it just became a game for Kris. He would intentionally make me fall. I think he was flirting ;)
       As the weeks went by we continued to have lunch in our little group everyday and would go to the basketball games together. Something always happened. Kris would pop my gum on my face if a blew a bubble or go through my things. Once he took my watch and wore it home with him. I remember the next day having the SAT and getting griped at by my parents the night before for not having a watch to take (ya know...since you MUST have everything on that list of recommended items to bring. Ha! Ha!) The following evening while having some girl chat with Morgunn over the phone while she was over at Seth's house, Kris steals her phone to tell me he has my watch and then proceeds to accidentally drop it in the kitchen dish water. (Perhaps that's why I have now received 2 fossil watches from him...Ha! Ha!) Superbowl 2005 was quickly approaching and after all these silly encounters I had a crush on Kris, but secretly...of course! Ha. Ha. I came back to the table after getting my lunch one day to find Kris drawing on my book cover. He drew a big heart and inside it put the words, "Megan loves Kris." I laughingly denied it, until in the next class I told Morgunn I had a crush on him and was excited for the four of us to hang out at Seth's for the Superbowl. The night of the Superbowl was fun, we all had a good time. Right at the end when the Patriot's won, Kris planted one on me, and then another, and another. My first kiss...or two...or three. Shortly after, it was time for us to leave so Morgunn and I went back to her house and we stayed up talking about my excitement. I was all giddy that night, just like I was today when I got these roses.
         Our sweet innocent kissing between bells at school and only seeing each other at sporting events didn't last much longer, maybe a month after the Super Bowl. I didn't have a cell phone and if we both weren't at school for lunch we never really saw each other. Having never been in a relationship and unable to date until I was sixteen made it a bit difficult. I had Seth "dump" him for me. Poor Kris. I avoided him until school got out for the most part (I know how mean was I?!?) I came back from Summer break ready to start to my sophomore year and wondered if running into Kris would be awkward. I never found him though, I even looked for him for about a week then asked Seth, who told me Kris had moved back to his old school.
         A couple months later our schools were playing one another in football and Morgunn and I were walking around when I spotted him. I ducked behind her in hopes he wouldn't see me. (I know! What a chicken I was! I guess I was worried of what he thought of me, who knows I was fifteen.)
         Five months pass by and I am walking around a local FFA/FCCLA show messing with my phone when Kris catches my attention. Looking up startled wondering who it was I quickly realized it was him and thought "Dang. He looks really good today." He had on a button down pink and white shirt, jeans, some flip flops, and his glasses. That was the first time I saw him in glasses and I instantly loved it. Still anytime now when he puts on his glasses I find him super sexy! He asked me if I wanted to go watch the pig show that was taking place so I accepted and we went in there and briefly talked. He asked me for my number and I gave it to him (yep, the real number). I thought he would call, but he didn't....at least not for 3 months anyway. Ha. Ha. Way to make me wait. Payback probably. ;)
          It was Summer 2006 and I was watching a movie one night with good friends Erin, Drew, and Trent, when my phone rang. I answered and after a bit of confusion discovered it was Kris. I remember him saying "Well, I guess you're busy. I'll call back later," then he hung up. He never called again.
          A few months pass again and I remember sleeping over at Erin's and talking about boys and telling her I wish I had a good boyfriend and that I missed kissing Kris. A week or so later when we get back to the school from an away volleyball game, Erin and I managed to convince my parents to let me watch a little bit of the football game that was going on even though I was supposed to be grounded. Good thing too because walking in I walked right past him until Erin stops me and says, "Isn't that Kris?" I turned around and there he was ready to say, "Hi." We started talking and before he had to go he said we should get together for burgers and a movie or something and I smiled and told him we should. (Later down the road he informed me that he was wearing his lucky bull riding shirt that night. Guess it paid off!) We shared another kiss on September 16, 2006 and have been together ever since.
Prom May 2007
         We've been battling distance for as long as I can remember. Aside from the little separations I just mentioned, Kris graduated high school and went off school 2 hours away. He came home every weekend to see me, but one. Those 5 days use to seem so long.
Labor Day 2007
       Then I went off college 3 hours away from home to play softball. It became even harder with my schedule. We were always on the road playing and those 5 days apart seemed like nothing when they turned into 24 days apart. That soon became a breeze when Kris joined the Marine Corps and left for boot camp just 1 week before I got out for summer break. Separated for 13 weeks with no communication aside from letters was the longest summer of my life. Family day was the best hello ever though. I remember being told you can get one hug then immediately go behind the bleachers off the parade deck. No kissing, no holding hands, no public display of affection. We spent the afternoon starring at each other and sneaking in hugs while inside the PX. Then when it was time for him to go for the night he hugged me and his family goodbye. He came back to hug me another time and told me to kiss him as he pulled me in and planted one on me. Basically he took my breath away.
Family Day at MCRD San Diego August 6, 2009
 After boot camp graduation Kris got to come home for eighteen days and that last day home he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.
Moments before he proposed
Christmas 2009
 Twelve months later he came home and I met him on the other side of the aisle. It was the best day! We were so happy. In that moment we knew we finally wouldn't have to struggle with the distance we had all the prior years.


        Our first year of marriage was wonderful and brought us our precious daughter.We were able to spend so much more time together compared to the other years. We were happy. Then we were thrown another distance, the largest of them all....Deployment. Such a dreaded scary word that everyone hopes will just never happen. From the moment I found out he would deploy I put it in the back of my mind and ignored it like it wasn't reality. That day quickly crept up on me and was on of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

       It's been tough, I won't lie. I cry, I get mad, I have even screamed, but I am okay. I know it's just a tiny fraction of the big picture. We will get through this just like all other separations. Then the little things like a simple note with 24 yellow roses pick me up on the days I am sad and act as a reminder that everything is going to be just fine because with a love like this we can do anything. It's unbreakable. It's everything.  
He's everything.

-Meg

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Starting Off & Collecting My K's

Well, I am going to give this go. I am not exactly sure what I'll be posting on here, but I look at several blogs from both Family/Friends and others I don't know, so I decided to make one. I LOVE to write. Anytime I can get things out of my head and on to paper I get such a relieving sensation, silly I know! Now seems like such a perfect time to for a blog though. My dear husband, the love of my life, is deployed overseas. This is a perfect opportunity to pass the time because that homecoming seems soooo far off in the distance. I'm going to use this blog for everything, a little journal into my life I suppose. So I'll start with this... an explanation to the title of my blog.

It recently dawned on me that I am surrounded by the letter K. I suppose the first encounter with it was the day I was born when I met Kelli, one of my three sisters, the one who proceeds right before me in chronologically birth order. My next encounter I suppose is Kindergarten, the year my life changed and I attended school for the first time. Then for as long as I can remember my mother has called me her little Russian girl. My dark hair and big eyes were one reasoning, but mainly because anytime I say a word ending in the letter 'G' it seems to be followed by the 'K' sound. The famous example in my speech, the word wrong. To this day she even tells me it comes out "wrong-k." A creative personality characteristic, or maybe just a speech flaw? As I continued put all these K's in my life together I glanced up to a bookshelf in my parents living room and saw a picture of me mid-pitch from a high school softball game. To my surprise another 'K' formed in the shape of my body as I jump off the rubber making the pitch. In softball when you strike the batter out they mark a 'K' in the book. I also hold the record for most "K's" or strikeouts in a career at my high school. Another 'K' stumbled into my life in 2005. His name is Kris, or as I referred to him earlier, my dear husband. He says we met at age 8, but at that time stinky boys had cooties in my mind. I don't remember him until junior high when all I knew was he was the kid in the grade above me who ran hurdles in track. Our paths finally crossed in January 2005 my freshman to his sophomore. He has played a very significant role in my life ever since. Then final 'K' that strolled into my life is Keri, but often goes by the name Monster, Chub-Chub, KerBear, or Baby K. My precious daughter graced us with her presence in April 2011. I remember the night we went out for dinner after I told my husband the good news of we were having a baby like yesterday. Afterwards he informed me that when need to go the bookstore and when I asked, "Why?" he responded with, "To get a book of baby names." I remember smiling and following him in there. On the car ride home as I flipped through it I read different names aloud to him from the most common to the weirdest and marked our favorites. I remember a Carrie Underwood song came on the radio and I said, "What about Carrie?" We both liked the name, but agreed that's not how we would want to spell it. We both liked the spelling with a the letter 'K.' For my husband I'm sure it was because he is the letter 'K' but at the time I didn't really have a solid reason. I just liked the spelling with a 'K' for whatever reason. Now, I guess it's just because the Lord has blessed my life with a bunch of K's.

The Pitching 'K'


 -Meg