Jett Cortney Henrie

Jett Cortney Henrie was born Sunday, March 23. 2008 at 8:10 in the morning. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and measured 20 inches long.

Our Easter Suprise

Saturday night around 9:00 I started feeling some contractions. Brett was out raccoon hunting at the time and when he got home at midnight we decided to call his parents and have them come over to stay with Reed. We got to the hospital and I was having steady contractions every five minutes but they wanted to make sure I was in actual labor so I needed my cervix to thin out more than what it was before I got to the hospital. So for the next hour I walked the halls of the hospital while Brett slept on the couch. They didn't admit me into the hospital until 2:00 AM. Once I was admitted they started my antibiotics because I tested positive for the Group B Strep Bacteria. It's normally not a big deal, they just give the mom the medicine once she goes into labor and the baby will be fine. The doctor said 40% of pregnant women have the virus in their system and it comes and goes.

I got my epidural at 6:00 Sunday morning and my doctor came in to break my water at 6:30. At 7:30 they were getting my room set up for the actual delivery. After 2 pushes Jett Cortney Henrie arrived Easter morning at 8:10 weighing 7 pounds 4 ounces and 20 inches long.

When Jett came out he inhaled some fluid and you could hear it when he was breathing. The NICU doctor came in to assess his breathing and they decided to take him into intensive care to help him clear out his lungs. I only had one chance to hold him before they took him into the NICU. It was hard to see him go. The doctors came back and said that his breathing was improving but they wanted to start him on some antibiotics to treat the Group B Strep Bacteria. Apparently I was suppose to get 2 doses of the antibiotics before delivering Jett, but I only had time for one dose. It was just a precaution to give Jett the medicine because we didn't know if he was going to even contract the bacteria. The test results wouldn't come back for 24 hours to tell us if he got the bacteria. Needless to say, I was pretty emotional on Sunday waiting for my epidural to wear off so I could go see him in the NICU.

All the tests came back negative and after four long days in the hospital, Brett and I were finally able to take Jett home on Wednesday afternoon. It was so good to be home. The first night at home was a little rough, but we are getting the hang of things.

Jett really is a perfect baby (a lot easier than Reed was), and we have enjoyed every moment. Reed enjoys him a little too much. He is constantly wanting to hold Jett and help me change and burp him. It is one of the cutest things to watch. Reed insisted on holding Jett while he watched 40 minutes of Shrek the other day. Both boys seemed perfectly content.

Sorry it took me so long to post anything. I wanted to catch up on some much needed sleep first. I will try to post more often now, but we'll see how that works now that I'm a mother of two. I want to thank all my friends and family who have been helping us recover and adjust over the past week. We are very grateful for all the love and support.

We lost a fence, but saved our house!

This afternoon Brett, Reed, and I were just enjoying each other's company when we noticed our neighbor was burning the ditches behind our house. We didn't think anything of it until we noticed the amount of smoke coming from the fire had significantly increased over the period of 5 minutes. Brett decided he better go take a look at things behind our house and just make sure the farmer was aware of our yard and the vinal fence that goes around our property. Brett was outside for maybe a minute before he came running into the house to grab his boots and tell me the fire had spread into our backyard.

I ran out the back door and saw the flames coming towards my house after melting our vinal fence. The old farmer was apologizing about our fence and trying to put out the flames with two small buckets of water. Luckily my mom and dad stopped by to visit us so while Brett was grabbing our hose, my dad was working on the fire with a shovel. You should have seen it. My parents had just come from the temple and my dad was outside in his church clothes fighting fires. My mom took care of Reed while I called 911 to get the fire department to come over and save my house.

After the help of 3 fire trucks and many wonderful and concerned neighbors, we were able to put out the fire that had spread through the fields behind our house. We may have lost a fence, but atleast we still have a house. I'm just grateful we were home when all this happened. Our neighbor that was buring his fields is older and you could tell he was in shock during this whole event. I don't know if he would have called for help or just kept on trying to put out the fire with his 2 buckets.

And the battle continues...

So I decided today that I need a basement...or I guess you could say my marriage could use a basement. Let me explain. I already have quite the collection of dead animals inside of my house. I'm okay with the fact that my husband is a hunter. What I'm not okay with is how he thinks he needs to turn everything he shoots into a trophy and hang it proudly in our house. Isn't that what a garage it for? This morning Brett came home with a new "decoration" for our living room. I tried to politely tell him we had reached our "dead animals in the house" quota, but he continued to hang up the deer mount he just brought home. Of course Reed was thrilled and wanted to help Dad hang it up. All I have to say is I better move into a house with a basement before the next hunting season begins.
The deer mount is new today. I tried unsuccessfully to talk Brett out of hanging it up in the same room as the elk and the mountain lion. So if you come over to visit us in the near future, I am apologizing right now for any children these animals might scare. I'm just giving you a heads up.

36 Weeks and Counting...

Sorry I've been a little behind updating my posts. I love reading everyone else's so much I forget to work on my own. I am now officially 36 weeks along and I had another doctor's appointment today. The ultrasound says our little guy is measuring to be about 6 to 7 pounds and is head down ready to go. I'm dilated to a 3 and about 60% effaced. The doctor made it sound like things are going to happen sooner than later, but I just want him to stay in there as long as he can just to make sure he is big and healthy. Of course I have the usual back pains and I'm starting to waddle, but other than that I think things are going okay. I just pray my water doesn't break in front of 27 fourth graders.

Here are a couple of recent pictures including some from the baby shower my work threw for me. I was very fortunate to receive so many great gifts. It helps me get that much closer to being ready for the big day.

Reed's most current work of art - in the bathtub. He LOVES the crayons you can write on the bathtub with. Personally I think they teach bad habits because if Reed ever gets a hold of a "real" crayon unsupervised he is going to think it washes off walls like his bathtub crayons do. Hopefully that day never comes... By the way, our water really isn't this blue. It's from one of the fizzing/tinting tablets Crayola makes. If you couldn't tell, Reed thoroughly enjoys his baths.

Brett and I were able to go to a Jazz game last Saturday and sit in the box seats. I don't really care for basketball, but if I get to sit up there and get fed all night I'm alright going to every Jazz game. It was a lot of fun and we were fortunate to sit where we did. Thanks Parsons!