Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Mexico -- The Land of Enchantment ... Almost

I would like to let everyone know about New Mexico. Not to be confused with New Jersey, New Haven or New Flavor Crusted Hot Pockets.

I recently had the honor of driving through New Mexico and was rather impressed with most of the state. In Shiprock there is a place called Thatsaburger.That's right, someone had the stones to come right out and latch onto the coat tails of Whataburger. The only way to make it better would be to open up an O'donalds right next door.

Albuquerque is nice especially because you can arrange some of the letters and spell out Kobe Bryant is queer. As long as you use the original Native American spelling Albuquequekoebryntis. (Sorry if I offended any Lakers fans, but if there are any Lakers fans reading this, congratulations on overcoming illiteracy, not too many Lakers fans have.)

Obviously New Mexico has Roswell. Or is it obvious? And where are the first fifty areas anyway?

But unfortunately there is a rather large cockroach in this otherwise delicious sundae. That cockroach is Gallup. It is a city of pure evil. If for no other reason that when I was stopped at a red light I noticed the flashing red hand warning any pedestrians in the area that the light would soon change. Accompanying this flashing five digits and palm were numbers descending in sequential order. I was happy to see such technology in a dismal looking place and counted down as it went to zero. the numbers stopped and I looked at the light in anticipation of cross traffic getting the yellow to red, and in doing so, offering me a green light.

Unfortunately that is not how the story goes. In fact, the light did not turn yellow as the countdown terminated. I waited several seconds and then several more until the light finally changed.

What kind of world do we live in? If you go to see a shuttle launch and count down from the T minus 10 what is supposed to happen when you get to zero? Blastoff!!! Not some sort of lackadaisical, I'll take off when I'm good and ready.

New Mexico you are a jewel of the west, please do something about Gallup. Thank you.

Tidbits From Travel:

-All the signs I saw in Colorado were actually shaped like the state.

+Every time I saw a sign that read "Pass With Care" I was three quarters tempted to pass some one just so I could wave and mouth "I love you."

*The signs that caution "Lights on for Safety" should be set on a timer so that after dark it can say something like:
Lights on...
to not be stupid.
so you can read this sign.
because that is what they're for.

=I think that when you prove your GPS wrong or find a shortcut that it didn't know about, the GPS should respond in one of four ways:
A. It should apologize
B. Should say something like, "You cheeky monkey. Don't you have some tricks up your sleeves now?"
C. It should compliment you on your superior navigational skills
D. It should throw a tantrum. Cuss at you, and then say, "If you think you're so great at getting around why don't you do it by yourself," and then turn itself off.

Really anything is better than hearing "recalculating" a billion times.
And my wife said she doesn't like it when I close my blog posts abruptly, but I'm lazy.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Christmas Letter 2009

We attempted to e-mail our Christmas letter out this year...but it has come to my attention that 1. Some people weren't able to open the format we had it in and 2. I don't have as many e-mail addresses as I had originally thought.  SO...here is our Christmas letter for 2009.



Dear Friends and Family -


As we approach another Christmas season I can’t help but be shocked that we made it through the year! With moving, becoming pregnant, boot camp, being separated for almost 5 months, moving again - this time out of state, military training, and having a new baby, we are just glad to be alive.

Marty -  Marty survived boot camp and is very proud to be an American Soldier in the Army. Even though boot camp was very difficult, he was happy to come away as a more svelte version of himself and with the same sense of humor and sarcasm that we all know and love.  Yes, I was worried they might beat the fun out of him.  He is currently in training to become a Biomedical Equipment Technician - BMET - and is set to graduate in the summer of 2010.  He is a genius (in his own words) and has scored 100% on nearly all of his tests and assignments.  It must be difficult having to be so smart.  He is doing a great job of balancing spending all day with soldiers and all evening with princesses…poor guy, what a balancing act that must be!  We are SO proud of how hard he is working and so grateful for all he has sacrificed to take care of our little family.

Camille -  I am just happy to have this year behind us.  I am currently serving as the Relief Society pianist in our little ward here in Texas - shocking, I know - and am trying to branch out of my comfort zone to make friends.  I have never been more than 9 miles from home, so being 1,300 miles away is proving to be a big adjustment.  I am trying to see the positive in it, like the warmer weather, and…..um….that’s about all I’ve got for now, but I will work on that list.  I am trying to figure out how to be a military wife and learn all there is to know about military living.  It has been a MAJOR learning curve and I’m just hoping things will begin to make more sense soon. 

Brielle (4 ½) - Brielle is our little princess and doesn’t let us forget it.  She loves to sing and dance and just had her first dance recital while living here.  She is a little performer and loves to be up on stage showing off her skills. She was in her first primary program this year - one week after we moved to the new ward!  Even though she didn’t know anybody and didn’t know what was going on, she walked right up to the microphone, said her part memorized, flashed a big smile and sat down.  She is too smart for her own good and rather than be worried about the threat of a time out will ask ,“how long of a time out?” because she wants to know if it’s worth the crime or not.  She is always quick to make us smile or laugh and rarely is unhappy.


Claire (2 ½) -  Claire is our spunky little girl.  She is full of life and energy and is always going a million miles an hour.  She spends her days in her imaginative world being anything from a baby donkey to bat girl and is always able to entertain herself.  Although she is spunky she is also slower to warm up to new situations.  Luckily all the change we’ve had this year hasn’t seemed to be too much for her and she has FINALLY started going to nursery without a fight!  With a very competitive older sister we are happy that she is a great loser.  It makes us laugh when we hear Brielle yell “Yeah, I WON!” and Claire yells with as much enthusiasm, “Yeah, I LOST!”  She is dynamite in a little tiny package.

Addison (3 weeks) - Addison Belle joined our family on Monday, November 30th at 8:02 a.m. weighing in at 7 lb. 3 oz. and 21 inches long.  She is a wonderful, sweet baby and couldn’t be any more content with life.  Somehow she manages to take all the “love” her two older sisters give her without complaining about it.


We feel the Lord’s hand in our lives and are grateful for this time of year to reflect on his life. We love you all and wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!


Love -

The Davis Family

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The LONG road to Utah

Soon we will be heading off to Utah...for Christmas.  Can you say PARTAY?!?!  (Yes, there is supposed to be an A in there...it makes it a more serious version of party...just in case you were wondering.)




I can't WAIT to see these mountains...and some snow!

The 1,300 mile journey - EACH way - is a bit daunting and will be a long one indeed.  One that people tend to be struck dumb when we tell them we are driving rather than flying.  Considering the $3,000 difference in gas vs. flying a family of 5 at this time of year, it just makes more financial sense.  Ask me when we return if it was emotionally and mentally worth it however and you'll most likely get a "HECK NO!"  But I am trying to remain optimistic at this point.

Anyway, to make matters worse, we are considering doing the unthinkable and knocking the whole thing out at once and driving through the night rather than splitting it up.  I've heard from many people that stopping for the night on such a long road trip makes it even more painful for small children...especially when said small children could be hopped up on Benadryl and sleep through a good portion of it.  I'm just saying.

As if this whole journey wasn't stressful enough (I'm just assuming it will be) this week has been a major test of my strength, desire and will to be in Utah.

First off - both my older girls are quite sick.  I think it's most likely croup, because they usually get it once or twice a year.  Croup FREAKS me out now that we have Addison and I'm taking all the precautions I can to keep the older ones away from her...which is proving to be very difficult.  Normally when they get croup I treat them with the regular humidifier, steamy bathroom, cold air, maybe some Motrin type things at home, because I'm not a huge fan of over-medicating.  However with the baby here and with the trip fast approaching I will be taking them to the pediatrician tomorrow and I will beg and plead for them to give me something to help the kids get better.  Being sick for Christmas is NOT an option!

Next - at Addison's 2 week checkup yesterday we were informed that her numbers were high for jaundice.  This would have not been such a surprise if they had checked her at the hospital or mentioned it at ALL before then.  My frustrations with he hospital will remain in my mind for now however.  Addison - of course - has to be checked again tomorrow...love that. To add to this particular stress as well was the pediatrician's possible reasons for the elevated numbers.  You know, small things like "her blood could be incompatible with your blood" and "she could have an immature liver".  Really I just want the test done and tell me if it's getting better or not.  But now suddenly I'm worried about blood transfusions and liver transplants!  A little on the dramatic side, yes, but I'm 2 1/2 weeks postpartum...what do you expect?!

And finally yesterday while showering (this might be a little too much information for some) I was checking my incision - as I try to normally do.  I saw a spot on it that looked rather dark and wondered if it was just a bruise or something, and was hoping it wasn't some sort of infection or something more serious.  Upon closer inspection I realized it was a staple!  You see...if you'll refer to my previous post (the non-crying parts) that my nurse removed my staples before I left the hospital.  So imagine my surprise to have a staple there looking back at me, taunting me.

After conversing with my personal go to doctor (a.k.a. sister-in-law Sara who I'm sure is SO sick of all my stupid medical questions) I felt that it would be okay to tug on the staple to see if it would just pop off.  I tried...I tried some more.  It wasn't coming loose however and was starting to cause some pain.  So today I called the doctor (a.k.a. my OB that delivered the baby and therefore is responsible for said staple...not that I'm upset, that was just a matter of fact statement) to ask their advice. 

I went in...because that's what they advised...and the nurse had to use TWO different tools to get the staple out.  It was somehow twisted funny and wouldn't just come out without a fight.  It hurt.  She was very surprised that it was an entire staple and wondered how an entire staple got overlooked.  I was pretty sure it was because part of the skin on my incision had swollen a little after the surgery and when my nurse took out the staples at the hospital that one was probably hidden under some swollen skin.  Anyway, I am now free of foreign objects...that I know of...and feel a little more okay about leaving for Utah.  On the down side, however, my incision that has been relatively pain free since leaving the hospital is now tender again.  Oh, that and my doctor told me to be really careful on my road trip and to get out and move a lot because I'm "still susceptible to blood clots" for a while.  Nice.

This road to Utah is becoming longer by the second...


But - by golly - I WILL be in Utah for Christmas!! 

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Christmas Wishes

As this Christmas season approaches I have an unusual amount of gratitude for all I have.  While there are many "things" I would LIKE to have or things that I wish we had more of, I can't help but be overwhelmed with gratitude for the important things I do have.  Family, love, religion, health, etc.  Call it hormones if you must, but I am much more tender - emotionally - this year as the holiday is quickly arriving.

While I was in the hospital after having Addison I had a WONDERFUL nurse the last day.  She was young (26) and SO attentive and great.  None of my other nurses went so out of their way to make sure I was comfortable.  She offered to hand me my baby so I didn't have to move, prop up my pillows so I could be more comfortable, get me more ice water, bring me a soda or some snacks and other things that hadn't been offered the other 3 days I had been there.

As I was getting ready to be discharged she came in and began removing the staples from my incision.  As awkward as the moment could have been...or perhaps should have been...I found myself having a conversation with this nurse that I never expected.  One that I am sure I will never forget.

It started out innocently, discussing where we were from, telling her we were military, me asking if they were military (since she said was from out of state as well) and other small things.  Then the conversation took an unexpected turn as my sweet nurse got choked up and told me her story. 

In October, 2008, her and her husband of 5 years moved here for military training.  They had been here a total of 17 days, knew nobody and were still getting settled in when her husband was killed in a terrible hit and run accident while he was riding his bike.  She went on to tell me that for 20 minutes he lay on the side of the road, left for dead, before somebody noticed him.  She spent two days lying in bed with him at the hospital while machines kept him alive before she could go through with his wishes of not keeping him on life support.  They had been together since they were 16.  She knew nobody else, she had the love of her life.  The life they had dreamed of was just getting started when it was ripped from her arms. 

She spent the next few months in a fog, saying a lot of the time she would just lay on the floor at her apartment curled up in a ball because the pain was too much.  I cried with her as she talked about losing her one true love and thinking there was no way she could ever love like that again.  She said she is doing her best to continue living, that she hasn't picked up the pieces yet and has just mastered the art of faking it and putting up a front.  She told me that if it weren't for her job - which she loves - she doesn't know where she would be. 

The conversation continued as she said that she finally got to the point where she asked herself what her husband would want her to do.  She knew it would be to fulfill her dreams and live a happy life, so she is currently getting ready to begin medical school so she can be a doctor.  I just wanted to hug her but as the conversation came to an end she apologized for being inappropriate and left the room.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about her and wishing there was more I could have said or done.  But I think - or hope - having someone to talk to and listen to her was what she needed at the time.

The point is that this world is a very hard one at times and that people go through unimaginable things.  Sometimes I feel bad and have "poor me" moments when I think my trials are too great to handle.  But then I take a step back and think about the blessings I have.  All I have to do is look at the people in my little home and I am instantly filled with God's love.




So this Christmas season I am going to focus less on what the world would have me focus on and I will focus my attention on what He would have me focus on.  I will hug my children a little tighter, tell my husband I love him a little more, serve the people around me and open my heart to God.


I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas...and remember to be grateful for all that God has given us.