Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween from our little punkin'

P.S. Clara wanted me to tell everyone thank you soooo much for their kind and encouraging comments. They were greatly needed and's sure been a long five days and she is ready to meet everyone in person. She wishes that she could respond to each comment individually but she is just a little tired from the long journey into this world. :)

Pictures of Clara :)

Friday, October 30, 2009

Clara Grace Guderian

Born at 2:53 am
7 lba 10z
Healthy and happy!

I promise to have pictures up shortly!

please feel free to stop by this weekend (sat & sunday) Clara is anxious to meet everyone:)

Thursday, October 29, 2009


Waterfalls are beautiful, but this is a different type of waterfall. To sumise, Dr. Stone came in and broke Amber's water at about 5:45 tonight and we have a baby on the way shortly. Unless I really get into this blogging stuff, the next post should be from a happy, beautiful, and relieved mother!!!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Day 1

No Baby yet...and Amber's been laboring since 8 this morning. She's been very strong this whole day...and no pain meds yet. However, we'll have to see what day 2 brings.

I'll keep you posted. Dave

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's on like donkey kong!!

Who: Little Squishy
What: Baby
When: 8:00 A.M.
Where: Overland Park Medical Center
Why: Induction Time!!!

Stay tuned...:)

P.S. I'll make sure to have Dave post once she's arrived, and an approximate time that visitors are welcome. :)

Monday, October 26, 2009

Angels Among Us

It's my mom's birthday today...she is going to be 33..hehe...saved you there mom. ;) I know that typically you use a birthday to celebrate a birth but I feel that in her case I want to celebrate the fact that she's still alive. I know this sounds a little morbid but I am saying it from an enourmously grateful heart. She truly had a near death experience about 20 years ago and I wanted to take this opportunity to share with you the reason I believe in angels (in addition to the fact that God says they are real).

Anyone who meets my mom remembers her; she's truly unique in a way I can't describe.:) People will ask her why and she will simply say "It's because a horse stepped on my head." Now this may sound like a joke, but she's being serious. A horse really did step on her head and it's completely changed the course of her life....and this is her story....

My mom grew up in a family with a passion for horses. Her entire childhood revolved around equestrian events. One Sunday afternoon she decided to head over to her parent's house and take one of their younger horses out for a ride. Me and my sister were at home with my dad and so she figured a quick ride wouldn't hurt and she would be home in time for supper. The main difference between this Sunday and any other Sunday was the fact that it was hunting season and when you live in the country those shots from the hunters will echo for miles and miles.

My mom was just about to climb into the saddle when a shot rang out. An older more experienced horse may not have even flinched but this young filly was not accustomed to the sounds...and she was terrified. She reared up on her hind legs and came down directly on the side of my mom's skull. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

My mom doesn't remember feeling pain...she hardly remembers the impact...but what she does remember reminds me everyday that we are being protected; God does send angels to our rescue. She remembers the feeling of floating, as though two people were holding up her arms carrying her away from the horse and another holding her legs off the ground. The next thing she knows is that she is being propped against a large bale nearly 10 yards away from where the horse had landed on her. She knew she couldn't walk; she couldn't even feel her body. However, by being positioned in that spot it enabled her to be safe from the filly. Who knows how long she would have laid there had she not been carried away, not to mention that the filly may have continued to step on her due to her continued fear as the gun shots continued ringing through the hills.

She was rushed to the emergency room barely coherent the entire ride and immediately sent into surgery. The doctors found that her skull had literally been embedded into her brain cutting through a major artery. However, what they couldn't understand is that it appeared this artery had been healed. There was no need for them to repair it because it stopped bleeding on it's own. They said it was as if someone had repaired it already...and I have a pretty good idea who that "someone" was! :) Had this not been repaired they said she would never have made it to the hospital in time because she was 50 minutes away and she would have bled to death.

The road to recovery however was not easy for her. When she was finished with surgery she found she could barely speak. She also had lost the capacity of her short term memory. It took her over a year to "learn" to talk again. It was if she had to start from scratch. And her memory unfortunately has never fully returned. 20 years later and it is still difficult for her to remember something someone told her 15 seconds ago.

I know at times she gets frustrated with her memory and wonders..."Why did that happen to me?" "What good could possibly have come out of this?" But then she can remind herself that because of this, it became difficult for her to work...she could do it but it just takes lots of additional time because in order for her to remember the tasks she has to see them done enough so that they are moved into her long term memory. So, this situation led to her instead becoming involved in mission trips. Because of this terrible accident, she has smuggled bibles into China, traveled numerous times to Romania, been to Africa, Turkey, Afghanistan & Iraq...and these are the times she truly feels alive. Helping people in other countries is her passion and all it took was a frightened filly, a few angels and a God to "oversee" the operation. :)

So next time you miss hitting a car by a few inches or avoid an accident by what seems like a miracle...maybe it's even recovering from a sickness that seemed impossible to recover from; just remember to maybe tell your angels thank you...I'm sure they would appreciate the "shout out" every now and then. :)

And last but not least....Happy Birthday Mom!! :)

Psalm 91:11 "For He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

The Last Supper

Okay, technically it's not the "last" supper, but me and Dave realized it probably is the last Saturday supper ever with just us two. So we headed over to my fave bar & grill restaurant. I just wanted to share with you what I ate on this special occasion because I was quite impressed with myself! :) I actually started by ordering their steak salad but Dave said he wasn't ready yet so the waitress said she'd come back in a few minutes. the time the waitress came back I realized...wait...after this weekend I can never eat what I want again so here it

I ordered:

Mozzarella sticks (for an appetizer)
Salad drenched in Ranch dressing (for a starter)
Chicken Fried Steak (For my meal)
Mashed potatoes smothered in gravy (for a side)
Green Bean Casserole (for a side)
Peanut Butter Creme Cake with Reeses, chocolate syrup and whipped creme (for desert)

And I ate it ALL! :)

I thought I would also share this picture with you...I can now officially rest all food on my belly and this was me with my desert!

Squishy should be so proud of her mom! :)

Friday, October 23, 2009

The Showdown

I'm sure it's not a surprise that I'm a bit bored at home. However, today it hit me that puppies must get bored as well. I figured this out because of something I witnessed. I'm not sure you can really appreciate this post unless you have dogs of your own but it deffinitely helped cure my boredom for about 17 mintues. :)

Here's how it started:

I was "busily" working on the computer downloading music for when I'm in the hospital and noticed my doggies were locked in a "staredown." The object they wanted: A chewed up piece of a jayhawk football Dave won at Worlds of Fun last year...I mean...who wouldn't want to fight for that. :)

Both parties actively engaged in the staredown

At some point Solomon went for the grab and won...or so I thought! :)

Fluffy at this point looked as though she had given up

However, next thing I know, all I see is a tail under their puppy bed and a frustrated Solomon!
And I bet you can guess what I found under the bed...Fluffy...the victorious! :)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Pickle I'm In

I had my doctor's appt today to schedule my induction next week. Drumroll Please..... :).......Dr. Stone decided on Wednesday Morning!

Wait...well...hold on...

She changed her mind and decided to check to see if she could possibly even induce me tonight if "conditions" were right.

Even better right? Wrong....that changed everything.

Nothing was ready to all. :( Which concerned her because all along she has been confused that this hadn't happened naturally already. My water has continued to increase around little squishy and now my placenta is showing signs of increased stress. I guess that they can measure the blood pressure of the umbilical cord within the placenta and mine has continued to rise. She said she wasn't going to worry...yet.

However, she said she cannot induce labor unless things change and we're running out of time.

We are going to see how everything looks next Tuesday and if nothing has changed the situation gets more tricky. It might be "C-Section city" for me. I'm going to pray with every ounce of my heart that it doesn't come to that, but Dr. Stone said we may not have a choice.

After seeing her ultrasound pictures from today, I think I have a good idea what the problem is. Little squishy is smiling in 90% of them; she just really likes it in yes, we're in a pickle...but it's a "pickle" I just can't get mad at! :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Get Out Get Out Get Out!

I wrote a song today...It's called GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME! The lyrics pretty much consist of that phrase over and over.'s not one of the best songs I've ever written but I am hoping if I sing it to little squishy enough she will take a hint! :)

I have learned a valuable lesson though. If I ever decide to be preggo again I will not let my doctor convince me to be ready "early." I will just expect to be two weeks overdue and then have to be induced. I don't care if I am 100% effaced and 8 cm at my doctors appointments. I will not be convinced that I'm in labor until I see her!!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Lollipop's & Roses

That was the name of the "theme" we decided on for little squishy's room. It was a little odd however because there are no lollipops anywhere on anything, but the bedding was made in China so maybe the designer was not completely fluent in English? Who knows? :)

Anyways, we finally finished decorating this week. However, these pictures were a little tricky to take because we have her name up on one of the walls and that needs to remain a surprise! Also, her windows look so "sad" because the curtains that went with the nursery set won't be in until January. And, I was going to try and make curtains like some girls do but I figured...who am I kidding.... So, for the time being they will just have to be curtainless.

Her little crib

Rocking Chair

Changing Table - I know...very exciting. :)lol

View from the Hall

Also, I had my doctor's appt again today and we are T-14 days "max" away from our little girl being here. My doctor keeps assuring me she doesn't think we will have to wait much longer, but I'm not holding my breath anymore...because I've been hearing that the past 4 weeks. So, I'm just starting a countdown to the 31st...because that's the absolute longest I can go. :)

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Full Term - Whooooppeeee!

90% Water + 10% Baby = Me :)
(At least that's what it feels like!)

I reached 37 weeks this past Sunday. That is honestly the biggest sigh of relief...but it has also led to some looonng conversations with squishy about this. I have explained to her that she's tried to escape early several times which led to an overly nervous mom & dad...but now that she's in the clear she seems content. I can already tell she's going to be a stinker. :)

I guess I wouldn't blame her...she probably knows she won't have her own personal swimming pool once she's on the outside. And about that swimming continues to grow...I actually think it's leaking into my other extremeties. My face has developed what could only be described as a triple chin and my fingers and toes are so chubby they fall asleep if I have any pressure on them at all. And that sweatshirt...I pretty much wear it 24/7 even though it has a nice little bleach spot right in the middle. My sister has been kind enough to simply say I'm 1_7 'lbs of "hotness." :)

Lastly, I thought I'd clear one thing up...when I mentioned a "close call" in my previous post I didn't mean a scary was actually a totally embarassing moment! And I wasn't going to post this, but I figured after people thought I was in trouble that I should clarify what I meant. So, here is what happened. At about 4:00 last Friday I felt a deffinite trickle and started to freak out because the last thing I wanted was for my water to break in front of everyone I work with. So...I quickly grabbed my purse and told my manager I needed to go, followed by "Do you need to know why?" His response: "No Way!" As I'm heading out a couple of the guys offerered to take me to the hospital which was really nice, but I thought that would just be even more embarassing. So, I jump in my car and quickly call Dave. While I'm rushing through the list of everything he needs to grab I continue to feel that it was quickly becoming more than a trickle. In the middle of my list, I remember Dave saying "Oh my gosh..I need to put my pants on!" Which looking back now is really confusing and I just realized I never clarified what he meant by that...but anyways...he was probably in the middle of changing out of his work clothes...moving on... :) I get home and run up the stairs and start changing into my "hospital outfit" when I realized the water had stopped. So then I got confused because I knew that with Polyhydramnios the water just keeps coming so I checked. Oh yes...that's water hadn't broke; little squishy just apparently decided to jump on a certain part of me that is repsonsible for holding something else in. Yes, I tinkled in my that everyone is why I am now waiting this thing out...from home. :)

Monday, October 12, 2009

Thank you...

I started my maternity leave today. I had a close call on Friday and realized I should probably just stay home until she gets here.

I'm warm in my reindeer Jammie's and pink fuzzy slippers. I have tons of breakfast options to choose from and so I decided to make my breakfast and read my email. And then I saw an email that brought me to tears...and completely humbled me.

My good friend had to say goodbye to her husband this past week. Not for a day, or a week, or a month...but for a year. She wasn't saying goodbye to him because he was leaving for a business trip, or a long vacation but he was going to fight. To fight for me...for my family...for the freedom I have to write this post... and for his country. To fight for every single other person who is sitting at their computer reading this.

He probably won't be wearing warm pajamas for a long time. He probably doesn't have alot of options to choose from for breakfast today and he left behind everyone he loves so I can be safely home with everyone I love.

I don't care if you are an Obama supporter, or if you hated Bush. It doesn't matter who you agree with or disagree with because it doesn't change this fact: It doesn't change the fact that my friend's husband is on his way right protect us along with thousands of other brave men and women. Because we do have enemies. We have countries who would love to see the United States fall to its knees...again.

My friend is strong. She is stronger than I am; she will be raising their beautiful one year old daughter by herself this year. I am so proud of her because she's letting him go with open arms because he is a man. God puts it in men's hearts to be warriors. And he is going to fight for us; for our freedom; for our country. It didn't really hit home in my heart until I saw her email today. It's not just the soldiers who are brave; but the families they leave behind as well.

Thank you Jordan and thank you Ashley. Words cannot express my gratitude....

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Happy News, Haircuts & Huskers!

I am so excited to say that little baby squishy looks to be healthy as a horse! We had a very extensive ultrasound done on all her major organs this afternoon. Each organ is given 2 points with a total of 10 points possible. If she came in 6 or under they were going to induce me tonight. However, she got a full 10 within the first 5 minutes! I then had a simple non-stress test done to make sure her heart rate stayed consistent. And, again she did amazing! I got so many happy tears...that was just such a huge relief after the news we heard last week.

The only negative part was that we learned I am still contiuing to create too much amniotic fluid. It was up about 1 cm when it typically begins to decrease after the 34th week. So, they are just going to continue to monitor that...with me accepting the fact that I can literally "pop" at any moment. However, on Sunday little squishy will officially be considered"full term" from my original due date of the 31st, but it is still most likely that this party will get started sometime next week. The due dates, etc are all really confusing to me and I don't really understand it all but I don't even care now that I know she's a healthy little sugarbear! :)

And now onto news about our other "daughter." Miss Fluffy got a haricut today after daycare and she wanted me to share this picture with everyone. She is also sporting her husker jersey from Dave. Its been intense around the house tonight though...that's for sure! (I'm not sure who all watched the game, but we're at half time right now and it's not looking too positive for the Huskers).

Meanwhile, our other son was completely unconcerned about the Huskers and just wanted to torture little squishy 2. (I'm afraid I gave up all attempts to rescue little squishy 2 a while ago because he just always managed to find him...I guess that's the problem with having a 140lb dog that stands about 4 ft tall). So, to conclude....GOOOOO HUSKERS!!!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

What's in a name?

I'm afraid I won't be disclosing little squishy's name on this post, but I did want to let you all know what I will not be naming her. :)

I received an email from my mom yesterday. Her emails have been quite entertaining these past 9 months so I'm never quite sure what to expect. 50% of them stop mid-sentence because she will press send before she's done. About 20% of them start on the last paragraph, because she's backspaced too far and doesn't realize it before she sends it. About 20% will look like this: 'gpo sifpo dskd lf;wo' because she hasn't realized that she is one letter off while she's typing and writes it really quickly. (However these typically only happen when she's at work). But 10% are just fine, and I'm so glad this email happened to be one of those because it truly made me laugh.

The topic: Baby Squishy's name

"Hey Honey! I just spoke with a women on the phone. Her name was Greer. Greer Guderian? That has a pretty neat ring to it.Just thought I'd let you know."

(And then I fell off my chair)

I love you mom, but nope...that name actually hurts my ears. However, you know I always appreciate suggestions. :)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

I'm building a baby...and a swimming pool

My Doctor told me today that I have Polyhydramnios.

My thought? Poly-hydra-comeagain?

She could have said I had "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" and it wouldn't have mattered because I don't know what either of those mean. (but at least the second thing comes with a cool song).

Basically, little squishy is in fact little, but I am creating a large area for her to swim in. So, for the last 6 weeks when we just suspected she was getting really big, she actually was not; she was just having a nice time in my ever growing swimming pool.

It scared me...and it broke my heart. 1) Because with this diagnosis come some difficult side effects for her. 2) Because I can't fix it. I can't change anything for her...I can't protect her. I just have to wait. And waiting is difficult when you want to protect that little life that you've loved so dearly for the past 8 months.

They may induce me next Thursday if conditions haven't chaged. However, they may not. My doctor said you take this diagnosis one week at a time. I would rather take this diagnosis and throw it off the Grand Canyon.

However, as a great friend put it..."Really Amber what you have here is a Michaela Phelps. You're building an amazing little olympic swimmer!"

And so I will no longer think of this as a problem...but as a really great opportunity to see the Olympics live someday.

And here is my little swimmer....

P.S. My little swimmer has some very chubby cheeks :)
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