Here is what I remember about Joshua’s first week home.

The first week Joshua was home was incredibly interesting. We had no idea how to care for a newborn! It was a steep learning curve. Thank goodness he was pretty easy for the most part. He slept all the time! I was doing my best to breast feed him, but late Sunday night he kept crying because he was hungry. I tried and tried to feed him, but he kept getting really frustrated. My mom convinced me that he needed some formula because he was hungry. I was so scared to give him a bottle because of all the talk about nipple confusion. I sat down at the table and almost cried as my mom made him a bottle with about an ounce of formula. Joshua calmed down immediately, drank almost the whole ounce, and promptly fell asleep! I had mixed feelings about this. I obviously did not want him to starve, but I really didn’t want him to refuse me later. Later that night when I was up at some hour of the morning he was hungry again and obviously had not received enough from me. So I gave in and made him a bottle. Once again, he calmed down and went back to sleep after he had eaten enough. I did this several more times and hated it each time, but knew that I was doing what was right for him. He definitely needed more than I could give him and that killed me! I felt so awful. Like I wasn’t a good mother because I couldn’t produce enough milk for him.

Monday was a pretty busy day. We actually took him out and about for the first time. Joshua had to have an ultrasound done, so we had to go to Tacoma to the Group Health building. I was nervous about taking him out and dealing with him in public since I was still figuring it out at home. It went fine though. He slept the whole drive there and while we were waiting. He woke up when we went into the back because we had to take off all his clothes. He cried little pitiful cries during the ultrasound because he was cold. That was hard. I don’t like hearing him cry like that. When he was done we clothed him and I fed him a little until he fell back asleep. I have to say that it is very nice that they sleep so much the first little while because you need time to figure parenting all out!

Before we left for the ultrasound, I received a phone call about my lactation appointment for Friday. She needed to change the time. While I was on the phone with her, she asked how things were going and I mentioned the issues we were having. She decided it was important for me to come in ASAP instead of waiting for Friday. I was kind of emotional while talking to her because I knew it was important for my son’s health that we saw her soon, but each time she said she had free we were not because of Joshua’s ultrasound and then his Dr appt the next morning. Finally she told me she would call back in a few minutes. She ended up changing one of her other appointments so that I could come in Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday morning we had his first Dr appointment with his pediatrician. We found out that he had lost 10 oz in the 3 days since he was born. That is a little more than they would like to see babies lose, so they talked to me about different things I needed to do. They ordered me a breast pump that came the next day. It was all covered by insurance since Joshua still couldn’t nurse without a nipple shield and was obviously losing weight.

I was so nervous about meeting with the lactation specialist because of giving Joshua the bottle. I realize now that it was stupid to feel that way. I needed to do what I felt was best for my child. This is a lesson I think I am going to have to continue learning as so many people try to give you advice on the best way to take care of an infant.

She immediately made me feel better by saying that of course I should give him a bottle. He obviously lost weight since birth. He was so skinny!! There was no meat on his bones at all. Anyway, she told me just how much he should be eating and how often. She was very pleased that I was receiving a breast pump. She told me that would help with making sure my milk supply came in. We were told that he needed to eat every 3-4 hours even if we had to wake him up to do it. I was to feed him on both sides and then offer him a bottle. We needed to document how long he ate at the breast, how many oz he ate from a bottle, and how many messy/wet diapers. After he finished eating, I had to pump for 15 minutes. The next time he ate, I was to give him anything I pumped and then the rest would be formula. For several days, the majority of the food he ate was formula. I did start producing more milk, but Joshua was not always tolerant of eating from the breast so he drank it from a bottle. He would get too frustrated. It started to turn around when I was producing enough milk for Joshua to just eat from me. The incessant pumping really got that process going for me. It seemed to take forever, but I did get him off formula. By my next appointment that Friday, Joshua was mostly eating breast milk. I was so happy! And he was starting to do better at the breast. Of course, with my luck I only had two days of that!

Finally got this done. It will be long and detailed, but really it is so I can remember what I want!

We called Friday morning, (March 4th) at 6 AM to see when we should arrive at the hospital. The nurse said that we could come in anytime and suggested 7 AM. So we got out of bed and started to prepare to go. It took awhile, I thought I was all prepared, but turns out I wasn’t. Brett certainly was not prepared so he delayed our departure slightly. We arrived at the hospital around 7:30 and had to wait to check in. We finally made it up to the 14th floor around 8. My mom and Vicki came with us to the hospital and spent most of the day with us.

My nurse put me on the monitors as soon as we arrived since I needed an hour of monitoring before she could give me the Cytotec. After an hour, we were waiting to receive the first dose when we found out that our informed consent papers were missing. Our nurse was calling around trying to find them when she decided that we should just sign them again. So the on call midwife stopped by and we signed the papers. I was finally given the first dose around 9:30. At this point, I was starving! I had eaten a light breakfast around 6:30 and had nothing since then. I couldn’t eat anything until an hour after the first dose, so when 10:30 came around, I was definitely ready. I still had to follow my diet and check my blood sugar although the nurse did that for me. I didn’t have to keep track of it anymore, which was kind of nice. After eating, the nurse suggested that we start walking around to try to start labor, so Vicki and mom took off to go eat while Brett and I did just that. It was a little weird at first, to be walking around in a hospital gown with no bra or underwear on. I felt very exposed even though I was completely covered. After about an hour, we returned to the room and I was put back on the monitors for an hour to see how everything was progressing.

Around noon I started to have contractions about 10 minutes apart. The nurse gave me my second dose of Cytotec around 12:30. I had to be on the monitor for an hour and then I could eat again. There was a lot of time in between meals and that was pretty difficult for me since before this I ate every 2-3 hours without fail. After the hour of monitoring, Brett and I went off to wander the halls again. The contractions were coming more regularly and they didn’t hurt too badly. I was thinking at this point that I could do this without an epidural. Oh how wrong I was!

I had definitely started labor, so it was decided that I did not need a third dose of the medicine. My contractions were about 3-4 minutes apart and were getting more intense. I was starting to have a hard time concentrating during the contractions. All the breathing techniques went out the window for me. Brett tried very hard to make me look at him and breathe and I just couldn’t do it very well. Vicki was a huge help in telling me when the contractions peaked and then when each one was going down. She was on the side of the bed with the monitor so it was easiest for her to help with that. Around 4 or 5, the nurse checked my cervix and I was at a 3, almost a 4 when I had a contraction. I was disappointed to hear that, I really wanted to be further along! She seemed pleased with it; I was apparently progressing quite nicely.

The contractions started coming so closely together and were so painful around 5 or 6. When I was done with my next hour of monitoring, I hopped in the Jacuzzi tub and that helped a little, but not much. I was still in excruciating pain. Around this time, my day nurse went home and I had a new one assigned to me. Molly was excellent! I absolutely loved her. I had to be on antibiotics because I tested positive for Strep B, so she put my IV in while I was in the bathtub. (A side note: It is amazing how much you just don’t care about modesty when you are in labor. I absolutely did not care that I was completely naked in the tub when I met my new nurse!) One of my first questions for her was when can I have an epidural. She explained that I could have it when I was dilated to a 4 and that she would work on getting that going for me. I got out of the tub and back in bed. Poor Brett, I was in so much pain and he was trying so hard to help, but there was nothing he could do to help me. It was definitely around this time that I was saying the usual; I am not doing this again, Joshua will be an only child, I can’t do this, make the pain stop, etc. Molly came in around 7 and said that Dr Greene had Okayed an epidural at this point so she was just waiting for the anesthesiologist to come out of surgery. She prepared everything for him, so that as soon as he entered the room he would be able to start. He came around 8:30. I was so scared about having to stay still when I was in so much pain during those darn contractions! Brett knelt on the floor in front of me as I sat off the side of the bed. I put my forehead to his and just stared at him the whole time. It seemed to take FOREVER! The first prick was a little to the right, so he pricked me again and this time it was in the middle. I was amazed at how quickly the medicine started working! Such relief! I immediately became mellower and even drifted off to sleep several times.

The epidural slowed my labor significantly. It was around this point that I became aware of the fact that they were concerned about Joshua’s heart rate during contractions. It should be around 150, but he would consistently drop to around 80 or 90. Molly kept moving me to different positions on the bed to see if that would make any difference. Lying on my far right side ended up being the best position for him even though he still had some issues.

Mom and Vicki left around 10:30 to go home and sleep. It was a little bit after that when Dr Greene decided to break my water and give me Pitocin to start my labor up again. Around 1:00 AM, Molly checked my cervix and I was dilated to an 8, almost a 9 during contractions. She explained to me that I would start to feel the urge to push and to tell her when that started to happen. They were still closely monitoring Joshua’s heart rate and were fairly concerned about it. At this point, Molly and another nurse were checking on me frequently.

Around 2, both of them came in and said we need to get this baby out. Lets see what happens when you push. She checked my cervix and kept her hands there to feel what happened. She was pretty pleased with how Joshua moved, but his heart rate dropped. They had me push a few more times and the same thing happened. It was an interesting feeling to push. I really didn’t know exactly how I was supposed to do it. Molly helped immensely. She explained that my legs should be relaxed and I should feel like I was having a bowel movement. She went into such detail that I really feel like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to and they kept telling me I was a good pusher, so I guess I was!

At this point there were a lot of people in my hospital room. I had my two nurses, there were a couple baby nurses hanging around, Dr Greene, and of course Brett. All eyes were on the monitors, watching my little boy’s heart rate. They had me push 3 times during a contraction and then wait through several so that Joshua could recover from the stress. We did this 2 or 3 times and then Molly started talking to Dr Greene about the options. He had been pretty quiet during this and when Molly prompted him he started talking out loud. He was worried about the stress already being put on the baby and thought that pushing him out would be too much. He said that he thought our options were to try the vacuum, but that put more stress on him or to go to the OR and just do a C-section. After a couple minutes contemplating what he had said, I told him that I thought it would be a shame to do a C-section about all the labor I had been through and that we are not morally opposed to using a vacuum to get him out. Apparently there are some people who are. Obviously we said that whatever needed to be done to get him out safely was our choice. We really did want to try the vacuum before going on to a C-section though.

Dr Greene seriously was quiet for about 10 minutes considering what the options. Finally he said that he had a gut feeling that it would be ok to use the vacuum. He said that everything had progressed quite well throughout the whole labor; it had even been faster than normal for a first baby and inducing labor. Joshua was in a good position for the vacuum so he really felt that it would be quick. Just in case though, he wanted the OR prepped and ready. Molly asked him if he wanted to do the vacuuming IN the OR just in case. He said no, but just to be ready. As soon as that decision was made, everyone started moving. I haven’t seen that many people start rushing around so quickly! Molly told Brett that if we did need to go into the OR, he was going to have to stand off in the corner and let them do their thing. It wasn’t the time for questions or concerns; someone would talk to him about it all afterwards. He just needed to do what he was told.

After about 2-3 minutes of hustle and bustle, Dr Greene was ready to start with the vacuum. He waited for a contraction to start and me to push so that he could attach the vacuum to Joshua’s head. He did a light seal at first to see how it would fit on him so the two pushes after that were trial. Then the next contraction came and he told me to push hard. 2 pushes later, his head was out and Dr Greene could see the reason his heart rate was dropping. The cord was wrapped around his head. Dr Greene cut it right there and then told me to push one more time. He was out a couple seconds later at 3:38 AM. It was so weird, but really cool feeling him come out.

Everything was a blur of activity after that. I was just so shocked that it was over that it all seemed a little surreal. They put him on my chest for a second and then whisked him away. I started to cry when I saw him and I looked up at Brett and he was crying as well. I was so touched that he was feeling that emotional too. I had to be stitched up from my episiotomy, so Brett went over to be with Joshua as they were doing all their tests and stuff on him. He weighed 6 lbs 10 oz and was 19 ½ in long. He cried for a little bit, but then stopped and didn’t cry again until much later in the morning. It was kind of crazy! Brett was the first one to feed him, he needed a bottle of sugar water to help his sugar levels. All the tests turned out great and finally we were headed off to our recovery room with our baby boy.

Joshua had a hard time latching on to me, so my nurse Valerie and a lactation consultant spent a lot of time with us trying to help me figure it all out. Finally Valerie gave me a nipple shield and put some sugar solution on it to get him to go for it. He finally did and I was able to feed him a little bit, but it wasn’t as successful as Valerie wanted it to be. Saturday night he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to eat. I was a little nervous about doing it without the nurses, but I got up and fed him. He actually ate on both sides that night. I was so proud of myself that I had figured out how to feed him after having such a hard time with him during the day. I eventually decided that it was the nurses making this difficult. I had to do what worked for me and they kept trying to do what worked for them. I remember thinking that night how amazing it was to be a mother and to have my child in my arms. So wonderful!

Other random things I want to remember about the hospital:
1. After Dr Greene stitched me up, he said that I was done with my diet and I could eat whatever I wanted again. The first thing I asked for was orange juice. ☺
2. I was so thankful to have Brett there. I enjoyed our conversations as we walked the hallways. At one point, I just needed him to talk and he rolled with it! Lol. I asked him to explain the draft for football and he talked for a LONG time! I don’t remember what he said so don’t ask me how the draft works, but he did distract me at the time!
3. My mom and Vicki were the first family members to meet Joshua. They were at the hospital all day Saturday. They just kept passing him back and forth as Brett and I slept. We were extremely exhausted so that was nice. One other thing, mom made chocolate chip cookie dough and brought it to me Saturday morning!! That was amazing!! ☺
4. We were released from the hospital around five on Sunday night. My mom made us spaghetti for dinner. I was so happy to be able to eat pasta again!

Well I think that is all for now! Glad I have finally finished this for my journal.

2010 was a pretty good year. In the order of occurrence....

-We started it living in our new house that we absolutely LOVE.
-We celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary together. We were both sick, but we still had a great time in Forks getting away from life for a bit.
-David AND Vicki got married to wonderful people. It was a little fast, but they are happy and who can argue with that?
-We got to go to Yellowstone and see all the beautiful wildlife and nature around us. GORGEOUS!
-On the way home from Yellowstone, I got to stop in Billings and see one of my best friends from college. I hadn't seen her since my wedding. That was so much fun!
-We remodeled our family and dining room area to make our house even better than it was before. It feels like a whole new house!!
-We were finally blessed with a positive pregnancy test we so desperately wanted (ok, maybe just me, but Brett is excited now!) We found out that we are having a little boy. I have been able to feel him moving all around and adore it!
-My best friend from basically my whole life moved back to town (I can't remember exactly when it happened, but I have been able to spend the year with her and have loved every second of it! Also, found out that she is pregnant- a week and half ahead of me with her own little boy!)
-I was called to the best calling in the church: RS teacher which I got to do only for 3 months. Bummer.
-We finally got rid of our stove that was at least 20 years old and replaced it with a fantastic gas double oven! Love cooking on gas again. We also upgraded our washer and dryer which has been great for my back.
-Brett and I have the wonderful opportunity to improve our relationship through one of the hardest experiences of my life-me being diagnosed with gestational diabetes. We are struggling to control my blood sugar with just diet and what doesn't kill us will make us stronger right? (It is a new year, so I am trying to take a new outlook on the whole situation. Lets just say that yesterday I really didn't like my husband or this baby. I basically decided for us that this one is the only child we are having....)

So now for 2011. My ultimate goal right now? Just for Baby Huntsman and I to survive the rest of the pregnancy. I want him to arrive happy and healthy. I don't think that is too much to ask!

My new years resolution is to be better at blogging. I want to remember what goes on in our lives especially after we have the baby. So this is my attempt at catching people up with at least the last month! ☺ The last post is new too, so if you want to hear about our appliance issues go and read!

I am soooo incredibly thankful for my husband. I know, huge shock, someone being thankful for the person they chose to spend eternity with. But at this moment I would have a VERY hard time continuing on without him.

Last Monday, December 13th I had to take the 1 hour glucose test to see if I have gestational diabetes. I had no idea that I needed to go in fasting. None of the paperwork said so. So I stopped on my way home from work, drank the nasty orange flavored sugar drink and then headed home. Brett brought me back an hour later to have my blood drawn.

On Tuesday, I had a call from Group Health saying that my level was way too high and that I would have to come in ASAP for the 3 hour glucose test where you absolutely have to fast at least 8 hours. Basically you come in when they open, have your blood drawn, drink another one of those sugar drinks, wait an hour, blood drawn again, wait an hour, blood drawn again, and then wait another hour to have your blood drawn one final time. So 4 times total. Very brutal for someone who gets very sick when having her blood drawn.

I was worried sick about this test all week. The soonest I could do it was this Monday, December 20th. I KNEW it was going to be bad and that I was NOT going to feel well when the whole thing was over. My poor husband was pretty much obligated to go sit with me in the waiting room during this whole process. He was so good about it and did whatever he could to keep my mind off of what I was doing. He went and bought me a Subway sandwich because I definitely needed it when the testing was all over. I felt so incredibly weak!! It was awful!

That is one of the reasons I am so thankful for him. The next few are because of his support when I was actually diagnosed with gestational diabetes. He was very willing to go talk to the diabetes specialist with me and listen to what would be required of me for the rest of the pregnancy. He has been helping me try to figure out what to eat all 6 times I am supposed to eat each day. I have to do a blood test 4 times a day. At first I just wasn’t having any luck with it because I was doing it wrong. I actually poked myself 13 times on Wednesday morning because it kept saying that I was not giving enough blood. I finally went into the pharmacy Thursday morning and asked what I was doing wrong. She showed me how it worked and I felt soooo dumb! The diabetes specialist was not clear on just how the strips read the blood. Anyway, I know how to do it now, so I am having no more issues with it. I still flinch a little when I poke myself, but it isn’t too bad.

Side Note: Thank you Gina, Lydia, and Heather for giving me advice to get more blood out when I thought that was the problem!

Tuesday night after I was diagnosed, I really broke down. The stress of it all had been building and building and then I had some high readings even after we tried really hard to follow the meal plan. I was pretty hysterical for about 10 minutes while Brett just held me. I was terrified of hurting our baby boy. I was angry at the fact that even though Brett was going to help, it was entirely on my shoulders. If I screwed up, then anything that happened to the baby was MY fault. Not anyone else’s…MINE. SOO scary! I knew that the time was coming when decisions would be made that would affect our son’s life, but I thought it would happen in March when both of us would be at fault! Lol.

Brett did a great job of calming me down and talking me through everything. He pointed out that anything that could happen to the baby was completely fixable and not too serious. Of course we want our baby to be as healthy as possible with NO problems, but with what Drs can do nowadays, there is no point in me worrying endlessly about his health. Especially because I am going to do everything I can to make sure he is OK. I just have to trust the Lord and my Dr.


I am feeling slightly better about the whole situation now. I am finding that most of the foods I love I can still have. Just not as much of it. It is all about portion sizes. I can’t eat whenever I want which has been slightly frustrating. Of course, the other part that I find HIGHLY annoying (especially this time of year) is that I cannot have sweets. Well I can, but I have to sacrifice real food for it and go for a really long walk afterwards (I already have to do 30 minutes a day, so it would need to be more than that.) It is HIGHLY recommended that I avoid them altogether until I deliver. I have already decided there will be a couple of exceptions to this – I need to have at least one sugar cookie and I will also have cake at my showers. That is just how it will be. But I will not eat anything else like that which means that after I deliver my glucose levels will be really high because I will be getting my chocolate fix!! Brett will probably just bring my stocking candy to the hospital for me. ☺

So the point of the post is that without Brett, I don’t think I could do this. He is constantly checking up on me even when he is at work. He calls to find out what I have been eating and what my levels are. He is also checking on my walking time to be sure I am doing my 30 minutes. I am thankful I have someone I have to report to just to give me more incentive to do it all. It is a lot to take in, but I am getting better at it. Luckily by the time I go back to school I will have it all down so I can easily continue all this and do my job.

If it was possible, I am even more excited for the birth of this baby boy. I am 29 weeks now and am hoping I don’t have to wait too long for this madness to stop! I don’t want him to come too early, but whatever the Lord feels is best I will agree with!

Have a Merry Christmas everyone!

Our dryer decided to go out on us in the beginning of December. Luckily we had already decided to get the gas line installed, so that meant we could start looking for a gas dryer. Well, that turned into a desire to get a new washer as well because we found a good deal on both of them. We had also been talking about buying a new range since the gas line was going to be installed. So last Monday, December 13th, we headed off to Tacoma to the Sears Outlet store so that we could buy our new range. We had been talking about doing this for sooooo long and we finally found the perfect unit. It is a gas range with a double oven. The bottom (larger) oven is convection and will not be used as often as the smaller top oven will. I do not have to bend down too much to use the top oven. That is going to be very nice for my back.

We had the washer, dryer, and range all delivered on Thursday, December 16th. Not a single one of those appliances were actually installed. Very frustrating, especially with the washer and dryer. The only reason they could not be installed is because we needed a new dryer hose. Ours was plastic, we needed an aluminum one. That can be fixed pretty easily, Brett went under the house and replaced it. He wasn’t happy about doing it, but he did and then it was done. Theoretically, we should have been able to hook up the dryer and use it that night. We couldn’t do that and you know why? The Sears guys were seriously trying to get out of doing work! They had the washer and dryer in the wrong places, the pedestals were still in their boxes, and they took our washer hoses! I have absolutely NO idea why they didn’t set up the washer as there was no reason whatsoever it could not be installed. They basically looked and said whoops, you have the wrong hose, too bad. Call us to come back when you have that fixed and left.

Did I mention they even delivered the wrong dryer to begin with? IDIOTS!

My mom called Sears to see if they could come Friday to hook us up. She was told Sunday was the earliest time they could get someone out there. I was NOT happy with that and spent almost an hour with customer service and then a manager trying to get another install time since it was CLEARLY their fault we were left in this mess! I made it VERY clear to the manager that the reason I was angry is because the installers were absolutely trying to do the least amount of work possible and that they definitely needed a talking to. I hope they had a very uncomfortable meeting with their supervisor and were given some kind of punishment. I was able to get us Saturday evening which was a little better than Sunday.

Now to the range. The gas would not work first of all. We thought it was a problem with the gas line – turned out to be a safety feature we did not know how to turn off (we discovered this Friday night). Lol. Anyway, we called the people who installed our gas line because of the gas not working and because the line direction needed to be changed so that the range could go back against the wall further. So the guy came out on Friday and fixed the line. The gas worked just fine when he left. I came home from work and tried to use it, gas would not work. My mom came home and discovered the little safety feature. We were all excited and we started talking about making sugar cookies. (YUM. Man, I wish we would have been able to make them at this point!)

Then it happened. Our range started making the loudest and most obnoxious noise I have ever heard. The only way we could turn it off was by completely unplugging the range. So then we started researching on the web and searching through the manuals for any help in solving the mystery of the wonderful noise. We found nothing. Absolutely nothing. So then I got to get on the phone AGAIN to call Sears. Of course it took forever, but I finally was able to make an appointment for a tech to come out on Saturday to see what the problem was. Of course I had all kinds of plans Saturday morning that I had to cancel, but this was important!

I woke up early Saturday morning because I had to pee. This happens quite frequently now. It is the curse of the pregnant woman. I noticed immediately that my clock was off since I always check the time. I thought it was the extension cord since I had been having issues with it. So I went into the bathroom and tried to turn on the lights. They didn’t turn on. The power was off. I normally don’t mind having the power out. It helps keep me thankful for power ☺. This morning though was such a bad time for the power to be off!!

The technician called and said he was on his way around 9:45. I let him know that the power was off and I didn’t know what he could do to help us. He said he would come anyway and see what he could do. When he got here the power was still off, but based on my description, he had a pretty good idea of what the problem was. So he ordered the part for us. He was a little nervous about doing so since the part was about $325. Luckily, the lights turned on around this point and he was able to almost definitely confirm it was the solenoid. He told me the part would be delivered to our house and that the soonest someone could come back to install it would be JANUARY THIRD! I was resigned to not have any appliances in my house working so I just agreed and said goodbye.

We tried to make the best of it. Brett was constantly joking about how we have enough small appliances that we will do just fine. My mom set up the camp stove right outside our sliding door and we just used that when needed.

The part came yesterday afternoon, and Brett was able to install it when he got home from work. So now our range is working perfectly! Just in time for us to make a nice dinner for Christmas Eve. We already had plans for Christmas day with my mom’s brother and his family since we knew we would have a hard time cooking a nice meal.

It is amazing how grateful you are for something when you’ve been without for so long. (I guess I week isn’t long, but I dare you to try!)

So haven't posted in awhile...it was a long summer. Anyway, I am pregnant. Due March 10th. Most people who read this blog already know, but I thought I would put it on here anyway. We are pretty dang excited. Maybe when I feel up to it, I will start a log of what we have done so far to be prepared for baby Huntsman. Our ultrasound is on Monday, I can't wait! We are definitely going to find out what we are having because I need time to prepare. :)

I have two very immature siblings that chose to fight through facebook. Dumb! I wish I could slap them both in the face right now. That is all!