The Waiting Game Has Ended!!! (Labor & Delivery Story)

So, because I have a weird obsession of reading people's "I popped a human being out of my junk" stories I'll share my latest one with you... and hopefully it's my last one.

My due date was February 19th (my birthday). On February 20th I still hadn't delivered so I went in for my last checkup. I was dilated to a 4, 90% effaced, and just waiting for my water to break. My Dr. was certain it would happen before I'd have a chance to be induced the following Friday but to play it safe we scheduled it, in the off chance my worst case scenario actually played out.

If you don't remember or haven't read any of my previous posts on labor, I am opposed to an epidural. Not because I think they're bad. I wish I had the guts to get one, but having had spinal surgery years ago, I am terrified of the possible ways a shot in my already altered spine could go wrong. I'm more afraid of mishaps than I am of the pain caused by pushing a human being out of your buiz. I know... kind of pathetic... but oh well...

The following Sunday and Monday (the 22nd and 23rd) we were at my sister's house so I did a few hours each night of Michael Jackson's Just Dance. It was kind of intense and I felt fairly certain that the combination of my Dr. stripping my membranes at my last appointment (on the 20th) and intense dancing would do the trick but as of Monday night, still nothing had happened.

So Monday, before we left my sister's house, we confirmed with her that if I went into labor while at work I would drive to the hospital and Cass would go pick Jon up from Layton and drive him back to Lakeview Hospital in Bountiful... The down side was that I wouldn't see Jon for about an hour and a half after I went into labor - Heck! With my first being 3.5 hrs long, we basically could have a baby by then! But we only have one car and I can't afford to miss work, so we didn't have many other options. Then my mom proposed an alternative plan with her as the driver and it suddenly all felt like it was getting overly complicated, so even though we were not completely happy with any of our options we reluctantly agreed and left.

That night Jon and I said our prayers and afterward Jon said, "I know you want to experience your water breaking and rushing to the hospital, but I want to experience it too. Why don't you go to your meeting tomorrow and then come home and work from here. We'll set the office up and you can work in there." It was a brilliant idea! The next day, Tuesday the 24th, I got up and said my prayers. Backtracking a little bit... the day before when Jon and I prayed we asked specifically for it to happen today, but this time I simply prayed that it would happen when it would give me the least amount of pain so I wouldn't have to get an epidural, and if I had to use pitocin, that I would be able to handle the pain so I wouldn't have to get an epidural!!!

Side note: I really think getting an epidural is on my list of my absolute greatest fears!!!

Anyhow, I left for work at 8:45am and arrived at the office 45 minutes later. Little did I know that during my drive there was a texting conversation that said my meeting was postponed, so on arriving to the office I simply forwarded my calls and left. I must have gotten home around 10:15 and so by 11am I had started working again, this time in our newly set up office.

Around 1pm I went into the family room because I could hear Knox saying that he wanted me to change his diaper as opposed to Jon. I had him lay on the ground and as I knelt down to change it I felt or heard this faint internal pop and warm water gushed out... my water had broken...

The gross thing about your water breaking that I didn't notice with Knox... you feel like you're peeing on yourself over and over again until you pop that kid out! Because your body keeps producing amniotic fluid, so you just keep "peeing" on yourself. It might be one of the grossest feelings ever!!! Whenever it happened, which was like every 15 minutes, I would say "OH GROSS! Make it stop!!!"

Jon raced around, loading bags, making calls, etc, and I ran up to wash off and change clothes.

Taking a shower was a bad idea. I don't know if they always do this but they had to take a test to confirm my water had indeed broken but I had washed everything away... made the whole thing a lot more difficult for the nurses...

When the test results came back and they saw that my water had actually broken they checked me in and hooked me up to the machines. The only problem was that I wasn't actually in labor. My water had broken but I wasn't progressing past a 4, and I was having no contractions, or at least no labor contractions, and nothing consistent.

At 7pm the nursing staff changed and the nurse that took over was the lead. She was completely straight forward and direct as she explained my options. I was glad that she was so blatant.

This was like 30 minutes or less after he popped out... I was a little tired...

Basically I had 24 hours from 1pm to deliver this baby. My body wasn't going into labor so unless I could naturally induce myself by vigorous activity, they'd have to induce me. My inducing options were this. They could start me off with a very small amount of pitocin and then gradually increase it as needed. If I chose not to do this route it's possible my body wouldn't go into labor and then the next day, when the doctor arrived, he'd have to start me on a larger dosage of pitocin to force me into labor. I wasn't going to get an epidural so either I could go the less painful route or the more painful route. If we waited and I refused pitocin, and still didn't go into labor, they'd have to perform a C-section on me. She gave me 15 minutes to decide.

Jon was great! He kept reminding me that even though she seemed authoritative and made her comments sound finite, I was the one in control of how my delivery would go.

Unfortunately, even though I knew that was the case, I could tell that my body wasn't going to start contracting normally and I felt like during my morning prayer, I somehow knew that I would need to use pitocin. But I had to trust that Heavenly Father would help me to keep it within reason so I wouldn't need an epidural. I felt like it was right, so when Heidi (the nurse) returned, I told her that I would go with pitocin, but she wouldn't be allowed to turn it up unless I agreed to it and if I needed it turned back down, she'd have to. She didn't totally agree with my limitations... she just reiterated her stance on it, to which I countered with my own stance. I don't think we ever really agreed with each other but we moved forward. On a positive note Heidi said she'd give me 45 minutes to try to knock myself into labor before they started the drip so Jon and I jumped right in. We did 5 flights of stairs over and over again, up and down, then laps around the hospital, and last, we resorted to the Thriller dance routine. Nothing work...

Around 9pm we started me on the pitocin drip. It was at a 2, which Heidi said was less than 1/4 teaspoon per hr. I was fine with that. We then called my brother-in-law to have him come help Jon give me a blessing. They must have arrived around 9:30pm because when they arrived, the nurse left and Jon and I looked over at the drip... she had raised it to a 4 without telling me... I mean, I knew it would need to be raised... I wasn't having contractions still (I had 1 in 30 minutes), but it was the principle of her doing it without my approval. I wasn't cool with that but I tried ignoring it so my mind could be in the right place for a blessing.

I don't remember what Jon said during the blessing but I remember the distinct impression that I would deliver before midnight and I would be able to do it without an epidural. That was all I needed.

Almost immediately after they left, which was around 9:45 or 10pm I started having consistent contractions. They were about 6 minutes apart but after 30 minutes of it at that pace Heidi insisted we increase the pitocin to a 5. Sometime during it being at a 4 I felt myself dilate further and I asked Heidi to check me but she said she wanted to wait. Jon was not happy with her attitude but I agreed on the condition that if I need it turned back down, she would have to turn it down! Heidi just started talking about raising it to a 6 next but I was like... If I can't handle 5, we're not going to 6! She didn't say anything and left the room. Within minutes of it being at a 5 I was having strong contractions back to back. They were literally happening every minute. I couldn't handle it. They felt like I was dilated to an 8 or 9 but I was only at a... I guessed between a 5 and 7. Anyhow, Heidi came back in and I asked her to turn it down because they're happening so quickly but she was like... "No, those contractions aren't coming every minute." I was like... DUDE! Are you going to believe me or the machine!!! I didn't say that but man I wanted to.

Side note: I didn't not say it because I was trying to be kind... I didn't say it because A.) I was so focused on what was going on with my body I couldn't really think about my frustration with her, and B.) I wanted to keep myself focused to allow myself to stay in-tuned with the Spirit. I couldn't really think about my frustration with her until it was over, but by that time I was grateful for her... so... anyhow...


So, at this point Heidi finally checked me and found that I was dilated to a 7. She called the Dr. and told him to come over, and then started prepping the room. I was still having contractions like crazy so I asked her to turn it back to a 4. She didn't want to but I demanded. I was like "you have to, I can't handle it at this amount." Plus, I was progressing fast and I didn't technically need to have the kid till sometime the next day. We did not need to move faster than I could handle!!! She turned it back to 4 and I started having labor contractions at a steady 3 minutes apart. That probably happened around 10:45pm. Now at 4, I was good. Yes, it was painful but she had finally allowed me to have the painkiller that takes the edge off... basically it takes one of two pains away. The lactose intolerance pain disappears but you still have the lower back pain. So when I'd get a contraction I just had to roll to the side and wait out the lower back pain. This felt do-able!!!

At some point during this time I asked her to check me again, I could tell I had dilated further... it must have been 11pm by this time and she found I was dilated to a 9. About 10 minutes later the Dr. still hadn't arrived and I knew I wasn't allowed to push till I was at a 10 so I... as casually as I could... said "I kind of want to push, is he close???" She was like, "He's almost here, so tell me when you're at the point of needing to push." I was like "I NEED TO PUSH!" She came and checked me again and I was already at a 10. This kid was coming fast!!!

She then came straight to my side and started taking me through breathing exercises to help me resist pushing. It was hard! I would cross my legs and focus as much as I could to hold back. I think this happened about 5 times before he actually arrived. That was difficult!!!

You can't push till you're at a 10 because if you do you could make your cervix swell, or something like that... but it's really bad. And well, the Dr. wasn't there so pushing would be bad for that reason too. But let's just be gross and real here for a quick second... imagine you have the fattest load that you need to drop and a turtle head is pokin' out... and it's READY... and then you're told you can't go, you need to hold that bad boy in for who knows how long... TORTURE RIGHT!!! That's what it felt like...

When he got there Heidi told him to suit up ASAP and as he did they pulled my knees to my chest and allowed me to start pushing.

A few side notes on why this sucked. Your joints are loose so they pop in and out of place, when they pulled my knees up at some point during pushing my right hip bone popped out and I cried asking them to let my legs down but they wouldn't. My upper body flopped for a second like a fish trying to get my leg back in place while it was in such an awkward position. I don't know that it did exactly but it was close enough to be bearable.


I only pushed max 7 times and the kid was out. He was delivered at 11:35pm. The funny thing is that it happened so quickly that his head didn't have time to go cone shaped so he came out with a normal round head.

Admittedly, I wanted to push instinctively but however he was positioned... he was maybe on a nerve in my bladder or something... because whenever I would have a full bladder I would have sharp pains until I went to the bathroom. So when I was delivering that pain was magnified by a million it felt like!!! The burning sting shooting from my bladder was literally twice as bad as normal labor pains. I knew that the sting wouldn't stop until he got out so I just kept pushing as hard as I could. When it was done it seemed like everyone went to the baby and I just laid there crying saying "It hurt so bad! I can't believe it hurt so bad!"

If you're thinking about going natural it's totally do-able. The only reason it was so painful this time for me was because of the bladder pain. From my experience there are 4 stages of labor pain:

• Stage 1 - dilated from 5-6 - lactose intolerance pain
• Stage 2 - dilated from 7-8 - lactose intolerance pain and lower back pain (like hip bone pain)
• Stage 3 - dilated to a 9 - lower back pain increases so much that you forget the lactose pain
• Stage 4 - dilated to a 10 - lower back pain and major "I need to crap" pressure!!!

With pitocin however, I skipped stage 1 and went straight to stage 2, even though I wasn't dilated that far. So when I was at a 6/7 I felt like I was at an 8/9. I am glad I didn't have to experience anything higher than a 5. But I really think that even though Heidi frustrated me to start with, she ended up being a major blessing because she was there for the whole 2.5 hours coaching me through my breathing which I believe made all the difference!

Captured Jon and Knox having a very serious conversation about the new addition... Knox was iffy... ;)

The Big Investments

We did something crazy before the year started! Something we never expected to do while living in Utah!!! Okay, I'll just say it... We bought a house!!!

"What!" you say?

That's right, we bought a house.

"Weren't you planning to move to California?"

Yes, and we still are but we HAD to up-size from the tiny apartment that we were paying $570 for because we were starting to look like serious hoarders. Along with that, it's expensive to rent a three bedroom apartment. The best I could find was $1100 for a townhouse in Centerville. It's a great little place with a great price, but we wanted normal sized bedrooms. The two bedroom (which is what we lived in at that place before) has huge rooms but the three bedroom has tiny, little, closet-sized rooms. Outside of those Garden View Townhouses, we couldn't find a place we'd be comfortable living in that was cheaper than $1300-$1400. Our mortgage is $1000. Well, that's what it is after all the little extra costs are added, so the actual mortgage is like $700-something... And that's with a backyard all to ourselves, more sq. footage, and an office.

Anyhow, I'm sure you want to see house pics, so here they are. But please note that these photos are from the appraisal so they're kind of bland. We're still living out of boxes so I need to find my camera gear and hook my computer back up. Haven't done that yet...

Inside there are three levels. The main level has a front room, kitchen, and dining room. The lower level has a family room, an office, a laundry room, and a bathroom. And the upper level has two regular bedrooms, a bathroom, and a master bedroom / bathroom.

Here's the front room and kitchen. The appraisal photo of the dining room is totally blurry so I didn't add that, but it has french doors, which I'm excited about.

Here's the family room.

And here's the master bedroom.

It's nothing special (everything is builder quality) but it has a ton of room for growth. We've painted Knox's room, the family room, and we just started on the front room. I'll post before and after pics as soon as we get a room fully set up.

The major issue though... The last owners used it as a rental for almost 9 years, and the last set of renters fried foods all the time!!! They killed the kitchen (little did we know). We just found out yesterday that we won't be able to reface the kitchen like we planned, we'll have to get a whole new kitchen. SOOOO, say goodbye to granite counter-tops and hello to IKEA!!! That's okay though, at least it'll be clean and grease free!!!

Anyhow, I'm excited to show you how we progress!!! Wish us luck!!!

Taking "Me" Back Update

On July 20, 2012 I did a post titled Taking "Me" Back and said I would update you on it. Well, here's a 2 years later update:

1. Time Management - I still struggle with it but as long as the TV is off I'm so much more productive, and I started making lists for myself again so that is a huge help
2. Finances - We're pretty good here. I don't remember my struggles before but I haven't been worried about it for a while, so that's good.
3. Health - We got a gym membership and I never go but after I get off work we always go somewhere so it just feels good walking... plus my job has changed so I'm not sitting around editing 11-13 hours a day, which rocks! I actually get off work at 5pm so I have more time in the day to be active. I love it!!!
4. Home - I don't know what my concern was with this... I guess I didn't read my post well enough, but Jon is amazing at keeping the house clean Monday through Friday so I have the weekends now, which makes life easier.
5. Secure stability for my future - Still working on this. Other than student loans and a credit card or two we're out of debt, we finally got insurance about a year ago... maybe longer, so we can actually go to the Dr., and we have a savings account. I feel pretty good even though I do have new goals for our future which I've recently started working on, but we'll talk about that later.
6. Spirituality - I think I'm doing much better. I mean... we always go to church... we always say our meal prayers... we always say a family prayer at night before we go to bed, and I always read scriptures and pray on my own at night before going to bed. But just going through the actions is not enough... I try to have a constant prayer in my heart and I started reading and praying in the morning before I start my day. It seems to make everything better and gets my mind in the right place for the day. Something I'm still trying to do is make sure that I set time aside for a good long prayer... not any set time... just sitting down, by myself and having a sincere minute or 10 or whatever it needs to be. I use to do it all the time but it seems like every moment is full of something so it's much harder these days. That's okay though... it's a work in progress.

Anyhow, feelin' pretty good about where we are. We're still trying to progress in a number of areas so goals are good. I like having things to shoot for...

Knox [One Month]

This is the Place [Part 2]

 

THE FLY.......

Okay you guys. Something about me you might not know... I LOATH FLIES! They're the most disgusting little critters on the face of the earth...

Now I know, this coming from Erika, lover of all Gods creatures, great and small... one of the few tree hugger, "hippie claimin'" Mormons around... but flies are icky and I haven't quite discovered their purpose. Not that I've done any major research but still...

Maybe someday they'll come out with a finding that the little beasts cure cancer. And on that day I will repent, and confess my wrong to the entire world... but until then they are dark creatures from the lowest abyss of H-E-double Hockey Sticks!

So here's my story... About a month ago a fly got into our house. We haven't had a fly in our house in... well, what feels like forever! So at first I was like... oh, I miss my cat... this is kind of like having a little pet. I mean, the thing wouldn't die - So you get kind of use to it... Anyhow, you know how they say that flies usually die within 24 hours. WRONG! That bugger lasted for 2 WEEKS!!! By the 2nd week it started to get on my nerves... SOOO we used our nifty little fly-swatter... which is actually really gross because its like an electric fence and when you zap something... it sends sparks... yeah... no joke!

Don't worry about asking... Jon's dad got it for him as a gift for Christmas or something... must be a guy thing because they both thought it was cool, and so did I until I saw that first bug light up like a christmas tree... not so cool after that...

Anyhow, so two weeks go by and suddenly the fly is gone. We tried zapping him but he was too fast... that's probably why he lasted two weeks... he was a fast little bugger (ha - "bugger" - a fly - bugger - get it!... Anyhow...). So we go a week, no fly... and then it happened. Somehow, we got ANOTHER fly in our house. WHAT!

This one only lasted about a week and then we didn't see it anymore. Totally clueless on where these things go to die but they seem to vanish. Which I'm okay with. Anyhow...

Then Monday comes... I wake up in the morning... take Jon to work... Its a regular day... sun is shining, birds are chirping... and then... I come home to make myself some Peeps in Diegos and what do I see when I pull the bread out of the breadbox... None other than THIS...

I freaked out. I actually almost puked. Literally. Wasn't feelin' so well that day so I was actually making food so I wouldn't, and then this happened and I almost lost it. I text my sister and asked her what to do... I already had my heart set on trashing my bread but I wanted a second opinion. The thing was curled up so I figured it was going to die soon. It wasn't moving...

In the mean time of texting I started making myself something out of the fridge, a bagel.

She asked what it was... I didn't know... she asked if the bread was closed... it was... she asked if the bread smelled bad... I didn't know, so I thought I'd check... I went over to the box and there was that little worm... all stretched out and movin' really, really fast across the top of the bread box door. I... of course screamed... and jumped around like I was walkin' on hot coals. I called my sister... "What do I do? What do I do?" It was like the first time seeing a cockroach. I go stupid, my brain is paralyzed in fear. Put me in some horrible situation and I'm fine... put a gross little bug in front of me and I'm an idiot! I couldn't bring myself to touch it... even through layers and layers of napkins so she told me to put a cup over it. I grabbed an old cup... that actually didn't belong to me... and threw it on top. She saved the day!

Life went on. Jon had seen it too but was too grossed out to do anything so we left it there for a few days, assuming that without food it would die. Nope. Leaving it there actually made us realize what it was. A few days later I finally got the nerve to trash that little worm but when I started to raise the cup I heard something ripping and it wasn't as easy to lift as usual. Op. That's when I saw it. That little worm was forming a chrysalis. It wasn't just a worm. That was a baby... pooped out by a fly! A fly baby! Or better known as but more disgusting to say... a fly larva. EWWWWWW!!!

So, needless to say the breadbox is gone as is the fly worm and its little home it was building... and my sister's cup... but I'm sure she wouldn't want it back anyways.

So that brings us to today. Jon and I get home and there's another fly in our house. We were fed up! Jon saw him in the corner of our dining room and when he tried to fly away, Jon started swatting. "I got him cornered, I got him cornered." Now, since two of the sides were wall/door and two weren't. I can't agree that having one side covered is really cornering him. He more had him boxed. So I took the other side with the fly swatter. It was like table tennis for a while. The fly would go Jon's way and he'd flail his arms wildly to keep it back and then it would come my way and I'd swing my racket and try to get him. This went on for about 5 minutes. The window was open too, mind you... so anyone who saw us would have thought we were spazzin' out! But after a while I finally got him. Zapped that little bugger and he fell to the ground! NOW. If we get another fly... we know how to take care of 'em... we'll tag team his A... butt... (come on guys... like I'd really drop an A-bomb)


Don't mess with us! (Not you guys, the flies... you're okay to mess with us, unless you're a fly... then not so much)

This is the Place [Part 1]

A few weeks ago my brother, Mario, his wife, Liz, and their two daughters, Becka and Nora, came into town. Their first time visiting Utah might I add. It was so fun and made me realize that I'm sad we don't live closer. My family use to always do a ton of fun stuff when we lived near each other... then Mario & Liz moved away and no more fun stuff... apparently they brought the fun with them... :) Seriously!

Anyhow, so here are some pictures and there will be more to come but these are just a few that I grabbed. By the way, if you're expecting to see a lot of my brother and sister and their kids, you'll be sorely disappointed. I actually just got a bunch of random stuff while we hung out... didn't take a ton of pictures... not like our Beverly Beach trip, though I wish I was able to.

But here we go... 4 pictures that I took that I thought were cool.

This was actually an accidental picture. I was checking the lighting and the shutter stayed open longer than I expected... its my brother-in-law, Ryan and the fire... you just can't totally tell...

Last, this isn't an "interesting" picture per say, but its my little nephew Oliver, whom I ADORE!!! He's straight up a crazy, no shame little kid and I LOVE IT!!! He had just jacked that piece of cinnamon bread from me right before I snatched the photo. Freaking adore him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS. He plays the tough, straight up crazy kid, but he's actually really sweet and sensitive. The other day he wanted my grapes and I wouldn't share (I'm such a great example) so he would give me a kiss every time he wanted a grape... you just can't say no to that...

A Few Things I Find Interesting

I'm sure I could add to this list as I go but for now...

I find it interesting that people still honk their horns when they're waiting out side for someone. Don't you have a cell phone? Don't you know its 7:30 AM and not everyone has a kid going to school that early? Don't you realize that there are like 10 houses, in incredibly close proximity to you that you are, quite possibly, disturbing. Didn't your parents teach you any better manners? And to end with the question that I started with...

DON'T YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?

On a more serious note...

I find it interesting that I am always prompted to fast on Fast Sunday. I have a tendency to disregard my promptings as me just being silly, then something happens and I realize it was the spirit prompting me. But I always realize after the fact. I use to always have a feeling like I should fast and hardly ever did, and then I'd get to church and it was Fast Sunday. One time I felt like I should fast for my brother-in-law. I started it but then quite half way through thinking I was being silly... little did I know that, that same day Ryan was called in for an interview he didn't expect and needless to say he didn't get it. I feel a little responsible. I disregarded a prompting that might have helped. Well, this morning I woke up and was reading my scriptures and thought... hmmm... I should fast... I then thought that was a bad idea because its Super Bowl Sunday and we're going to a friends house for dinner... and it won't be 24 hours because I didn't start it last night. But then I though... I don't see why I can't do a mini fast and just go from now until dinner time... So I started my fast, took a shower and started getting ready. About 10 minutes ago I get two doorbell rings and a few very large poundings on the door... It was the deacons coming around to pick up tithing... its Fast Sunday! Every time! Why do I ever disregard promptings when they are always right?!

PS... Those kids should not be knocking like the dang police! Freaked me out!

My Friend's Writes for the Paper

Okay, so one of my friends from church just started writing for the Davis Reporter and she asked her friends to share her article so she gets more views. The more views she gets the more she gets paid. I agreed to it, never having read any of her stuff, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I'm highly critical as you may know... anyhow, it was amazing and I really loved it. You should read it... a.) to support her, and b.) because its a really good article. Seriously! Anyhow, hope you like. Click the image below to be redirected to her full article.

                            

Photos We've Stumbled On

So... I've now got Jon stumbling like crazy. Here are a few pictures he came on and they're pretty darn cute!

Stumble!

Okay, so I found this cool new application... well, I didn't find it... a gal from work introduced me to it and its really cool! This was the first thing I stumbled upon tonight and I think its pretty funny!

Foto Fun

I realized last night that I seriously had to change our Vimeo picture because its been the same one for... a year and a half, maybe two years. Anyhow, I played with this photo forever just in Pages and I really like how it turned out. Hope you like it too.

You can also see it on our Vimeo page by clicking here.

iPhone Meet Verizon, Verizon Meet the iPhone

Short little entry here... I am SO excited that Verizon and Apple have finally come together. Well, I say "finally" but I mean as of February 10, 2011. I have completely switched to Mac and I love my iDisc. I love that I'm completely connected. No matter where I go, I have the same information in my calendar, in my address book, my email, etc. Its fantabulous! I've actually been debating for a while to switch phone companies, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I've been with Verizon since 2004, and Jon's been with them for far longer. It was just more simple to stay, but now they're giving me exactly what I want... an iPhone.

Thank you Verizon. And Apple... see, I told you it'd make a great pair. I hope its a happy relationship that lasts a very long time. Best of luck you two crazy love birds.

Beverly Beach - Part III

Last set. Okay, so this is a continuation of the Nieces section. First Becka, havin' fun.

Next Nora. She's running from the water and then looking at how wet her pants just got. As you can see she couldn't outrun it.

And Ava... In one she looks like she's gazing off into the distance... the second makes me think... Down... Set... Hike....

I so love this picture of Nora and Oliver. Its so sweet. Ahhh, love it! And... well, we took a lot of great shots of Oliver, so here's a little Oliver section.