Friday, October 26, 2012


so... olive has two costumes. it's possible i like halloween more than a heathy amount. i planned to make her "real" one, but was a little worried that either i wouldn't succeed in making it, or it wouldn't turn out as planned. so we bought her the cutest little elephant costume just in case it didn't work out. well the costume i made did work out, and it is hopefully going to be pretty hilarious and adorable. it left us with the issue of two cute costumes, and of course i couldn't let the elephant go to waste--so she wore it tonight as we carved pumpkins. good enough for me. 

we've got a little cheeser on our hands.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

remember how im the worst at blogging. wowza. my sweet little babe is six months old. time flies. seriously, people don't just say that for fun. olive's infancy has gone by in a flash. she is sitting up, blabbering non-stop, smiling like nobody's business, and interested in every i phone/remote/xbox paddle, monitor in sight. she is a busy, busy girl and we cannot get enough of her. i've taken a picture every month and it's crazy to see so much change in such a short amount of time. 

1 month

 2 months

 3 months

4 months

5 months

6 months

i have been feeling so very grateful and blessed for this little one the last little while. when trials come about you start to realize what is really important, and there is nothing better than the joy of a sweet innocent baby. she brightens my day every day--and i can't even explain how happy and thankful i am to have a happy and healthy little one. being a mother is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me, these past six months have been the most challenging yet best of my life, and i can't wait to soak up every second of the next six. love you forever ms. olive. 

Sunday, May 20, 2012

dear baby o

I am oh so in love with you, little one. Your smiles and coo's make even the very worst days good again. I have learned so much from you already. Forget me teaching you, you are teaching me how to be a mother every day. I've learned that you like your hands and feet uncovered, and that busting out of our swaddle is a nightly routine now. I've learned that bath time will always be the best part of your day (mom and dads too). You've taught me that there really is something better than sleep, and it's your smiles, excited kicking and cooing, even at five am. I've learned that acting like a complete fool for hours on end is totally worth getting a reaction from you. Thanks for being patient with me baby girl, I'm still learning. You are the nicest baby around, your dad and I always wonder how we got so lucky. Happy two months baby olive.

Love your mom

Monday, April 2, 2012

olive you

i debated back and forth on whether i should write about the birth of our sweet olive or not. my thoughts included; "no one reeeally cares to hear all the gory details do they?", "well... maybe olive will want to read about it one day", and "am i really going to sit down with a pen and paper and write as much as i would type?".

the answer to that last question is no, so here goes nothing.

i woke up around two am on Sunday the eighteenth of March--five days past my due date--when i figured it was just time to use the restroom, like always. something felt different though, i was having contractions that were pretty uncomfortable, but not to the point where i was screaming or even ready to wake up the husband; yet they were unpleasant and i knew i wouldn't be sleeping the rest of the night. after a few hours of surfing the web, reading every blogged birth story i could find (trying to find out what it was like for everyone else) and laying in dark silence... i decided to go upstairs, shower and put on make-up. what? i think i was a little out of my mind, thinking that make up would be important at the time.

it got to be around 7:30 when i finally nudged warner "hey, i've been having contractions since two". his response to any sort of contraction had been "how far apart are they?" for weeks. he was pretty terrified that i would just not tell him about it, and that he would end up having to deliver the baby in the car or something. the contractions still weren't that horrible, but they hadn't stopped and i didn't really know what that meant. we decided to give it a go at the hospital, even though my worst fear was to go and be sent home.

well we went, and were sent home after two hours. i was at a one. i won't go into the details of what a one means, cause i don't really like even saying i was at a one. uh, but it seems important, so i'll keep it in here. doc said the nurse could give me a morphine shot since i was on no sleep, and it seemed like things were at least starting to develop. in my sleep deprived state i gladly accepted. we sadly left, but the nurse said she wouldn't be surprised if she saw us back there tonight and kept saying "you will know when you need to come back". i was pretty morphined by the time we got home, i could barely walk in the house, and later i found pieces of tree in my bed that apparently had gotten stuck in my hair on the way in the house.

after four hours of sleep the morphine had worn off for the most part and i was definitely in pain, i was a little nervous though that it wasn't enough pain to go back in. i showered again, and even sat down for sunday dinner with my family, but i couldn't even eat, talk, or enjoy the great conversation. these contractions were waaay worse, and pretty consistently four minutes apart. after putting it off for as long as possible i turned to warner and said "i think it's time to go".

it was around 5:30 by the time we got back to the hospital, the same nurse from earlier came in the door. she looked a little skeptical, and i was hoping, hoping, hoping that i wouldn't be made a fool and sent away again. she got me all hooked up and checked everything out, i was at a four! sooo much relief, and then so much reality hit. i was staying, they were getting me a room, i was having a baby today.

they wheeled me into my new room (everyone should have babies at orem community, best rooms) got me a new nurse and called my doctor. i went into this whole labor thing undecided about quite a few things, not that i hadn't thought about it, but i didn't want to be dead set on something and have it not turn out the way i wanted and be disappointed in any way. i hadn't decided whether i wanted an epidural or not, buuuut i got one, and i am very pleased with my decision. i was able to be calm and relax, even though i was unable to keep my eyes open afterwards when the nurse was telling me important things about birth certificates and social security cards. that's what husbands are good for right? oh, and i never want to know what happened in my back to get my body numb, like ever. i would probably pass out, actually i know i would, good thing i wasn't thinking normally. anyways, the epidural was nice, and it made it so i could have pitocin and speed the process up.

things started to go really fast after that, like reeeeeal fast. i was at a six, then a nine, then i was ready to go. doctor was on his way, and my nurse told me to start pushing. my water never broke, or maybe it did, or maybe there wasn't very much water? anyways, there wasn't a clear time of when that happened, and they saw that olive had, had a bowel movement in the womb, yuck. i think that should have made me pretty concerned, but there were so many nice reassuring people in the room that i felt like everything was going to be ok. the pushing part i really don't remember much of, it was all kind of a blur. i remember warner being next to me, acting like a giddy little boy, so excited about the whole process. i remember my nurse talking in her new jersey accent telling me i better stop pushing cause she could see hair and the doctor wasn't ready yet. i remember the room being transformed and the wizard of a respiratory therapist walking in getting set up wearing a t-shirt and jeans, at first i honestly thought he was just some guy messing around in my room, until he told me as soon as olive was born he would take her and do some stuff to make sure she didn't have too much liquid in her lungs from the above stated bowel movement, and i trusted that he knew what he was doing.

next thing i knew i heard a babies squeaky cry, and i saw the respiratory therapist doing awesome things to olive, like tossing her around cleaning out her lungs. i saw warner, and the amazed look he had on his face, like he couldn't believe what just happened, and i couldn't believe that i was so cool with him seeing what he just saw. he was so excited, and so happy to see olive, he even thought of recording her first cry and sent it to her grandparents, aunts and uncles who were eagerly waiting to meet her. i have never seen such a proud daddy. as for me i was just laying there, trying to see what was going on, but really just waiting to see my baby girl. then they put her on my chest, and it was the happiest thing. i didn't cry, all i could do was just be happy that she was finally here.

olive mae jarman started this phase of her life on sunday, march 18th at 10:05 pm. she was a solid eight pounds, and 21 inches long. she is just the nicest baby, she is cool with just about everything, and doesn't stop making her parents the happiest people.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

what the rush?

so i may have wished a little too hard not to have the baby on leap day... cause she is still not here, and we sorta, kinda want her to be. whoops. in the mean time i still look like this;

Jayson Mansanarez Photography

and we will continue looking forward to being called mom and dad. hurry up baby j, we can't wait to meet you.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


so remember that one time when 2012 decided to be leap year, and how i am very, very pregnant by now--and could possibly burst at any second? well my worst nightmare is that this poor child will be born today, of all days, so that she could only count the number of her birthdays on her fingers (i'm a pessimist). warner seems to think it would be great, cause she could have like 3 birthdays every year. i'm not sure what that means exactly, but he seems pretty excited about it.

if you're looking for me during this extra 24 hours i'll either be in bed, walking around very carefully, or staying completely stationary, all in hopes my water doesn't break before midnight.

btw, i don't think im doing this out of complete insanity, the nurse that was monitoring me on monday said my "uterus is irritable". what?! like i want to hear that. what is that supposed to even mean? sorry about all the uterus talk, but seriously i laughed hard. she was way serious.

here's to leap year--and for me personally--not leaping around.

Monday, February 13, 2012

fully termed

as tomorrow rolls around it marks the milestone of being full term for this little one. it seems crazy to think that it has been that long, and that time keeps going by so quickly. the only things i want to eat lately are desserts. like the desserts at restaurants i usually avoid cause they are crazily overpriced (carrabba's brownie for instance). i like to think that baby has a sweet tooth and it's not just me justifying eating tons of treats.

i'd say we are about ready for this little one to get here, she has tons of awesome things waiting for her, not to mention eager parents. one month till d day.

photos by elisabeth kate photography

Monday, February 6, 2012


i've been thinking a lot lately about how i want to have a playlist for the hospital. not necessarily for the actually birth (though it might help me not freak out) but like before and after. i just want to make sure this baby child enters the world to some really great sounds. parts of the selection include,

Midnight City - M83

The Story - Brandi Carlile

Kavinsky - Nightcall

Arcade Fire - Rococo

College feat. Electric Youth - A Real Hero

plus a lot more brandi and some classic band of horses. i'm thinking she will love it.