The Story of My Baby Boy

So, let me take you back to 3 years ago...Sunday August 22, 2004...I was 9 months pregnant with our 2nd child (who was supposedly a boy, but he would never cooperate with the ultrasound completely, so I wasn't positive that he wasn't a girl). I was completely freaked out because I was scheduled to be induced the next morning. We spent most of the day hanging out and arguing about middle names. I was close to tears all day, tears for the unknown of being induced and also tears for the change in my family. Hayden would no longer be my one and only; and how could you possibly love a 2nd child just as much as you love the first!


My mom came up to stay over so that she could be here with Hayden when we went to the hospital. I was pretty anxious and could not sleep. I went downstairs and watched the gymnastics in the Summer Olympics. I had Braxton Hicks contractions all night long, but they were never regular nor did they ever hurt. My water broke at 3:00 am, so I woke Dee and told him we needed to go. I woke my mom to tell her, then I had one contraction that I remember hurting a bit.


I knew something was different, than when my water broke with Hayden, I could tell we needed to hurry, so I went and got in the car. I swear I sat there for 10 minutes waiting for Dee, he was busy primping himself (which he normally doesn't do, so I don't know why he chose this night to care about his appearance). I was feeling the need to leave immediately, so I opened the garage door, I started the car...still waiting for Dee. We pulled out of the garage and I told Dee to HURRY! Then I said let's just go to the Payson hospital, but NO....being a man he said, "we can make it to Provo". Yeah Right!!! He wasn't the one squeezing with all of his might to not let this baby fall out of his body. Ya know those handles in your car, the "Oh Sh** Handle", they make those for a reason. They are great to hold onto when you feel the major need to have a baby in the car.

So we are driving 90 down the streets in Payson. We reached the freeway and then sped up to 100, which still was not fast enough for me. I was yelling at Dee to call 911. He was swearing at me because he didn't know what to do. It's amazing what goes through your mind at a time like that, but all I could think about was that our car was brand new, and I could not have a baby in it!
I finally convinced Dee to call 911, at this point I was yelling at him to pull the car over. The 911 operator was telling him to pull over, but he just kept driving. Thankfully the operator finally convinced him to pull the car over. She was giving him instructions, so he came over and told me to take my pants off, then he said "yep she's crowning". So Dee got ready to deliver him. Holding his cell phone by his ear, listening to the instructions of the operator; he put his hand on the baby's head to keep him from coming too fast.

Just then a Highway Patrol Trooper came flying up to us. I just remember thinking, wow she's a girl! She sent Dee to her car to get her maternity kit. As Dee got back she was just catching the baby, who literally just fell out. I said is it a boy-and yes it was a boy! They found the nose sucker in her kit and suctioned the baby. He never made a peep! He just sucked his thumb. She gave him to me to hold, at that point it seemed like an out of body experience for me. They could not find the umbilical cord clamp, so she just held the cord as hard as she could until the ambulance got there. We had to wrap him in a blanket from her trunk, it was made of wool and it was all scratchy. She later told me that she was so scared that something was wrong, because he never cried. But it turned out that he was just possibly the best baby ever, and he really truly never cried. After it was all over I remember the trooper saying, "oh by the way, my name is Kellie". She was so cute! All of this happened in just 15 minutes. When I looked at the clock it said 3:15!


My first trip in an ambulance was an interesting one at that. I realize that the EMTs are all volunteers, but come on people. I was completely in shock and they made me hold the baby all the way to the hospital. I don't know how I didn't drop him. Especially when the driver kept hitting the stupid construction orange barrels!

As I said earlier, we had argued about what Rylan's middle name would be. Dee really wanted to name him after his grandpa Ron, but I just didn't really like Rylan Ron. The next day, Kellie came to the hospital to see us, and I asked her what her last name was. She said Oaks. PERFECT! Rylan Oaks Nuttall...have you ever heard such a cute name in your life! Plus his initials spell R.O.N. How awesome is that!

Now I remember that when we called Brook & Melissa and Lewis & Florrie later that morning they all just laid in bed and laughed at our predicament. Come on guys, that's not nice!

That night has forever changed our lives. That special spirit that came into our home has been one of the greatest blessings ever. He was my angel baby. And now, he's just so cute that even when he's naughty, you just can't get mad at him. I love him with all my heart and I am so grateful to have him in our lives I cannot believe that my baby is 3 years old today.
I love you Ry---Happy Birthday!

While the World Mourns, the Heavens Rejoice!

This past week our Church has mourned the loss of a beloved leader, James Esdras Faust. He was a very special cousin and friend to my grandpa Esdras Reece Finlinson. It is such an honor to be from the same family as such a great man. President Faust was the pride and joy of a little town called Oak City, and Oak City was the pride and joy of President Faust--he would brag about Oak City and its wonderful people to everyone he met.

We had the special privilege of attending his viewing Monday night, it was a wonderful night and we were able to see family members that we have not seen in years. Let me just say, I have never seen a display of flowers like those that were at his services - they were unbelievable!

Today we were able to attend his funeral, we sat in the tabernacle about five rows from the front. It is such a surreal experience being in such a beautiful building, surrounded by all of the general authorities and other auxillary leaders of the church. When the first brought the casket in, Pres. Hinckley, Pres. Monson and the 12 apostles lined either side of the doorway and the casket was led in between them. It was such an awesome, reverant moment. I have met Pres. Monson and other general authorities before, but I have never seen President Hinckley until today. As they were standing in the front of the tabernacle, we were only maybe 5-10 feet from the prophet, and let me just say, I know without a doubt that he is a Prophet of God. He has a presence about him that is unlike any other I have ever witnessed. He is amazing.

The funeral was wonderful, beautiful, it was one of my most amazing experiences of my life. I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings better, I wish I could use more eloquent words to better describe this experience. But since I can't I'll just sum it all up by saying that it was amazingly wonderful!

This is Brook & I with Pres. Faust ("Uncle Jim" or "Uncle Ez") in 1985 at my grandma's house. (Don't be dissing my outfit--my mom dressed me!)

To finish the day out, once again I was on my favorite local new station KUTV Channel 2. They interviewed several people outside the funeral, and somehow I made the cut - lucky me. I think I'm going to start charging them everytime they want to interview me. I must just be so beautiful they can't resist!

Beautiful Boy

When Hayden was a baby, he of course being my first born, was expected to reach all the milestones in his life ahead of everyone else; he was expected to be in the top percentiles for height and weight; he was expected to behave; he was expected to speak, know his colors, his address, (all by the age of 1), there were so many expectations for him. My Grandma kept telling me to let him be a baby, because it would only happen once. Oh why didn't I listen to her?

Tomorrow is already his 6th birthday. He will be going to 1st grade this year, he has already lost two teeth, he's probably smarter than me (don't tell him I said that), he can do just about everything by himself. He almost doesn't need me anymore. It makes me so sad.

I love Hayden will all my heart. I have learned so much from him. I have had so much fun with him. I am so proud and grateful to be able to be his mother. Most of the time I don't feel like a deserve such a wonderful son. I hope that I can be the best mother to him, and be the kind of mother he deserves.
Happy Birthday Haydee!!!! I love you!!!

check out my slide show for him--I'm still new to it, so I'm not sure how to make it just show up here.
http://www.onetruemedia.com/my_shared?z=1d29ac3a28039693de962b&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url

Apparently if you start a post and save it, it will be posted as of the date it was started. Since I didn't know that, check out my post of Big Rock it's down below Hayden's baby names.

Hayden's Baby Names

To my sisters-in-law:

I have another baby name to claim. You all know of Hayden's "beautiful" name he chose for his future baby sister, Linda (I know, Linda is a great name---if you are a grandma!) Well he has come up with another name for his lucky baby sister (thank heaven there is no guarantee that he will ever have a baby sister to name). His newest "beautiful" name that he has chosen is Carol. Doesn't that just have the sweetest sound to it, can't you just picture cute little 2 year old Carol going to nursery.
I was telling my family about these darling names and being the smart people they are, they said, "well why can't you use both and call her Carolinda". Now why didn't I think of that! So for all of you thinking about having another baby just remember that Carol and Linda are off limits for names, because they are mine!
I just love Hayden, he is such a doll!

Big Rock Candy Mountain

We spent last weekend with my family at Big Rock Candy Mountain. After five years of working for the owners, and five years of them bugging me to go down and stay---we finally went.
Bill, Ann, Jono, Chad, Laura, Brynn & Deegan went with us also. (When I said we went with my family, that of course was including them, because they complete our family.)

We stayed in the cabins which had names like Robbers Roost, Butch Cassidy and the Sundancer to name a few. The cabins were not a Ritz for sure, but for anyone that has ever stayed in the cabins at Fishlake-compared to Fishlake these were amazing!
Jono was always helping the kids do crafts or eating at their table. We told him that either he was going to be a kindergarten teacher or he would have 12 kids!
This is Rylan's playdoh interpretation of Big Rock Candy Mountain.
We tried kayaking in the Sevier River. It was my first time, and I think it would have been a lot easier if Ry's head wasn't in the way. It was great, I wish I could do it more often, it was fun exercise.

We also went white water rafting--it was a blast! I can't wait to do it again. We took the kids this time, so I think the guides took it kind of easy on us-next time the kids are staying home. My boys loved it, Brynn and Ryder-not so much. (if you look closely in some of the pics you can see the kids heads)
Sorry Claire, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you are not the only baby in Rylan's life. He spent all weekend touching, looking at, talking to, feeding, and tending Deegan. I have never seen a boy love babies the way he does. Maybe he'll be the one to have 12 kids.
I introduced my fam to Bocce Ball, we never did get a serious game going though, because the kids always wanted to play. Let me tell you though that grass was far from ideal to play on.
There was lots of mud to play in. The kids also went fishing although they didn't catch anything. The boys rode their motorcycles. There were a few 4-wheeler rides too. The food at the cafe was great. We had such a great time. I can't wait til we go next year. Until then, if my bosses ask me to go down, I won't hesitate.

Now, it wouldn't be a normal week for us, if we didn't make at least one trip to the doctor. Hayden, Rylan and I rode home with my Mom & Dad. Dee had left earlier. We were going to stop at the Fremont Indian Museum and at Cove Fort. Hayden was having a hard time with his asthma, and Dee had taken his inhalers in the car with him. I thought that Hayden would be fine until we got home (I should have known better). We had just gotten to the Museum and Hayden told me he wanted to go. He was really struggling to breathe. So we made a trip to the Emergency Room in Richfield. I felt so bad for him, it made me so sad to see him in pain and to see his fear. The doctors and nurses were so cute with him, he was such a great patient; he made it easy on everyone. They gave him a breathing treatment, an oral steroid, and an inhaler to go. He was immediately back to his normal self, which was so good to see. I am so grateful for the medical technology that we have today. We are truly blessed.
Hayden got a sucker for the road, and he was nice and got one for his brother too.

Only 6 more days!

If I was cool like Dave, I would have a countdown clock on my page. But I am not that technologically advanced, so I will just have to watch my calendar until August 7--and then I have to wait for my copy to come in my mail box. I'm so excited!