Well its the BIG 8! Trever turned 8 on July 22nd. I know its been a long time!! For his birthday we went to Bakersfield and went shopping, he got a bunch of matchbox cars and a case for them, and Nerf gun that has two guns and two vests and Velcro darts that he and Alex have shot each other ever since. We ate Taco Bell for his birthday lunch and he got sick in the canyon on the way home, just like he always does. Being LDS this is a big birthday for him because he gets to be baptized. . We did it with another little girl from church. I'll post on his baptism later. Trever is a GREAT kid. He has been difficult because he defiantly has a mind of his own and likes to do things HIS way. His way is usually just like his dads way because he trys to be JUST like him, and wants to do everything with him. He's good at sports, he's just a natural athlete. He is probably the funniest person I have ever met. He always has a witty comeback and his facial expressions are so dramatic. He pukes over EVERYTHING, which is funny in itself. (It is, you would have to see how we can make him.)When he grows up he wants to be a Troubleman just like his Papa Hurley, and uncle Kenny. He loves his hunting dog Maggie, he loves to hunt birds and once carried a quail head around in his vest pocket for weeks until I FINALLY found what was smelling up my laundry room. He loves horses, and not just riding, he will clean stalls and feed and take care of them. He is an amazing athlete, whether it's dirtbikes, baseball or football, he does great. He isn't always nice to his brother and sisters but loves them in his special way. He has a huge heart.
Now his birth story. This one is a little hard for me, mainly because I swear I blocked it out for a year after he was born so I missed out on a lot of the details. July 22nd in the morning I had a Dr. appt. They had been stopping my labor for months and that day they said they wouldn't stop it if I went into labor again. I guess he heard that and decided to wait untill I was really tired. So I was feeling weird when I went to bed, I suspected contractions but didn't really think it was happening. Finally about 4am I woke up and took a shower, they didn't hurt but I was so tired and hadn't been sleeping well. I decided they were contractions and were only like 4 minutes apart so I woke up Jim and talked him into calling his friends that were coming to watch the kids if I went into labor. This is when we lived in Colorado Springs and had NO family anywhere nearby. They arrived about 45 minutes later and the hospital was only 2 blocks away. They got me in and checked and I was already 5cm. They offered a wheelchair ride down the hall to a delivery room, but I wasn't in pain so I walked. I informed them that I wanted an epidural so to meet me there. They did! Even though I still had NO pain I got the epidural. (Haven't you heard of those women who wait until it hurts and miss out because it's too late?) It seemed like it took forever to get the epidural, but as soon as they were finished, I mean I rolled over and started pushing. Trever was born 5:34am on July 22nd. Now this part gets fuzzy... I saw PANIC on every ones face and they were calling the NICU and they let me see him but he was bluish grey and I told them to help him. They rushed him off with a mask over his face that they would pump every few seconds to breath for him. Jim asked me what he should do, stay with me because it happened so fast NO ONE was there yet, or go with the baby?? I told him to go with the baby, the nurse cleaned up and withing 15 minutes she left. I was alone, and then the epidural kicked in so I couldn't walk and had NO idea if my baby was even alive. It seemed like an eternity before Jim could come back and tell me that they stabilized him. He was 6 weeks early, he weighted 5lbs, I have NO idea if there were oz in there. I have NO idea how long he was. His lungs weren't developed but they wanted him to strengthen them so they didn't start him out on a respirator, but within a day he had tore a hole in his lunge and had to be put on a respirator. He had IV's in his poor head. We finally got to hold him after 9 days and he got to come home, on oxygen, after 12 days I think. Like I said I have NO idea, it's all blocked out. I guess that is why he is so stubborn, and such a fighter. After that we decided 4 kids were enough, and we could always adopt later. A short 6 weeks later Trever was BACK in the hospital for 3 days with RSV, a respiratory virus that can be deadly for newborns. He was fine!
Trever, we love you!!
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