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More food
Now that can actually eat anything without being disgusted by the smell I am finally looking Pregnant. The problem is there is not Much to do on the islands when you are pregnant. Everything is outdoorsy. I cant HIKE, surf, stand-up paddle, etc. So I have just been planning my days around Meals and movies! uggg. We went to one of my favorite restaurants last night, "uncle Bo's". Here I am at 27.5 weeks:)
Friday, January 23, 2009
"Feed little Zoe Snails"
So Derek asked me to go to a nice dinner the other night. The choices he gave me were Ruth's Chris and Roy's. Of course both of these places are excellent but i couldn't decide so I told him to chose. A few minutes later he text me "Feed little Zoe Snails". So i knew we were going to Roy's. One of derek's favorite appetizers is the ESCARGOT. The first time he ordered it I was super skeptical but did try it. It's actually not that bad. They put so much butter and garlic on them that it kind of just tastes like a tough sauteed mushrooms. I told him if he continues to spoil her with nice restaurants, escargot, lamb and martinis he might just go broke. I can just imagine when she's 3 years old saying "I don't want McDonalds, I want Escargot and Lamb!" haha
If you didn't notice I added another poll because we are still not agreeing on the spelling of her name. I'm pretty sure he is always going to spell it "ZOE", probably get a tattoo spelled his way and she will wonder why her dad doesn't know how to spell her name right. Oh well. thats it for now.
If you didn't notice I added another poll because we are still not agreeing on the spelling of her name. I'm pretty sure he is always going to spell it "ZOE", probably get a tattoo spelled his way and she will wonder why her dad doesn't know how to spell her name right. Oh well. thats it for now.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
My Brother...MY Hero...EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW CPR!!!
This is an email I got from my brother. It's long but worth it! Everyone should read! He is AMAZING. Love you little Brother.
So yesterday was MLK Jr. day. And I was listening to Dr. King's speech on the "Good Samaritan." I have heard it maybe a dozen times before and I always cry. 30 minutes later, I met up with an old friend for the first time in a month.
On a whim, we took separate cars to her house. She placed an order at a drive-thru as I went inside to order. She got hers immediately and drove home as I waited for several minutes. I arrive at her house, we stop by a cafe to visit some of her old co-workers, and then we head to the park to eat lunch and play a board game.
There was an elementary school on our left, and a track of houses on our right. Just as my friend says, "Let's cross here," I hear some commotion from one of the houses. As we are crossing the street, I hear some cries of distress from the same house. My friend and I both look at each other. "I think I should go check that out," I declared. I walk back across the street and slowly walk up the drive way. There are the sounds of screaming, yelling, crying, and some thudding and clanging. Thinking it may be a domestic violence incident I get reach into my pocket for my cell phone to call 911.
Just then, a woman bursts out of the front door saying, "... yes, we have a medical emergency... [something like] the ambulance is on its way? Please hurry." Thinking that everything that I could have done has just been done, I walk away toward my friend and repeat what the woman said to my friend. "Yea," she says, "I heard her." "Well," I conclude,"I guess there is nothing else we can do. Should we go?"
At that moment, two more women possibly in their 40s burst out of the front door. A middle aged man is carrying an limp child wearing trunks in his arms; he is sobbing. I look to my friend. "Are you certified for CPR?" "Yes." "Should we go over and..." The man from across the street sees me and calls out: "SIR, PLEASE HELP!" I look at my friend and then sprint across the street. The sobbing man is on his knees in the front yard- still holding the boy in his arms. Mechanically, I point to the grass and say, "Sir, lie him down." The three woman are on their knees screaming and crying. The woman to my immediate right is struggling in broken English with the 911 operator on the phone. She looks at me with terror in her eyes, and without any cue, I reach out, and she hands me the phone.
I realize I do not know if my friend is behind me. But there she is... she kneels down and checks the boy's pulse. His eyes are in the back of his head, his mouth gapes open to the sky. He's cold. I say something like, "Hi, I speak English....And my friend is CPR certified... She's about to do chest compress..." The 911 operator begins giving instructions, but I cannot hear anything because of the screaming family. I barely make out the dispatcher saying, "Get everybody away... don't have her start on him yet... tell them to get out of..." The man kneeling before his son-wringing his hands-does not hear me. I do not realize that I am floating across the grass, only to touch his shoulder firmly and say,"Sir, I need you to move back 3 feet that way [pointing behind him] so that I can give the right instructions." And he moves back. I turn around and touch the eldest woman's shoulder (the one who handed me the phone), and I say, "Ma'am, I need you to move back 3 feet so I can hear and give the proper instructions." And she moves back. I put the phone back to my ear. "Okay." "Is his chest moving on its own?", inquires the dispatcher,"Is his chest moving on its own?" "Only with compressions... No, it's not moving."
"How old is the child." "How old is the child," I ask," ?Cuantos anos tiene el nino?" "D-Dieciseis," one of the women replies. [Sixteen] "?El nino tiene dieciseis anos?", I reply back.[The child is 16 years old?] "Siete... s-s-s-siete anos."[7... 7 years old] "The child is seven years old ma'am, "I repeat back to the dispatcher.
After a chest compression, my friend reacts to a gurgling sound inside the child's chest. "Oh no...He's got water in his lungs." My friend studies him pensively, and then begins mouth to mouth and chest compressions. "Ma'am," I say to the dispatcher," He's got water in his lungs." My friend finishes a cycle and the boy's jaw perceptibly twitches, and then stillness. All of the family members throw up their hands in agony and scream. "C'mon Katie,"I part beg-part encourage my friend. She repeats the same cycle... again and again. And every few times, the boy's jaw or neck... twitches... and then nothing...
The dispatcher orders over the phone,"As soon as he breathes on his own, turn him on his side." The dispatchers instructions fade into the milieu of a sun turning yellow, and grass becoming cold.
The police arrive and the cop kneels down by the child's head, next to the father. "The cops are here," I tell the dispatcher. "I'll stay on the line until the ambulance comes,"she replies. My friend keeps at it. I hear myself say,"He's almost there... he's almost there." And after the fourth or fifth cycle, he coughs water and bubbles form around his mouth. Now kneeling, I touch my friend's arm and say... "Now we need to turn him on his side, Katie...Turn him on his side." The police officer, my friend and myself ease the child over as he coughs up water, and vomits. The other family members rejoice and cry out. "All right, he's breathing on his own and he's on his side."
"Have him wiggle his fingers... have him wiggle his fingers..." the dispatcher calmly affirms. The cop overhears me repeat back to the dispatcher and says: "C'mon buddy...wiggle your fingers...wiggle your fingers..." Nothing. His whole family begins telling him in English and Spanish to wiggle his fingers. I kneel down again, and say: "Mueven tus dedos... Si me puedes oir, mueve tus dedos... mueve tus dedos"[Move your fingers (wrong verb form)... If you can hear me, move your fingers... move your fingers...] And the little boy squeezes his hand together once and wiggles his fingers. The family members throw their hands to the sky, and weep. "He wiggled his fingers... the paramedics and firefighters are here, ma'am," I inform the dispatcher. "Okay, thanks for helping...[click]"
The firefighters and the paramedics roll the stretcher onto the grass. The child begins moaning, and then crying. They fit an oxygen mask on his head. He and the father- if I remember correctly- head off in the ambulance. The police question us... everybody. And the grandmother(?) hugs and kisses my friend and I. One of the police officers hugs my friend who did the CPR... who brought this kid back.
We were allowed to leave the scene, and we walked around the neighborhood, trying to process what just happened. We brought somebody back... I later learned there is only a 10% chance that once someone hits that point... no pulse... no breath... for several minutes, there is only a 10% that they can ever come back. And we brought him back. My friend was my hero that day. "You were my conscience, Christian," she said. This was a friend who always thought I was a little overzealous about being a do-gooder. Often thinking that I was looking for problems that might not be present. It all came together... Why... Why do we do this?
Martin Luther King, Jr. explains what I could never justify in words, 'The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But... the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?'" That's it; right there. Whatever the time or place, there is always that moment. There is that wrinkle in time where we have to ask ourselves, "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"
So yesterday was MLK Jr. day. And I was listening to Dr. King's speech on the "Good Samaritan." I have heard it maybe a dozen times before and I always cry. 30 minutes later, I met up with an old friend for the first time in a month.
On a whim, we took separate cars to her house. She placed an order at a drive-thru as I went inside to order. She got hers immediately and drove home as I waited for several minutes. I arrive at her house, we stop by a cafe to visit some of her old co-workers, and then we head to the park to eat lunch and play a board game.
There was an elementary school on our left, and a track of houses on our right. Just as my friend says, "Let's cross here," I hear some commotion from one of the houses. As we are crossing the street, I hear some cries of distress from the same house. My friend and I both look at each other. "I think I should go check that out," I declared. I walk back across the street and slowly walk up the drive way. There are the sounds of screaming, yelling, crying, and some thudding and clanging. Thinking it may be a domestic violence incident I get reach into my pocket for my cell phone to call 911.
Just then, a woman bursts out of the front door saying, "... yes, we have a medical emergency... [something like] the ambulance is on its way? Please hurry." Thinking that everything that I could have done has just been done, I walk away toward my friend and repeat what the woman said to my friend. "Yea," she says, "I heard her." "Well," I conclude,"I guess there is nothing else we can do. Should we go?"
At that moment, two more women possibly in their 40s burst out of the front door. A middle aged man is carrying an limp child wearing trunks in his arms; he is sobbing. I look to my friend. "Are you certified for CPR?" "Yes." "Should we go over and..." The man from across the street sees me and calls out: "SIR, PLEASE HELP!" I look at my friend and then sprint across the street. The sobbing man is on his knees in the front yard- still holding the boy in his arms. Mechanically, I point to the grass and say, "Sir, lie him down." The three woman are on their knees screaming and crying. The woman to my immediate right is struggling in broken English with the 911 operator on the phone. She looks at me with terror in her eyes, and without any cue, I reach out, and she hands me the phone.
I realize I do not know if my friend is behind me. But there she is... she kneels down and checks the boy's pulse. His eyes are in the back of his head, his mouth gapes open to the sky. He's cold. I say something like, "Hi, I speak English....And my friend is CPR certified... She's about to do chest compress..." The 911 operator begins giving instructions, but I cannot hear anything because of the screaming family. I barely make out the dispatcher saying, "Get everybody away... don't have her start on him yet... tell them to get out of..." The man kneeling before his son-wringing his hands-does not hear me. I do not realize that I am floating across the grass, only to touch his shoulder firmly and say,"Sir, I need you to move back 3 feet that way [pointing behind him] so that I can give the right instructions." And he moves back. I turn around and touch the eldest woman's shoulder (the one who handed me the phone), and I say, "Ma'am, I need you to move back 3 feet so I can hear and give the proper instructions." And she moves back. I put the phone back to my ear. "Okay." "Is his chest moving on its own?", inquires the dispatcher,"Is his chest moving on its own?" "Only with compressions... No, it's not moving."
"How old is the child." "How old is the child," I ask," ?Cuantos anos tiene el nino?" "D-Dieciseis," one of the women replies. [Sixteen] "?El nino tiene dieciseis anos?", I reply back.[The child is 16 years old?] "Siete... s-s-s-siete anos."[7... 7 years old] "The child is seven years old ma'am, "I repeat back to the dispatcher.
After a chest compression, my friend reacts to a gurgling sound inside the child's chest. "Oh no...He's got water in his lungs." My friend studies him pensively, and then begins mouth to mouth and chest compressions. "Ma'am," I say to the dispatcher," He's got water in his lungs." My friend finishes a cycle and the boy's jaw perceptibly twitches, and then stillness. All of the family members throw up their hands in agony and scream. "C'mon Katie,"I part beg-part encourage my friend. She repeats the same cycle... again and again. And every few times, the boy's jaw or neck... twitches... and then nothing...
The dispatcher orders over the phone,"As soon as he breathes on his own, turn him on his side." The dispatchers instructions fade into the milieu of a sun turning yellow, and grass becoming cold.
The police arrive and the cop kneels down by the child's head, next to the father. "The cops are here," I tell the dispatcher. "I'll stay on the line until the ambulance comes,"she replies. My friend keeps at it. I hear myself say,"He's almost there... he's almost there." And after the fourth or fifth cycle, he coughs water and bubbles form around his mouth. Now kneeling, I touch my friend's arm and say... "Now we need to turn him on his side, Katie...Turn him on his side." The police officer, my friend and myself ease the child over as he coughs up water, and vomits. The other family members rejoice and cry out. "All right, he's breathing on his own and he's on his side."
"Have him wiggle his fingers... have him wiggle his fingers..." the dispatcher calmly affirms. The cop overhears me repeat back to the dispatcher and says: "C'mon buddy...wiggle your fingers...wiggle your fingers..." Nothing. His whole family begins telling him in English and Spanish to wiggle his fingers. I kneel down again, and say: "Mueven tus dedos... Si me puedes oir, mueve tus dedos... mueve tus dedos"[Move your fingers (wrong verb form)... If you can hear me, move your fingers... move your fingers...] And the little boy squeezes his hand together once and wiggles his fingers. The family members throw their hands to the sky, and weep. "He wiggled his fingers... the paramedics and firefighters are here, ma'am," I inform the dispatcher. "Okay, thanks for helping...[click]"
The firefighters and the paramedics roll the stretcher onto the grass. The child begins moaning, and then crying. They fit an oxygen mask on his head. He and the father- if I remember correctly- head off in the ambulance. The police question us... everybody. And the grandmother(?) hugs and kisses my friend and I. One of the police officers hugs my friend who did the CPR... who brought this kid back.
We were allowed to leave the scene, and we walked around the neighborhood, trying to process what just happened. We brought somebody back... I later learned there is only a 10% chance that once someone hits that point... no pulse... no breath... for several minutes, there is only a 10% that they can ever come back. And we brought him back. My friend was my hero that day. "You were my conscience, Christian," she said. This was a friend who always thought I was a little overzealous about being a do-gooder. Often thinking that I was looking for problems that might not be present. It all came together... Why... Why do we do this?
Martin Luther King, Jr. explains what I could never justify in words, 'The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But... the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?'" That's it; right there. Whatever the time or place, there is always that moment. There is that wrinkle in time where we have to ask ourselves, "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Aloha Susan "aka Zoie's Godmother"
Susan left today :( Since susan is pretty much like my little sister I decided to ask her to be Zoie's godmother. Of course she said "YES" and surprisingly she didn't CRY! Now you have an excuse to come back to Hawaii for the baptism. We had lots of fun (when i wasn't working) going to the beach, northshore to see 35 ft waves, Shopping, we even had a nice girls lunch at Mariposa, and went out with some New friends to sushi and karaoke. Here I am at 26 weeks. Its getting bigger and bigger every minute!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
best friend Lulu
So Susan, my best friend bought a ticket to hawaii last minute and flew over to escape reality for a week. She couldn't have come at a better time. Luckily I've been off 4 days in a row so we have had plenty of time to hang out. We've been shopping, going to the beach, eating...A LOT! went on a catamaran ride, stand up paddling, etc. I had a drs. appt. yesterday and heard the heartbeat. She said everything is good and I gained 7 lbs in a month. She said its ok since thats ALL i gained since i became pregnant BUT i should b gaining 1 lb a week for the remainder of the pregnancy! I am just happy I can eat now and have energy to do things. Here are some photos of susans visit and me at 25 weeks!
Monday, January 5, 2009
xmas and new years
Ok I finally feel well enough to post a blog. Chirstmas was mellow this year! kind of wierd without my brother and sister here. Me, my mom, dad and derek opened presents in the morning. then we went to the beach and surfed:) carly and the kids came the next day. On new years everyone went to our friend dougs house in pearl ridge for dinner and to light some fireworks. then we came back to waikiki for the huge firework show on the beach. Just carly and I went down to the beach. IT WAS CRAZY! so many people and everyone was lighting of bombs into the crowd. we were hidden in a safe spot so we wouldnt be harmed :) here are some updated pix at 24 weeks
Sunday, January 4, 2009
derek's turn at bloggin
well its the fourth day of the new year and the surf is dope... great waves and not so many people... the water is getting colder but nothing like cali... Why do people live in cali??? well if you do ask that question then tell me why...?
Z
Ashley and I have been argueing about zoe's name.. I think that "Zoe" is the dope and princess way of spelling it.. Ashley has different plans.. She wants it to be spelled "Zoie"..maybe we will have our friends vote. Either way she'll be daddy's girl..hahha..
Little scarlett and me have been surfing lately...here are some pictures... aloha.. D
Sick
Sorry I havent updated in a while But im super sick! my mom and the twins came over here with what they thought was ASTHMA..turns out it obviously isn't if I was able to get the same thing. So now I have a major sore throat and terrible cough (which by the way hurts so bad when your pregnant). Anyways I get tormented watching them use their breathing machines, inhailers, and steroids to get rid of their coughs. Does anyone remember getting sick when they were pregnant? did your doctors reccomend anything for sore throats or coughs. Its sunday so the drs. are closed but i need something to hold me over. Gotta go to work but I promise to put photos up soon!
xoxox Ash and Zoie
xoxox Ash and Zoie
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