In One Short Week

I'll be leaving this handsome stud...

and I'll be spending my days here...

I'm not sure how I'm going to handle this yet. Any Advice?

A Little Scare

I believe the worry part of being a parent has just begun. On Nov. 8 Maven had his two month doctors appointment including those dreaded shots. He's a champ he cussed the nurse but he didn't cry. While we were there the doctor decided he still looked a little jaundice so he sent us over for another bilirubin test. I didn't think he would ever forgive me after taking four tubes of blood from his heel, but once again he didn't even cry.

A couple of hours later our doctor called me saying his bilirubin was higher than he would like at this age and wanted us to go in for an ultrasound. Not only had my poor baby been stabbed with needles and pricked for blood he now couldn't eat anything until after the ultrasound. By the time we got in there the shots were starting to hurt, he was hungry and he did not want that gel on his belly, but we survived.

The next day we got a call from our doctor saying his liver looked good but there was some concern with the gallbladder. We scheduled an appointment with a Pediatric GI specialist in Denver.

By the time we got to Denver we could hardly see any yellow in Maven's eyes and he was still his usual happy self. When the specialist saw him he kind of laughed saying he didn't look jaundice, he was growing well, he was happy and he didn't think we had anything to worry about. He wanted to diagnose him with breast milk induced jaundice, but first he wanted to do some more labs and get another ultrasound by a pediatric radiologist.

Once again Maven couldn't eat anything and he had to be pricked. Of course he didn't even cry. What a tough little guy. He still wasn't a fan of the ultrasound and managed to wiggle himself free from three people holding him down and make a complete turn on the table.

After three long days of waiting we got the results. His bilirubin has dropped by 50% and his gallbladder is already looking better. The doctor still thinks it is breast milk induced jaundice which is harmless as long as the bilirubin doesn't get too high. We will repeat bilirubin tests in a few weeks and go to Denver for another ultrasound in 2 months.

This is one of those

kind of random posts

How about we let the pictures catch you up on what's been going on around here.

Maven was blessed on Nov. 6 at the Oliverson's home in Smithfield. It was an amazing day and Maven was able to have all of his cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and great grandparents there.

Of all the pictures that were taken that day this

is one my favorites with Maven and his uncle Bud.

Whenever we go home to visit Brad gets anxious to get outdoors so we take advantage of what Cache Valley has to offer. Maven may possibly be the only two month old to hike flat top.

Maven's Grandpa Oliverson checking out the view

Of course while we were home Maven was spoiled by his grandma's. He got new toys and he's starting to enjoy playing with them.

I wasn't so sure about these Bumbo chairs but Maven loves sitting up so much we thought we'd give it a shot.

And he loves it!!!

This is Isabelle, Maven's closest cousin in age she is 7 months old.

Poor guy getting beat up by a girl.

He's in training to fight back at Christmas.

I just thought this was funny. After one of Maven's blowouts that Brad was so kind to take care of he dressed him in this. I just thought it was funny that Brad accessorized Maven's outfit with this still too big vest.

Don't you love...

trying to get family pictures.

No wonder we haven't taken one in 23 years.

Choosing Names

Since Maven is getting blessed on Saturday I figured it's a good time to explain why we chose the name Maven.

While I was pregnant we were doing the usual search for the perfect name. We knew what we wanted for a girl but we weren't so sure about a boy name. One night Brad came home late from studying at the library and announced to me that he had a perfect name. MAVEN...I thought about it for a minute and asked him where he came up with that name. He explained that there was an awesome pair of backcountry skis called THE MAVENS. I laughed about it and went back to bed.

Brad didn't just forget about the name he kept bringing it up and it started to grow on me. Of course we started doing our research and found the dictionary meaning.

A maven (also mavin) is a trusted expert in a particular field, who seeks to pass knowledge on to others. The word maven comes from the Hebrew, via Yiddish, and means one who understands, based on an accumulation of knowledge.

While I was impressed with the meaning I decided the meaning it had to Brad was far more important.

Being someone who was named after my dads dog I've always loved my name and the meaning it had to my dad. I couldn't think of a better name for our little man than something that has meaning to us.