Just a reminder

April 15, 2009


Just a reminder that the March for Babies is coming up on April 25th, and Team Weemmax is still collecting donations to this very worthy cause.  The March of Dimes donates 77 cents for every dollar that is donated through this event to families of babies like Emma, Max, and Wes – and the thousands of babies who are born premature or sick each and every year. 

If you can’t/don’t want to make a donation, and just want to walk with us, please feel free to join our team – the more, the merrier!  The walk takes place this year on April 25th, at Civic Center Park, and we are hoping for good weather so that Max and Wes can “walk” with us (strapped to their mommy and daddy’s chests).  To make a donation (we still have $275 to go to meet our goal of $1000), or join our team, please click on the photo above.  And for those of you who have already donated – Emma, Max, and Wes, and their families thank you so much for your support!!!


Team Weemmax!!!

March 28, 2009

Every year, the March of Dimes puts on the “March for Babies”, which helps and gives hope to families whose little ones are born too soon or too sick.  Our good friend, Ivory, whose daughter, Emma, was born at 29 weeks last year (and just celebrated her first birthday this month!!) walked with Team Amazing Emma last year.  She was generous enough to not only be the woman behind the meal deliveries we’ve been getting for the last two months, but to also organize a team in honor of all three of our babies for this year’s March for Babies.  For every dollar we raise, the March of Dimes donates 77 cents to this very worthy cause – and we are using our blog as a place to ask you to donate to the babies like Emma, Max, and Wes – and the thousands of babies who are born premature or sick each and every year.

If you can’t/don’t want to make a donation, and just want to walk with us, please feel free to join our team – the more, the merrier!  The walk takes place this year on April 25th, at Civic Center Park, and we are hoping for good weather so that Max and Wes can “walk” with us (strapped to their mommy and daddy’s chests).  To make a donation, or join our team, please click on the photo below, which is pictures of the three kiddos when they were all around a month old.  Emma, Max, and Wes, and their families thank you so much for your support!!! 



I just want to put a PSA out there because I know sooo many people (including Jeff and I) didn’t know that you should have a carbon monoxide detector on EACH FLOOR of your home.  Last December, one of my friends (who is pregnant with baby #2) and her 2-year old daughter came very close to death’s door because of carbon monoxide poisoning.  Here is her story…

“After hearing about the family in Aspen that died from carbon monoxide poisoning a couple of week ago, DH and I talked about getting a detector. Being the procrastinators that we are, we didn’t do it yet. When we woke up and our furnace was broken on Thursday morning, we confirmed that we “definitely need one”. Well…that was TOO late.

On Thursday Ivy and I were home alone – like normal. I put her down for a nap and about 45 minutes later I heard her screaming. When I went upstairs to check on her she was still asleep but appeared to be in pain and her eyes were open but rolling back in her head. I thought I needed to call the nurse line because it didn’t seem like Ivy at all. By the time I left her room I was feeling VERY ill. I stopped in the bathroom to get sick and woke up on the bathroom floor after I had apparently passed out. I crawled to the bedroom (still not making a connection that Ivy and I were both behaving oddly, as I was clearly already “out of it”) and tried dialing Matt at work. It took 3 tries before I got the number correct and reached him. I could barely form a coherent sentence. I told him I thought I passed out and asked if he could call me back in 15 minutes to check on me. I also told him Ivy was behaving oddly. He called back in 15 minutes and there was no answer.

Matt immediately left work (also not making a carbon monoxide connection – he thought I just passed out). 5 minutes after leaving he remembered that our neighbors (the girls who babysit Ivy) have a key to our house. He called them and the high school age girls were home. He asked them to check on us and call him back. When they arrived at the house Ivy and I were both unconscious. They took Ivy out of the house and called 911 from their home. I didn’t come to until they were working on me in the ambulance (very surreal experience). I spent a portion of the night in a hyperbaric chamber and Ivy had to spend it with oxygen on (due to the quick thinking of the girls in removing Ivy immediately from the home, she had less exposure than I did). Getting a 2 year old to breathe oxygen from a mask is no picnic.

Anyway, we are both safe now, due to a series of happy miracles – me waking up after originally passing out and being able to call Matt, him thinking to call the girls next door, and them being home (this was the ONLY day this week they would have been home at that time), we are safe and doing pretty well. We are obviously shaken up as it is very clear that with even a little more exposure Ivy and I easily could have been brain damaged or dead. Poor Matt had to pull into a cul-de-sac filled with firetrucks and ambulances. He saw them carry his unconscious daughter and wife into an ambulance and understandably is very upset about the whole experience.

So…after this VERY long story – PLEASE don’t procrastinate like us. If you don’t have a carbon monoxide detector GET one NOW! I NEVER smelled gas. I didn’t even feel remotely bad until I stood up to check on Ivy. Within minutes I was so sick I was almost incapacitated. It happens FAST!! Learn from our mistake!”

Last night, the two teenage girls who pulled Ivy out of the house were honored at a local fire station.  Here is a link to the news coverage. 


Jeff and I both got very emotional watching it, thinking of Brandi’s family, and then our little boys.  Thanks to Brandi and Ivy and their story, we now have a carbon monoxide detector for each floor of our house (we also bought two fire extinguishers, again one for each floor).  It was a very small price to pay for a little bit of peace of mind.  So PLEASE, if you don’t have a carbon monoxide detector for EACH FLOOR of your home, go buy one TODAY!!!



Infertility Awareness Week

October 21, 2008

This week, October 19-25, is Infertility Awareness Week.  If you had told me three years ago that I was going to care about Infertility Awareness Week, I would have just shrugged my shoulders, but a lot has happened in the last three years.  As a couple, Jeff and I are infertile.  Chances are, we wouldn’t have been able to conceive had it not been for the miracle of science, and we thank our lucky stars for that every single day.

A lot of people think that infertility is a label that you slap on someone when they are getting impatient with the “natural” process of conceiving children.  The people that think that way tend to think those people just need to “relax”, and let things happen as they may.  They are clueless to the fact that infertility is a disease, and you can’t just “relax” to cure it.  Infertility happens in some way, shape, or form in one out of every six American couples.  One in six.  Chances are if you don’t know anyone struggling with infertility that’s because they are private with their struggle, or perhaps they are ashamed to “admit defeat” on something as natural as conceiving a child.

For Jeff and I, our struggle was a very public one.  After dealing with it silently for several months, we discovered that we needed the support of our friends and family to help us deal with what soon became a very difficult situation.  The last three years have been hella-hard, to the point that sometimes I wondered if this thing called “infertility” would take my marriage.  There were times in the beginning of our struggle when it bothered me more, and I was pissed at Jeff for not being more supportive, sad, empathetic, etc.  There were times about a year and a half in when it bothered Jeff more, and he would wonder why I was beginning to just not give a shit about it.  I became despondent and withdrawn, and I almost didn’t care anymore.  We didn’t need kids, we had each other, right?

When I finally pulled my head out of my ass about all of this, and we really began focusing on our infertility and our strong desire to have at least one child, we were a team.  Team Mastera.  Nobody could stop us – we were going to win this battle, no matter what the cost.  And oh the cost – it still sickens me to this day thinking about all of the money we’ve spent on our dream of having children.  The fact that we have absolutely nothing in savings because of the two tiny little beings in my belly both frightens me and excites me at the same time.  We got lucky.  We know that.  But man, thinking of raising two children in this day and age with no “nest egg” is scary business.  Anyway, back to Team Mastera – when we turned our attitudes around that this was going to work, it just happened.  We got to that point where we KNEW we would be parents – some way, some how.

Enough of my incessant rambling…I just wanted to recognize Infertility Awareness Week in some way.  Being infertile for three years changed me.  I think it made me a much more compassionate, caring person (correct me if I’m wrong), and I know it made me a better wife.  It strengthened Jeff and I’s marriage like nothing else probably would have, and I can honestly say that if we can get through the ups and downs of infertility, we can get through anything. 


Please don’t tell me that you aren’t going to vote because the issues “don’t affect you”, because I promise you in most cases that isn’t true.  I’ve taken this link from my friend’s blog, and I hope she doesn’t mind…


If someone you know thinks voting isn’t important, forward them this link.  If this Amendment were to pass, it would make in-vitro fertilization illegal in the state of Colorado.  Without IVF, Jeff and I wouldn’t have been able to have our own children, and BoGo wouldn’t be making their appearance next spring. 

Not to mention I don’t need ANYONE telling me what I can and cannot do with MY BODY.