I just recently came across a blog post I had made in 2012 when Kaylee and Connor were both young. I shared my experience taking them to a movie theater by myself. It was fun reading, so I thought I would share my experience from yesterday evening. 

Why does it seem at the end of pregnancy that days feel like weeks, and weeks feel like months! It seriously feels like everything is in SLOW MOTION at the end of pregnancy, and boy do I get onry and anxious to meet the baby. At my 36 week visit the doctor had told me I was just shy of being dilated to a 3 and 70% effaced. Dr Hansen joked about not waiting too long to go to the hospital so I didn't deliver in the car. That definitely didn't help in making me think it was going to happen sooner than later, and made the wait seem even longer. 

I haven't written on the blog for a bit. I do a lot of my updates on instagram because is quick and easy to do on my phone, where as the blog I usually have to get on a laptop to type updates. But I wanted to update from the last post and confirm that yes I did miscarry for the 6th time. I tried to wait it out to let my body take care of things on its own, but the HCG numbers kept slowly rising and my body wasn't recognizing that I would miscarry. The nurses would try to give me hope in seeing the numbers rise, but I knew that it wasn't going to work out. Since the numbers were rising they had to have me come in and confirm through ultrasound before letting me schedule a D&C. I was really dreading having to go in to get the ultrasound, but after they did the ultrasound and confirmed that their wasn't a heartbeat and the baby was too small for how far along I should have been they scheduled the D&C. The details of all of it are a little fuzzy, but I remember being hesitant to get a D&C because the more you have the bigger chance of having scar tissue develop and causing you to have a problem getting pregnant again in the future. But after talking a lot about it, we decided to go ahead mostly so we could get genetic testing on the baby to see if we could find a reason as to why I have had so many miscarriages.

In the end I was so glad we got the D&C done, because while most people do not get answers when they do genetic testing....I did. Now I can't remember exactly what they found, but essentially they found a break on our genetics at #3 and #13 I believe. They suggested we meet with a genetic counselor to discuss our options and what it means. But essentially the way I understood it was we have a 50/50 chance of miscarrying each time I am pregnant. For some that have genetic problems like these, their body will continue to develop the embryo and the baby will be born with many complications. Fortunately my body recognizes that things are not progressing the way they should be so I end up miscarrying on my own (though, slow at times).

We talked about meeting with the genetic counselor but I needed some time emotionally to process these last two losses. I felt like meeting with the counselor would just discourage me more, because there isn't anything we can do to prevent the miscarriages. So I felt like all they were going to do was tell me all of the increased risks I had going forward which doesn't give me a lot of hope.

In the end we didn't need to make an appointment with a genetic counselor because exactly 4 weeks after the D&C I took a pregnancy test and got a positive. I had had a negative test before so I knew it wasn't leftover from the D&C. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. We had decided to wait and give my body and our minds some time to heal after all we had been through those last two months. We could have only conceived on one specific day and I had thought I was in the clear because I thought I had already ovulated after feeling the ovulation cramps a few days before. When I told BJ, he was in the bathroom helping our 2 year old sit on the potty and he said, "What!? I can't even have sex with my wife without getting her pregnant". ha ha. Needless to say we were both really nervous and had a hard time getting excited throughout most of the pregnancy. Even at the end when I was about to have our sweet baby girl, I was nervous something would happen then. It just didn't feel real. It was real however and we are now blessed with the sweetest daughter and are overjoyed of our blessings.

They ran my HCG just under 48 hours after the first draw and it stayed at 29. I have felt some cramping here and there, but nothing has happened yet. I am starting to wonder if I was wrong and if it was just leftover from the last miscarriage? Still feeling like we can try again to get pregnant at this point. It definitely helps that I wasn't farther along and didn't have higher levels of hormones. Hoping and praying we will get our answers soon.

Exactly 4 weeks after my D&C on July 5th I got a very very faint positive pregnancy test. I had taken one 2 weeks after the D&C and it was negative, it was also negative on July 4th. The test was then a lot more visible and less faint on July 7th. Since I have been pregnant 10 times now, I am pretty aware of my body and my guess was I ovulated June 24th-25th because I was feeling cramps, right kidney pain, and pain in boobs. I then felt slight cramps, tired, and at the end of the night cramps on the right lower front side on July 1st, but then more what I felt like where "implantation cramps" on July 2nd.

My doctor's nurse called me randomly yesterday on July 10th when if my calculations were correct, I would have been 4 weeks 3 days pregnant, to see how I was doing after the miscarriage. She called while we were driving home from a vaca in Brian Head, so I covered my head with a pillow and told her I had actually been meaning to call them. Needless to say, she ordered a HCG blood draw and I ran and got it done before I cleaned/vacuumed the car. At this point nobody knew about the pregnancy including BJ. I wanted to help protect him emotionally as best as I could, and I'm glad I did because my level came back at 29. I was expecting at least in the hundreds, but thousands to be confident things were going well. Just the fact that a test usually shows at a HCG level of 20, and usually doubles every 48 hours gave me that confirmation that I was going to miscarry again. I am hopeful it will be a quick and early miscarriage. These are a lot easier to deal with emotionally because I am not as attached to the idea of having a new baby, and the hormones aren't as high yet.

Now, to figure out what to do next.....

This is always a hard post to write. But, I always like to go back and read through what I learned and to help me remember the details. I scheduled my ultrasound for just after 8 weeks to hopefully make it a time that we would know for sure whether the pregnancy was viable or not, so I didn't have to retest or do another ultrasound and wait it out.

I did the ultrasound at 8 weeks and 2 days. I had a ultrasound tech I have had in the past, and I was very grateful because he walks me through it step by step and doesn't make me wait for the NP to tell me. I saw the gestational sac, and I saw that sweet little baby bean- but what we didn't see was a heartbeat. My heart sank. I just kept telling myself to be strong and to hold the emotions in. The baby measured at 6 weeks 5 days. Since it wasn't measuring quite 7 weeks- they said I would probably have to do another ultrasound since some babies heartbeats don't start until 7 weeks. Another heart sinking. He said he would have the radiologist read it, and he would give the final word. My appointment with the Nurse Practitioner wasn't for another 20 minutes, but they didn't make me wait (which I was so grateful for). She came and met me at the ultrasound room and walked me into a room where I of course started to cry. All the fears had come true, and then my next thoughts were.....can I do this again? I had had the feeling we were supposed to have another baby, but could I do another loss?? Could I see the NP or the ultrasound tech give me those sad eyes and tell me they are sorry. She came in and talked about my options of how I would deal with the miscarriage. I told her I would rather just take care of it on my own at home. The recovery is always quicker and easier at home.

I then texted the four people that knew I was pregnant (BJ, Nina, my aunt Becky, and my Mom) and just said "no heart beat" and to BJ "No heart beat, I'm so sorry". After I went into my car and just cried. I knew I wanted to be strong when I got home for the kids and BJ, so I needed some time to let it out before I saw them. When I got home I did pretty good keeping my emotions in check. I had prayed a lot for comfort for whatever happened, and I definitely felt it! I remembered thinking, "I should be crushed right now, and even though I am sad. I can definitely feel God's power". I thought "this must be what Heaven is like. No matter what we have experienced or gone through, we can feel total joy through Him". It really strengthened my testimony on Gods Power.

Well, after waiting for another week and not having any cramping or bleeding. I looked at the summer calendar and decided that a D&C might be our best option to move forward. I was not sleeping well, worrying and going through emotions trying to decide what to do. I just couldn't take the medicine as I was worried I would have to do a D&C anyway, and it would just prolong all the emotions even more. So I called and talked to the doctor. They told me I would have to have a confirmation ultrasound before they would do the surgery, but that the doctor was willing to do it for me so I wouldn't have to go through the ultrasound tech again. We did the ultrasound on 6/4/19 (when I would have been 9 weeks pregnant) and bless her heart, she looked and looked and looked again for a heartbeat. But there was no blood flow in my uterus at all. You could also barely see the baby anymore. The baby was measuring at 6 weeks 4 days and that was at a good angle. It took her a bit to even get that. She tried talking me into taking the medicine to have the miscarriage at home, and I almost did. But I'm glad we went with the D&C on 6/7/19. It was actually Ashlynn's dance performance at Lagoon on that day, so we went and played for a bit before we had to go to the hospital. My amazing brother Nathan and his wife Kelsie came and watched our kids while we were gone. We just told them we were going on a date together. Kaylee was the only one who knew where we went. She had actually asked me a week prior if I was pregnant. I was so confused, and just told her that was a weird question. So when I found out I had miscarried, I asked her why she had asked me that. Come to find out, she had saw my search history and saw me write "pregnant with 5 kids". Smart girl. We had a good conversation and both cried a little together. But she was so sweet and mature about it all, I was glad we talked.

Afterward the D& C I told BJ I was just grateful it was done and we could move on. I was a little nervous for the anesthesia, especially since the anesthesiologist said in the 200,000 surgeries he has done- he has only seen myoclonic jerks 3-4 times! He did say they know there is a correlation with propofol, but said he felt better using that because it helps decrease my risk for bleeding with the D&C. He sat and waited as I woke up from anesthesia, and I didn't have them! I was so happy. BJ and I were talking, and that was my 9th surgery! whoah....way too many! He then said, "and that doesn't even include your pregnancies!!". ha ha. It's true, my body is probably wearing out!

So, here I am 6/8/19 laying in bed with a heat pad on trying to rest while BJ is painting, cleaning, cooking and doing everything for the kids. Man, I am so grateful for him! He does so much for me and our kids and never complains. Heavenly Father knew I needed the best Man out there for me to have as a companion. He knew I needed amazing support and love, and I sure got it!

Well, I made it to 6 weeks. I am definitely over analyzing every pregnancy symptom or lack of symptom everyday. I haven't been very nauseous yesterday or today nor have I been having to pee as much as I remember having to at this stage of pregnancy. I have been having a lot of emotions (crying a lot) and my boobs hurt like crazy. In the middle of the night last night I started panicking and thought about calling the doctor this morning to just run an HCG blood test so I can just know where we stand right now. But, this morning when I was more rational I decided it would be best to just wait it out. We have done the unsure numbers before, and all it did was cause me anxiety and more worry. If it were crazy high then it would be reassuring, but if its borderline it will just cause stress. I just keep trying to stay busy and getting my mind off of it as much as I can.

Yesterday it was Ashlynn's dance recital, and tonight Kaylee and Connor had their tumbling recital. They both did such a good job. It's amazing to see their confidence grow as they get up to perform. Connor was soo nervous last time, but this time he just kept saying "I LOVED IT". Afterwards while I was putting him to bed, he kept giving me hugs and smiles. He smiled really big and said, "You welcome for doing such a good job". ha ha It was the cutest thing ever. He has started to say "Your welcome" to me a lot. "Your welcome for doing what you asked", "Your welcome mom for coming home". ha ha. Love that kid.

Ashlynn did a great job at her dance performance. She knew all of the moves so well, and had so much confidence in performing. We did a moms dance together and she made sure to tell me what I was doing wrong and how to fix it.

Kinslee has been getting more into things lately. She loves to stand on top of the island or table and hear all the kids yell "MOM- Kinslee is on the TABLE". She is also hating the high chair, and is a stinker in eating sometimes. She just had her 18 month stats. She was a whopping 22 lbs.

Kaylee has started to feed the fish a lot lately. BJ had told her that she would need to start feeding the fish and show responsibility before we would ever let her have a dog. I reminded them both that we still don't ever plan to get one. I grew up with a bigger outside dog that I was never close with. I always felt so sad for her being outside on her own. I am also just generally not a big animal person. BJ has to clean the fish tank because I can't move them out of the tank without freaking out.

Well, there is a little update.

I haven't posted on here for awhile because....4 kids 😏 I have posted a lot about what we have been up to on instagram and plan to print some chatbooks. But I really like this blog as a journal, and plan to start going back to as I find time.

Yes, the title says I am pregnant for the 9th time. Crazy. Remember, when we were trying for number #3 and how discouraged I was wondering if we would have anymore kids. Heavenly Father sure knows us and what we need when we need it doesn't He?!

After we had #4 (Kinslee) I didn't ever feel "done", but I also didn't think about having more kids. I took my minipill progesterone only birth control while I was nursing, and then when Kinslee finished nursing at 12 months I contemplated getting an IUD. But after having such struggles getting pregnant before and not getting a "for sure" confirmation that we have completed our family, I just couldn't do it. So I kept refilling my birth control and used it diligently every morning (it also helped remind me to feed the fish). My neighbor Paige got and IUD and gave me the rest of her pills since we took the same thing. At this point Kinslee was almost 17 months old and it felt like I needed to decide my plan. I am 33 years old and not getting any younger. Not to mention, when I saw the fertility specialist they told me my egg supply was low for my age (and that was years ago). I was sooo scared about going through all the emotions that come with that stinken first trimester, especially with my miscarriage history. But I literally could NOT get an IUD. It was as if I was being stopped from doing it. I told BJ about it- and he said he didn't feel like we needed to have another child, but he also felt like Heavenly Father would be happy with whatever decision we made. He described to me my thoughts of not being able to get the IUD as a "stupor of thought". In other words, we should start trying to have a baby. I still could not emotionally do it. It was just tough. After a lot of talk, we decided to finish the birth control I had, and then possibly start trying June of this year and if I didn't get pregnant by Dec then we would let it go.

I finished the birth control in the middle of April. I was then packing to get ready for Women's Conference on April 30th and realized that I had not started my period as I had expected that day. Still not thinking anything of it, I continued to pack. The following day I decided to take a pregnancy test on wimp so I didn't wonder while I was gone. It was very faint, but positive! I left without telling BJ about the test and had full intentions of not telling him until I was 12 weeks. I didn't want him to have to go through what I had to go through.

I went to Women's Conference with a big secret. I had some sore boobs and was starving, but no other pregnancy symptoms. While at Women's Conference I heard a talk by Brad Wilcox that helped me a lot. He described recognizing the Spirit to a traffic light. The RED light is when we are told "NO" firmly, and the GREEN light is a "for sure YES". He then described the YELLOW light as being where we are a lot of times in life...the "unsure" spot. Do we GO or STOP? He said, Heavenly Father will always give us a RED light if we need to STOP. So if we haven't received that, then to PROCEED with CAUTION.

After hearing this talk, I realized that Heavenly Father gave me a clear STOP to getting an IUD and that no matter what happens with this pregnancy that I should continue trying to have another baby. It was such an "aha" moment for me. When I came home and was telling BJ about the things I learned. I told him about the comparison to the Stop Light, and then felt like I should tell him about the pregnancy (2 days after I found out). I felt like I needed him to lean on, and should include him in this even if it's difficult.

I was going back and looking at my previous miscarriages, and am still nervous as most of them were not discovered until 9 weeks. My first OB appointment will be at 8 1/2 weeks. I have prayed a lot for comfort, and I truly have felt it. Now....we wait.

This year the World Horseshoe tournament was in St. George. They hold the tournaments all around the world, so when we found out it was going to be close by we decided to take our kiddo's and join in on the fun. Grandpa Scott really encouraged all the grandchildren to play as they were trying to beat a world record of the most young kids playing in the tournament. Kaylee and Connor had not really played much until this year. So we bought them both horseshoes and let them practice here and there in the grandparents backyard. They both participated in 3 or so tournaments to prepare for the world competition. At first neither one of them could throw the horseshoe into the pit, it was just such a far distance. But after some practice they both started to get it closer and closer. They are still in the 1-2% ringer percentage, but the more they play the better they are getting. Connor LOVES to play, and Kaylee is meh about it. Kaylee likes to play with her cousins but really has no desire to practice.

Today has been a little rough. Ashlynn has been really tricky lately. She struggles wanting to take a nap but can't quite make it the whole day without a nap so she will fall asleep on the couch or floor somewhere right around dinner time if we aren't careful. No matter if she takes a nap or not, she is miserable to put down for bed these days. Her new thing to say to me is "I don't like you. Go out!".

Tonight we changed Ashlynn's and Kaylee's room a little and put their beds back to how they originally had them. Ashlynn didn't like it and apparently while BJ and I were in the bedroom talking she carried all of her bedding onto the floor in Connor's room to sleep. We just left her and are hoping she will just sleep fantastic, but I am not losing hope. ha ha

 BJ then left just after dinner to go home and relieve his dad. He helped put the kids to bed and stayed at the house and got the kids to school the following morning before coming to pick up the baby and I to come home. That evening my brother Nate and his wife Kelsie came to visit.



The following day Tuesday morning/afternoon BJ took Ashlynn to City Creek with his dad while he came to the hospital to pick up the baby and I to go home.

Ashlynn was so cute and sang to her baby sister on the way home while holding her hand. That morning before we left to go home we got news from the hospital pediatrician that Kinslee's bilirubin level was a little elevated. The pediatrician ordered a bili light for Kinslee to use. We called and had the home health agency bring it later that day. We then used the bili light for two nights before meeting with our pediatrician after getting a follow up bilirubin test, where he apologized that the hospital pediatrician ordered the bili lights because he didn't feel like it was necessary and told us to have the home health agency come pick it up. We were very excited for this, because the bili light was very stressful and a lot more difficult than we had realized it would be. They ask you to have the baby lay on it without any blankets, and they are supposed to lay on it unless they were eating. Kinslee kept waking up because she would startle or because her little hands got cold. Needless to say the bili lights were not helpful in our transition home with the baby.

Kinslee Edith Tenney joined our family November 12 at 5:39pm!  We couldn't be more excited for this beautiful healthy girl.  Here's how the day unfolded:

We had decided to do an induction Sunday morning if Kinslee hadn't joined us before then.  Saturday (11/11,) I went to bed, but couldn't sleep well at all.  I finally fell asleep around 11:30, but woke up to Connor yelling for Mom and Dad at 2am.  BJ heard him a little before me and went in to help with a stuffy nose (not sure why he didn't just come into our room for help.)

I had a hard time falling back asleep so I got up to use the bathroom.  Ashlynn came in just after that and BJ helped her get back to bed.  She was back in our room within 20 minutes, so BJ decided he was going to sleep on her floor.  I had some crackers and finally settled back down and was just falling back to sleep at 530am when BJ came back to the bed and woke me up when he hit the cracker bag.  I couldn't fall back asleep after that.
At 6:15, I called the hospital and they told us to come in between 7:15 and 7:30.  BJ's dad arrived a little before 7.  We ate some oatmeal and banana and headed out.





We arrived at the hospital at 7:25 and checked in.  Our tech, Celeste, showed us to our room and got us settled in.  Our nurse Kaitlyn came in at 7:40 and went through the basic check in process.  They checked me and I was 2cm and was 70% effaced.  The IV process started around 8:05 and by 8:25 I'd been poked by 2 nurses in 4 different places without result.  The nurse supervisor showed up at 8:50 and told me to think of flowing and big veins and she finally got my IV in.  The pitocin (4ml) and fluids were hooked up and running at 9:05.

The pitocin started some mild contractions every 3 minutes, but wasn't doing too much, so at 10:15, the nurse increased the pitocin to 6ml's.  At 10:26, I had to pee (BJ was documenting everything early on!)  The nurse checked me at 11:05 and I was 3cm and 70% effaced.  At 11:11, we increased the pitocin to 8. At this point I was sitting on an exercise ball while watching Shark Tank with BJ on the Ipad; it was a good distraction.


I started feeling nauseous, so the nurse brought me a couple jello cups at 12:17pm.  At this point my contractions were about 2.5 minutes apart.  The nurse was a little concerned about the contraction pattern, so she wanted to keep an eye on them over the next little while.  My back was hurting some during these contractions as well so we turned off Shark Tank and I was sitting on the edge of the bed.  At 1:10, the nurse wanted me to try a different position during the contractions called Sims position.  I layed on my left side and put a peanut ball between my legs. At this point the pain was not too bad, but I was listening to Adele on Pandora with headphones and squeezing a stress ball while taking slow deep breaths to help keep me relaxed. 

Around 2, the nurse checked me again and I was 3+ cm and still 70% effaced.  We increased the pitocin to 12 and then I asked to be hooked up to the portable monitor.  The nurse couldn't get it to work and they kept leaving and coming back trying different things to the machine. I was frustrated I hadn't progressed much and was getting antsy to just have the baby. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and kept saying to BJ, "This is so stupid!"  We were facing the bathroom and we heard someone talking through the walls, so he sang quietly, "Hello from the other side."  It kept me laughing, but I told him he needed to sing it loud.

Once we finally got the portable hooked up, we started walking around.  A couple of ladies were also wandering around the hall waiting for someone they knew to give labor and passed us at one point while I was bent over in pain from a contraction and just stopped and turned their heads and stared at me.  We tried to avoid them after that: Have you never seen a woman in labor!?  We also saw the anesthesiologist walk into his office with some food.  BJ joked that he was going to go wave at his window and ask for some food.I was grateful for BJ's humor to help me get through the contractions and the waiting game. I felt soo much better after walking around. We then ran into Dr. Hansen on our walk and she gave me the option to continue to walk around or to have her break my water. I was hesitant at first because I knew once they broke the water the pain was going to get a lot worse, but I was also ready to see my sweet baby girl.

At 3:24, the doctor checked me and I was 4cm, 80% effaced and baby was a -2 and very well applied.  The doctor then broke my water and as I anticipated things started getting a lot more painful.

By 4:30, the pain in my back was really bad during the contractions.  BJ had tried putting pressure on it with his palms while I sat on the bed, but that wasn't helping very much.  I tried putting pressure on it as well, but couldn't ever get in a good position.  So I tried getting on my hands and knees on the bed to see if that would help.  It did help some, but wasn't enough relief.  I finally stood up, put the medicine ball on the bed and leaned over that while BJ put his palms on my lower back.  As I breathed through contractions, I would rock back just slightly so his palms would slide up my back an inch or so.  This was the worst pain I've ever had during labor. 

Around 5:15, Dr. Hansen and nurse Kaitlyn came in the room and started setting up for the delivery while BJ and I worked through the contractions.  I started feeling pressure at 5:25.  Dr. Hansen checked me while I was standing, which was really crazy.  I was 7cm, 0 station, and paper thin.  The contractions were coming every 2 minutes and my back was in the worst pain I've ever felt.  I kept saying, "I can't do this," but everyone in the room kept encouraging me.  I sat down on the edge of the bed around 5:30 and BJ got behind me as we worked through that last few contractions.I kept waiting for "transition" to start because I knew it wouldn't be too long after that hit, but it felt like it took forever for that to happen. I knew the doctor was in the room, but i was facing the other way and mostly had my eyes closed. I hate being loud or causing attention on me, but the back pain was so severe so the only thing that helped was moaning in a low voice.

It was just before my second to last contraction and Dr. Hansen was at the edge of the bed.  I said, "I'm never doing this again!" and she laughed and responded "I love you!"  (I didn't think it was funny!)  I pushed the head out during my last contraction and Dr. Hansen said I needed to get my legs up on the bed and lift up just a little so she could get a better angle at the baby.  I lifted up, gave one last push and Kinslee arrived at 5:39. 








They had asked us beforehand if we wanted to do "skin to skin" and "delayed cord clamping". We didn't get those options with Ashlynn since she was rushed off to the NICU, so we decided to try for it this time. It was a little different experience than I imagined. They set baby right on my gown as they had me move over in the bed so Dr. Hansen could stitch me up (I got a 2nd degree tear) as well as deliver the placenta. As I was holding our new bundle of joy I looked over and saw tears in BJ's eyes and he mouthed to me "I love you". It was the sweetest moment. My IV then started beeping because my hand was bent holding Kinslee. They told me to keep that hand straight because they had Oxytocin running and it was important. They then took my left hand and got a blood pressure. It was very difficult to hold the baby and have both arms being used. After about 10 minutes the baby started trying to eat, so they encouraged me to feed her if I could. They then helped me pull my gown down and I started nursing the baby, but then had the IV in my right arm keep beeping and the blood pressure continually being checked on my left arm. It was very difficult. They finally paused the IV for a little bit so I could feed her, but then told me I had to put my arm straight. By this time it was around 30-40 minutes of skin to skin and they apparently usually do an hour. I then asked BJ if he wanted to hold Kinslee and asked the nurse if I could get up and use the bathroom and get a new gown on. She seemed a little surprised, but I was a mess and really wanted to get cleaned up a little so I could enjoy those moments holding the baby. 

I got up to the bathroom and got cleaned up. Just after the hour mark at 6:50 ish they came in and weighed Kinslee and gave her the eye drops and Vitamin K and Hep B Shot. She weighed 6 lbs 15 ounces + so they rounded up to 7 lbs even. she was 20 inches long. Oh I should mention...at this point we did not know what we were going to name the baby.

While BJ was holding the baby after I got cleaned up, he said to me "Well, should we name her Mckenna then?" I didn't know why, but I didn't think that was the name we should choose. The baby was so small and seemed so delicate, and I thought a different name would be better but wasn't sure yet which one. It was important to us that we named the baby after someone we felt really highly about since all the other kids were named after someone. We decided to think about it for a little bit and headed up to our room in postpartum. We had originally wanted to have the kids come visit that night, but by the time we got up to our room it was around 7:30 pm and neither one of us had eaten anything and were pretty tired, so we decided to wait until the morning to have people come by. Before we headed to bed I looked at BJ and told him I thought we should name the baby Kinslee Edith Tenney after my amazing grandma Scott.