Category Archives: Baby #2

Slacker McSlackerson


My apologies all around to everyone who has checked in the past 2 weeks. I mean, how did 2 weeks even pass and I haven’t written a thing?! Colin seems to have a bit of colic. Not nearly as bad as Owen, but still enough to make me want to pull my hair out and cry right along with him. I now know I cannot eat 4 florets of broccoli or 7 Brussels sprouts. They WILL give Colin horrible gas pains, make him scream until his face is almost purple and cry non stop. Awesome. I’m pretty much down to chicken, bananas, potatoes, carrots and the occasional Diet Coke. (Okay, I obviously eat more than the items I listed, but that doesn’t make for a good story.)

I was having trouble getting poop stains out of our cloth diapers using our Eco Nuts soap, so I did a load of Colin’s laundry using my homemade detergent, followed by a wash with Eco Nuts. Mistake. I knew Colin’s skin was sensitive to the washing soda, but I didn’t think this much. He has a red rash on his stomach, back and arms from wearing a gown that  he wore last night. Poor little one. I guess for now I’ll keep using the Eco Nuts and just sun the diapers to bleach the stains. Ugh.

Owen is still blowing us away with how much he loves his brother. He has shown no jealousy and only talks about Colin with love. Owen also started peeing in the potty last Monday. It was totally his decision and he’s only had 1 accident. I guess that’s the plus side to letting your 4 1/2 year old decide on his own. 🙂

Breastfeeding is going great the second time around. I’m not nearly as paranoid as I was with Owen, about weight gain and the number of dirty diapers. Colin would nurse all day if he could, but in exchange for using me as a buffet, he only nurses about 3 times during the night. Yeah for sleep!

Well, I am being summoned by a certain 4 week old so I must go. Look for Colin’s 1 month post later this week!


The Birth of Colin Ezra


I’ve been meaning to write this down for like, 17 days now…pardon my tardiness. 🙂 I finally have some time to do it now. Colin is asleep in Owen’s lap and the house is quiet. Perfect.

I had been having contractions for 2 weeks before Colin was even born. I finally just gave up on timing them because I knew they’d eventually fizzle out. I was beyond done being pregnant. Like, SO DONE. I had Owen at 38 weeks. I was pretty sure I’d have Colin at 38 weeks, too. I was wrong. Colin was born at 40 weeks and 2 days. Stinker.

The Sunday he was born (Jan 15) I started having my contractions around 10am. Nothing regular or consistent. 3 minutes apart, 14 minutes, 2 minutes, 20 minutes. Just silly. Owen told me that morning when we were eating breakfast that he was going to be a big brother tonight. Apparently, he was right this time. Some of my contractions were painful, but for the most part I could talk through them. Sean got home from work around 6 and they were getting pretty strong by then. At 7, I had to go to the bathroom and it took me 15 minutes to walk from our bathroom to the kitchen (in our tiny little apartment.) Sean thought he should call Sherry (my midwife) but I told him I was sure it was nothing. He finally called her around 7:30-ish, when I could no longer talk through my contractions and had to stop what I was doing.

I believe Sherry arrived around 8:00pm and when she checked me at 8:30, I was 4 cm dilated. At least I wasn’t zero! My other midwife, Tiffany, her daughter, Malea, and my doula, Rachel (and her baby Travis) all arrived shortly thereafter. We started inflating the birthing pool and boiling water. We went through the hot water in our water heater pretty quickly, so Sean went next door and asked our neighbor if he could drain her water heater, too. Thankfully, she’s really awesome and let us take all her hot water. 🙂 I got in the birthing pool around 9:30-ish and it was fantastic. I kept having contractions and they were definitely getting stronger. I was so happy that this was finally happening. Malea and Owen went into our bedroom and watched a movie, played Angry Birds and read some books. It was so fantastic to have Malea there to play with Owen.

My hubby was beyond fantastic this entire time. I seriously could not have done this without him. He was getting cold wash cloths for me, ice and water, a waffle when I was hungry. Seriously. He’s my rock. Rachel had some great suggestions for helping me relax when the contractions got really intense at the end. I really think everyone should hire a doula. It made such a huge difference.

Around 11:00pm or so, I remember feeling like my contractions were just turning into one big contraction. I didn’t feel like I had any breaks in between them anymore. At 11:24pm, my water broke. Let me just preface this by saying, I am DEATHLY afraid of balloons. They can pop at anytime, so unpredictable, you know? So when my water broke, it was pretty  much a huge water balloon popping. At this point, I tried to get out of the birthing pool. Insane, I know, but I was so done with this birth thing. In my mind, I was just going to walk out the front door. I’d give birth tomorrow. 🙂 I told Sherry I just needed a break before I could push this baby out, and she told me I’d get a break after I had the baby. So not helpful at the time. 🙂 haha

I started pushing at 11:28pm, and at 11:36pm, Colin Ezra Whitney joined our family. His umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck AND his body and Sherry had to get that off of him. He also had a hard time breathing at first, so they gave him some little puffs of air. My midwives were so prepared.

When Colin finally took a breath and cried, I was so relieved. What a beautiful sound!

After Colin was born and I delivered the placenta, I got to get in my own bed with Colin and we just bonded as a family of 4 for the first time. (Then, it was just a family of 3, as Owen and Malea fell asleep in the living room on the couch.) I am so lucky that Owen got to be present to witness the birth of his brother. He talks about it all the time and tells me that it was his favorite day.

Colin’s birth was so incredibly fast. I did freak out at the end and I’m pretty sure I asked for drugs, also….maybe more than once. I also told Sean I changed my mind about having a baby. Also pretty sure it was too late for that. 🙂 Overall, best experience ever for me. My recovery time with Owen was so much longer than with Colin. I didn’t require any stitches after Colin’s birth, and I was up and walking around the next day. With Owen, I swear I was in a rocking chair for 2 weeks.

As of yesterday when Sherry weighed Colin, he was 8 lbs, 3 oz. That’s a 18 ounce weight gain since his birth. He’s obviously nursing like a champ. He’s a good night sleeper, and I don’t know what to do with that. 🙂 Owen was a horrible sleeper and nursed all night long. Colin seriously nurses 2-3 times during the night, but would nurse all day long if he could.

We are so blessed to have these 2 sweet boys. Owen is a fantastic big brother and I seriously don’t know what I’d do without him. Hubby took a week off work and when he went back, it’s almost like Owen just took over.

I am so, so blessed.

1 Week Old


Okay, so technically I should have posted this yesterday, but whatevs. I’m tired.

We took Colin to the pediatrician last Thursday (Day 4 postpartum…omg) for his “new patient” appointment. We found a pediatrician that I think we’ll really like. He was recommended to us by a lot of friends and our midwife. He’s laid back and we like that approach. The medical assistant measured him (19.5 inches….crazy that he shrunk 1.5 inches in 4 days! haha) and he weighed 6 lbs 10 oz. Not bad. The doctor looked him over, deemed him perfect (or something like that) and we were on our way. We take him back this Thursday for another appointment. Not really sure what it’s for? Maybe a weight check or something? I think it’s overkill, but Sean insists we go. I’m 99% wanting to cancel. Ugh.

My midwives came over on Saturday to check on Colin and I. My midwife did the second metabolic screening (aka heel prick aka Mom loses it) on Colin. My other midwife did some reiki on Colin and myself while he got his heel pricked. I surprisingly didn’t cry and felt calm. Gotta love the good stuff. They weighed Colin and he was 7 pounds! Only 1 ounce from his birth weight. He likes to nurse…obviously. 😉 We both checked out fine, and I’ll see them again at the end of the month.

Colin is still in the newborn disposable diapers because the newborn cloth diapers I bought are huge on him and he leaks out the sides and top. Even the newborn clothes are big on him and he likes to sag his pants. haha!

So far, he’s a good sleeper. Like…he usually sleeps about 3-4 hours in a row and I am the crazy mom that wakes him up so I can nurse him. And he’s so different than Owen. With Owen, I could NEVER put him down, even when he fell asleep. He’d wake back up. And right now, Colin is asleep in the cosleeper and I’m sitting on the couch. I mean, so insane that they are complete opposites!

For those of you interested, I’ll be posting my birth story later on this week, when I can finish writing it. Overall, my experience having a home birth was beyond fantastic. I never left my house. I took a shower in my own shower after Colin was born. And Colin never left my side (except for the shower.) He didn’t go to a nursery. He didn’t cry while my midwife was examining him. It was so peaceful.

My sweet Colin, 8 days old

Labor Pickles


They totally work. The labor pickles. 🙂

I’ll share the birth of Colin as soon as I’ve had more than a couple of hours of sleep. For now, we are so in love. He poops, he pees, he nurses. He’s perfect!

Colin Ezra Whitney was born on Sunday, January 15 at 11:36pm. 7 pounds, 1 ounce and 21 inches long.

My midwife checked me at 8:30pm when she arrived (I was 4cm.) 3 hours later, Colin was born. Insane.

So so blessed.

Colin at 12 hours old

40 Weeks aka Due Date


I like to call this phase of my pregnancy “Uncharted Territory.” If it were a song, it would be sung by Alanis Morissette. Of course, I’d star in the music video in all my pregnancy glory. I’m hoping they have some nice costume people on set because it’s getting hard to cover this belly. 🙂

Our dishwasher is officially broken. Good news: The apartment complex is obviously replacing it. Yeah! Bad news: It’s on order and won’t be in for 2 weeks. So, I woke up this morning, took all the dishes out of the dishwasher and hand washed them. This isn’t a biggie to my sis who has actually never even used her dishwasher. It’s a biggie to me.

We are taking Owen to the park early this afternoon. He can play, I can walk laps and try to get this baby out. My body HAS made some progress, however, so that’s encouraging. (If you really want the TMI part of this post, just email me. Otherwise, we’ll let you keep those pleasant thoughts on pregnancy to yourself.)

Pregnancy Highlights!

How Far Along: 40 Week-A-Roos

Size of Baby: 20.2 inches and 7.6 lbs, according to Baby Gaga

Total Weight Gain/Loss: I don’t really think this matters anymore…Right??

Maternity Clothes: I just want a button and a zipper.

Gender: A BOY! Colin Whitney

Movement: Colin hasn’t slowed down one bit. He’s still stretching and moving and gives me a few kicks. Although, he hasn’t had the hiccups as much this past week.

Sleep: That’s a big fat negative. I swear, I have to get up more often to refill my water cup than I do to go to the bathroom.

What I Miss: Getting out of bed without it being a 5 minute ordeal.

Cravings: Ice. Seriously, I have issues with frozen water.

Symptoms: I’ll leave this one at “contractions.” Unless you really want to hear the truth…

Best Moment This Week: My sis mailed me some cloth diapers and I got them in the mail. Oh em gee they are so tiny! They are washed, dried and ready to go…whenever Colin is ready to wear them. Which will hopefully be tomorrow.

*Right after this picture was taken, I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and put on one of hubby’s shirts. Just keeping it real.

40 Weeks. No further comment.

39 Weeks and I’m Going to be Pregnant FOREVER


I’ve pretty much reached the point where I know I’m going to be pregnant forever. This child is never coming out of me. He will seriously have to get his high school diploma while still inside me. I keep having contractions and still, no baby. I mean, he’s never coming out.


Two days ago, I had contractions for 10 hours. I kid you not. From noon until 10pm, I had contractions, every 2-4 minutes apart. I was timing them. Although they did get more intense, I never felt like I needed to push. (My hubby was very happy with this. He only asked me 47 times if he should call my midwife.) Finally, around 10, we decided to watch an episode of Psych. They went away. I had nightmares about The Exorcist (I’ve never seen the movie, fyi…just had the nightmares.) I woke up at 4 to get my usual bowl of Cheerios, Hubby comes into the hall (lights out, just his shadow) and clears his throat. I thought I was going to lose it. And I pretty much did. I was going to scream, but no scream came out, so it was just that weird half scream, half I-can’t-breathe thing. It’s funny now. Wasn’t funny then. I can never watch scary movies. Hubby can’t do zombies either, so I guess we’re a good match.

On another note, this baby is never coming out of me. I’m huge. I’m cranky. I’m miserable and can’t sleep and hungry ALL THE DANG TIME and I’m 110% sure that I’m never having a baby.

AND, my pregnancy journal ONLY goes to 39 weeks. Not 40 weeks. What will happen if I do get to 40 weeks? Or 41?! Then what, people??

Pregnancy Highlights!

How Far Along: 39 Weeks. No exclamation point this week.

Size of Baby: 20 inches and 7 lbs, according to Baby Gaga

Total Weight Gain/Loss: I don’t care to say. I had to get weighed at my last appt with my midwife and apparently, my scale is wrong. WAY WRONG people. I plead the 5th on this one.

Maternity Clothes: Totally sick of elastic pants and shirts not covering my belly.

Gender: A BOY! Colin Whitney

Movement: Colin is still really moving a lot. The contractions don’t really slow him down. He’s still active in between them, so I pretty much either have a tight belly or a moving belly at all times. 🙂

Sleep: That’s a big fat negative.

What I Miss: Not being a cranky mess. I think Hubby is tired of my attitude. I’m tired of me, too.

Cravings: Ice. And coke. And cupcakes.

Symptoms: Just about a thousand contractions…..maybe more. 😉

Best Moment This Week: My sis bought me some cloth diapers and is mailing them to me. They are newborn size…it’s the little things.

39 Weeks. I'm huge. And tired. And so over this pregnancy thing. And Owen has decided he wants to be a garbage man who picks up trash on the side of the road, hence the bag and "clamper" for trash.