2 Weeks Old

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Man, I swear that time is flying by. How do I already have a baby who is 15 days old? Colin is asleep on my chest and I’m typing this (painfully slow) with one hand. Owen is doing so fantastic and has shown no signs of jealousy. He calls Colin “my little sweet pea” and “baby acorn.” He really loves his brother and I love watching Owen interact with him. 

I’m still trying to find the time to write my birth story. I want to do it while it’s still fresh. I want to do it while I’m smelling this sweet boy and looking at all the pictures we have. 

Okay, time to nurse this little one…again. I promise to write more. I’m still trying to get the hang of having 2 kids. 

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1 Week Old

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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

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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

Oven Fried Pickles Recipe

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So, I’m browsing on Pinterest (an addiction of mine) and I come across this recipe for fried pickles. YUM. These bad boys are cooked under your broiler and don’t call for tons of hot vegetable oil  (scary) so I figured I’d give them a go. I did half this recipe, since hubby is at work and Owen wouldn’t eat as much as me. haha I must say, these are a new favorite of mine. So yum when you dip them in ranch and hot sauce.

Here’s what you’ll need to make these tasty little crunchy treats.

Fried Pickles

Pickles (I just used the dill slices we had in our fridge)

2 eggs

1/3 c flour

1 TB Worcestershire Sauce

1 tsp hot sauce (if you are trying to induce labor, I suggest an extra shake, just for good measure)

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp Cajun seasoning (I just used some Lawry’s seasoning salt)

1 tsp black pepper

1 1/2 Panko bread crumbs

Ranch and hot sauce for dipping

 

1. Turn oven broiler on high.

2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs and flour. Then add in the Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, garlic powder, Cajun seasoning and black pepper. Mix well.

3. Put Panko bread crumbs in a shallow dish. Dunk your pickle slices in the egg mixture, then into the bread crumbs. Press well to make sure the crumbs stick to the pickle.

4. Put pickles on a baking sheet with a wire rack. Broil on high for 3 minutes on each side.

5. Serve with Ranch and hot sauce. Eat entire plate and then curse yourself for not making more. 🙂

 

I’m so sad that I didn’t make more and that I’m almost out of pickles AND Panko. I think an emergency trip to the grocery store is totally justified. I may have gone a little crazy with the hot sauce though and now I have heartburn. On a positive note, seems like my contractions are now every 5-7 minutes and more painful than they’ve been. If these crunchy bits of heaven induced my labor, I’m totally calling them Labor Pickles from now on. We’ll see…… 🙂

40 Weeks aka Due Date

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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

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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.

Never.

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.