
Sisters
These last 7 weeks have been quite full. Not only have we had a steady stream of wonderful friends who have helped tremendously by dropping of meals and love, we have had visits from Lolo (Grandpa Shine) and Grandma Karen (both coming all the way from Alaska to see our beautiful girls)and the Cotas (coming from Twin Falls). It was such a great and refreshing change from the previous 9 months of isolation. It was just hard wanting to do anything at all when all I really wanted to do was puke. I was fearing though that my lack of enthusiasm for entertaining was going to force my social butterfly Jael into some kind of weird social handicap. Just one more reason why I am so happy to have my Coco in my arms and no longer in my belly.
Although, I have to say that I was extremely naïve in what I expected in having 2 children. I thought it was “just like adding another child”. HA! It has been an insane juggling act of crisis. I am beginning to think that these girls get together and plot when they are going to dive headlong into their antics, just to see how far they can get before mama’s head explodes
Here are a few examples from just the last two days: Coco woke up from a nap and was madder than a hornet. She was hysterical and had a dirty butt so I took her to the bathroom to change her and Jael followed happily behind. While I was attending to a poopsplosion, Jael decided she wanted to play in the bathtub. She flung herself over the side and I heard a crash and a scream. I turned around and there was blood everywhere. Somehow she has cracked her chin open and it was bleeding pretty good. Poop here. Blood there. Poop. Blood. Poop. Blood. Which do I attend to first? Do I get poop in the blood? Blood in the poop?
Then there was today. Coco was in my lap facing Jael and me on the couch when she projectile urped all over me, Jael and herself. (How does such a little body get such velocity behind her urp?) I had to pause a minute to figure out who I should change first and decided the smartest was to change the baby. We all headed to the girls room and I had just undressed Coco when Jael starts doing the peepee dance and saying "hurry hurry mama! I gotta go potty!" “You are going to have to wait or take yourself” I told her as she zoomed out the door. But somehow her footstool had been moved and the toilet seat was left up, and in her efforts to get herself on the potty, she fell in. And couldn’t get out. Another dilemma: Cold naked baby who is now crying because she is cold and naked vs toddler who is stuck in the potty and can’t get out.
Is this all normal?! Am I on some sort of TV show? Sometimes I wonder.
But all in all, I think we are all adjusting well to being a 4 pack. Jael can sleep right through Coco's screaming, whereas before she was the lightest of sleepers. And Coco just loves her big sister. She will be sleeping soundly through a nap and Jon and I will be in normal conversation with no stirring from her. But as soon as she hears Jael’s voice, her eyes pop wide open.
Coco has been trying to vocalize a lot more lately, lots of A-goo’s and gurgly sounds. She smiles big and brightly, just like the pictures of her daddy when he was a baby. I haven’t heard a laugh from her yet, but I think it will be coming soon.
Jael is my constant source of amusement. She has just entered the “princess” stage, and wants to wear a dress every day. She dances the second she hears music and has the greatest imagination. I cannot think of a better job in the world than being the mom of these beautiful girls. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to wash the baby puke out of my hair.
Although, I have to say that I was extremely naïve in what I expected in having 2 children. I thought it was “just like adding another child”. HA! It has been an insane juggling act of crisis. I am beginning to think that these girls get together and plot when they are going to dive headlong into their antics, just to see how far they can get before mama’s head explodes
Here are a few examples from just the last two days: Coco woke up from a nap and was madder than a hornet. She was hysterical and had a dirty butt so I took her to the bathroom to change her and Jael followed happily behind. While I was attending to a poopsplosion, Jael decided she wanted to play in the bathtub. She flung herself over the side and I heard a crash and a scream. I turned around and there was blood everywhere. Somehow she has cracked her chin open and it was bleeding pretty good. Poop here. Blood there. Poop. Blood. Poop. Blood. Which do I attend to first? Do I get poop in the blood? Blood in the poop?
Then there was today. Coco was in my lap facing Jael and me on the couch when she projectile urped all over me, Jael and herself. (How does such a little body get such velocity behind her urp?) I had to pause a minute to figure out who I should change first and decided the smartest was to change the baby. We all headed to the girls room and I had just undressed Coco when Jael starts doing the peepee dance and saying "hurry hurry mama! I gotta go potty!" “You are going to have to wait or take yourself” I told her as she zoomed out the door. But somehow her footstool had been moved and the toilet seat was left up, and in her efforts to get herself on the potty, she fell in. And couldn’t get out. Another dilemma: Cold naked baby who is now crying because she is cold and naked vs toddler who is stuck in the potty and can’t get out.
Is this all normal?! Am I on some sort of TV show? Sometimes I wonder.
But all in all, I think we are all adjusting well to being a 4 pack. Jael can sleep right through Coco's screaming, whereas before she was the lightest of sleepers. And Coco just loves her big sister. She will be sleeping soundly through a nap and Jon and I will be in normal conversation with no stirring from her. But as soon as she hears Jael’s voice, her eyes pop wide open.
Coco has been trying to vocalize a lot more lately, lots of A-goo’s and gurgly sounds. She smiles big and brightly, just like the pictures of her daddy when he was a baby. I haven’t heard a laugh from her yet, but I think it will be coming soon.
Jael is my constant source of amusement. She has just entered the “princess” stage, and wants to wear a dress every day. She dances the second she hears music and has the greatest imagination. I cannot think of a better job in the world than being the mom of these beautiful girls. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to wash the baby puke out of my hair.


One day, I went to check on Jael as she was playing quietly in her room. But, when I look in, I couldnt find her anywhere. That is until I looked in the oven.


Little Miss Coco (as Jael calls her)


We are thrilled to introduce to the world the newest bit of sunshine in our lives, Collette Elaine Shine! She was born at 11:43am on Monday, September 27, 2010 (a early Bday present to her momma!) She weighed 7 lbs 11oz at 20 and 3/4 inches long. (At her one week dr apt, she was already up to 7 lbs 15 oz! The dr was amazed.) I would love to share how long I was in labor with this little one, but to be honest, I am not sure. I started having contractions Friday night at around 9pm, but they were in the front (and not the back like "normal" labor) and erratic, 10 min apart, then 2 then 5, etc. The thing was, they continued to be like that all weekend. I went online and researched what the experts had to say and all the signs pointed to "false" labor, so, although they were painful, I didnt worry too much about them. The thing was though, they were keeping me up all night and I wasnt able to get any sleep. So, Sunday night, monday morning at around 3:30am, I woke up Jon to tell him that, although I didnt think I was in real labor yet, I wanted to go to the hospital to see if they could give me something so I could at least sleep some before real labor started. I was seriously convinced that they would check me and tell me that I was only at a 1 or 2 and send me home (that is what happened with Ja`el).So, Mema and Papa came over and stayed with the J Bean and Jon and I went on to Bonner General. The entire drive into town I was telling Jon"this isnt real labor. I know they will just tell me I am at a 1 or so. I just need something to sleep!" (We had already decided that we were going to have another natural childbirth, so meds during "real" labor wasnt an option. I just figured if this wasnt real, I might as well have something!) Imagine my surprise when the nurse checked me and said"you are at a 6/7. You will be having this baby this morning." I started bawling and crying "Praise God!! Thank you God!!" The rest of the labor was really weird, totally different that my first. The "emotional signposts" that we were trying to go off of (according to Dr Bradley of Husband Coached Childbirth were completely off by one. Jon and I were laughing and joking all the way up to Transition, and I didnt get to the "I cant do this. This is too hard" confusion state until Second stage. It made the long run easier, I guess, but trying to push while you are completely confused and disoriented is hard!! So, I guess I was in labor for 3 days, but it wasnt anything like the 40 hours with Ja`el.
So now that the 9 months of feeling terrible and the 3 days of labor is over, I turned to Jon and say "I could do that again." I was afraid he might hit me. Instead he smiled and said "ok!" It is hard not to look at this face and know that it was all worth it.
Ja`el helping Daddy take Collette to the car.

Grammy and Ja`el piano duet.