Amazing Love

Leo at 1 day old

1 week old

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3 weeks old

4 weeks old

5 weeks old

6 weeks old

7 weeks old

Many people tried to prepare me for the abundance of love that would accompany the birth of our son.  I can honestly say that words cannot describe the deep immediate love Jonathan and I had for Leo just seconds after seeing him.  It's so amazing, I find myself wanting to run to every pregnant woman and share with them the joy of being a parent.

Many people have asked if I would do the water birth again...my answer is yes, yes and yes.  Jonathan and I were so pleased with everything, we haven't one single complaint about the whole journey.  I will also recommend my midwife until I'm blue in the face. :)

Labor went rather fast and before I knew it, the little guy was just minutes away from taking his first breath.  I have also had many friends ask why I chose to deliver Leo naturally.  To sum up my many reasons, I would have to say that I truly believe we, as women, were created to do such a thing...be a nurturing caring vehicle to bring babies in to the world.  I don't think God made any mistakes with our make up, our tenacity, our fight, strength and love to be in charge of such a task.  I don't think labor is something to be feared, but truly, to be embraced.

I personally want to thank everyone, friends, family, co-workers and strangers for your faithful support.  Cards, gifts, calls, emails and visits. Wow!  We could have done it without you, but it would have been miserable :)

We love doing life with you.

Introducing Leonidas Josiah Collins (10-9-09)...

Sorry we are so behind on posting blog updates. Life has been busy (for obvious reasons) the past 7 weeks. Little Leo has been quite the handful... and quite the blessing. Mom and baby are doing great after our home/water birth. We are loving this cute little addition to our family. I will post on more life updates later, but for now I will leave you with the following pictoral oohs and ahhs...

baby update

Today I am 33.5 weeks pregnant.
We are...of course...so very excited to meet our son in October.

I am so pleased with my choice of midwife! She is very educated, patient & knowledgeable. If things continue to go as planned, we will have a home water birth some time in October. I just finished a wonderful book called 'Ina May's Guide to Childbirth'. I would highly recommend it to anyone interested in a home or natural birth.

Due to my job being stressful, my midwife recommended I put in my two weeks. She said I was showing signs of preterm labor which are usually caused by stress. Sooooo, I just spent this past week as my first week on maternity leave :) Marti, my boss, was amazing as usual and did nothing but encourage me to relax during my last weeks of work while training a new girl.

And Jonathan, my adorable husband, could not be more supportive. Since I have been asked to relax & take it easy, Jonathan has become husband of the year :)
He makes me dinner, or picks up take out
He buys me flowers & puts them in a vase
He rents me movies
He redecorates the house
He buys me clothes
He rubs my shoulders, plays with my hair & tells me how perfect I am
He kisses my belly & talks to our baby
He drops me off at the entrance & picks me up at the door
He encourages me to gain weight :)
He plays Yahtzee with me until 2am

I'm so thankful for him, and even more thankful that we get to do this together.
God has been so faithful with provision & a healthy body to carry this baby.
He deserves all my gratitude.

A recap of the last months of pregnancy...

11 weeks

14 weeks

17 weeks

20 weeks

22 weeks

24 weeks

26 weeks

29 weeks

30.5 weeks

31 weeks

32 weeks

32.5 weeks

I have gained 28 pounds & the baby weighs approximately 4 pounds.
My midwife had a goal of getting me to gain 35 pounds total by the time the baby is born. Looks like I'm right on target!
Hopefully we'll keep you updated a little more often ;)

life lately...

Danny, Jamie, David & Hudson came to San Diego for a nice little visit. I left my SD card in Kansas City...so the memory on my camera only held one photo.
Funny little guy this David is!
Thanks for giving us one of your evenings! It was so good to see you & talk with you!

As always...we love to spend time with Lucas when his mom needs some help.

Good practice for us. We took him all over town that day. He's an amazing baby...who will soon be turning 1 in a few months!

Joshua & Ali's Wedding

Janelle, one of Ali's good friends did all of the bridesmaids hair for the wedding. She owns a salon in Flagstaff, AZ. Love her style.
Tyler sat right next to Jonathan at the wedding dinner...you never know what to expect when you get those two together.

Tyler and I can't believe how much Ali's mom Kay reminds us of our own mom. I snapped this the morning of the wedding. She has no makeup on & she's 62 years old, mother of 4 beautiful children. Shocks me every time I see her. I don't think she ages.

Rehearsal. The wedding Party.
Cutie patooty little Emma on the left. Ali is bound & determined that one day she will do a little setting up of Zion Collins & Emma Berres.

Sweet friend Karissa came all the way from Florida! Her "hotel roommate" missed her flight and wasnt able to make it to the wedding...so we gladly had her stay at the Collins Hotel.

I love this man.
Sorry about your eyes Jonathan...they got a little funktified with our camera :)

Of course Lucas would steal our hearts & attention at the wedding reception. Can't ever get enough of him.

Lucas' pretty mommy Lorean. Headed over to her place this weekend to pick out some of Lucas' clothes that he has grown out of in order to stock the shelves for Baby Collins.
Annnnnd, borrow her body pregnancy pillow. I think I'm ready for it!!
I'm almost 6 months pregnant in these photos.

A little over 3 more months to go!!

Hero's Day

Four months out from being a father, I am beginning to get antsy. I can't wait to see what our little boy is going to look like and whose personality traits he will obtain. More importantly, I can't wait to see what type of child, and eventually man, he will grow to be. I have also been spending many hours reflecting on what type of man I will be for him. I hope I earn the title "hero" in his little eyes... much like my dad did for me. I hope I inspire him to greatness and equip him to chase his biggest dreams... much like my dad has done for me.

I remember believing that my dad could beat up anybody, fix anything, outperform any athlete, and was the smartest man on earth. Though age has proven (most) of those false, it does not negate the heroic title my father has earned.

When I was little my dad:

-would come home from 9 hours of work and immediately join me to play catch before the sun went down. I had been waiting all day and he knew it. I don't recall him ever complaining about "needing a moment" or being "too tired".

-was my coach, sunday-school teacher, church camp counselor, and volunteer youth group leader. He was never too busy for my interests and was never far from being involved in how my character formed.

-ran road races with me because I loved to do it and he loved spending time with me. When I got too fast, he stopped signing up. "I only did them to enjoy time with you. I can't keep up anymore. Go get 'em." Even at 11 years old, I recognized that I was loved and he was selfless.

-would refer to me as "fineyoungson" and say things like "only the best for the best" when shopping for athletic gear or tools. He was genuinely confused when I wouldn't be the high scorer, win the race, strike everybody out, or ace the test. He tried to hide it and I never felt pressured to excel, he was just entirely convinced that I always would. He taught me to believe the same.

As an adult, I am continually reminded that people will have weaknesses and relationships will endure tension. I think this is where most adult sons choose to give up on honoring their fathers in exchange for bitterness, having "believed a lie" that their dad was perfect. Though I am well aware that my dad is far from perfect, he continues to prove himself heroic. He is faithful, he is honest, he is a big giver (with no strings attached... ever), he is selfless, and he is an extremely hard worker. I can't wait for my baby boy to receive love and guidance from a most excellent grandfather.

Happy Hero's Day, Dad. Thanks for being mine.

"Say hello to my little friend"

Here are some of the first peeks at our little guy. Sandy's boss gifted us with a 4-D sonogram (no, I don't know what the fourth D stands for). It was amazing to see how the little man already shows some similar features of his family.

Here we see a mix of Aunt Amy and Grandpa Gary's nose, as well as Uncle Bryan and Aunt Lindsay's mouth. Seeing that I have my dad's nose and my brother's mouth, this was to be expected.
The little dude's already been workin' out. Here, he's showing off his baby biceps...

10 cute little toes, spaced just like his dads.

Just chillin' out, sporting the chubby cheeks that remind me of Uncle Tyler's
when he was a young(er) buck.

YAAAAWWWN. Kickin' back just like Grandpa Tom to watch a movie.

Sandy will be heading back to kansas city this week to show off the bump to family and friends. After a long argument, I decided to go ahead and let her take our baby boy with her. :) Also, she'll get to see her sisters Amy and Jackie with their baby-bellies (stay tuned for pics).

TexDec '09

Decathlon #3 for 2009 turned out to be rather eventful, as always.


Texas offers a great facility, great competition, and great comradery. On the other hand, it also offers high temps, changing winds, and nasty humidity... all foreigners to a spoiled (and grateful) So.Cal. athlete.

400m dash (in red)

I came into this meet looking for a strong personal best, as practices have been looking better than ever before in my life. As any decathlete will tell you though, what you see in practice offers no promise to what may actually go down during the 12 hours of competition.

My running events proved once again to be my strong-points: 2nd in the 100m, 1st in the 400m, and 1st in the 1500m. My hurdles have seen a noticeable improvement from last year, but I still haven't shaved off the extra half second I expect from myself. I ended up matching my p.r. to the 100th of a second for the 3rd time in a row.

(They offered us the "every-other-lane" option, so as not to clobber each other. We gladly obliged.)

High jump went well in comparison to previous meets this year. Why, oh why, can this white man not jump? I came SoOo close to clearing a new dec. p.r., as seen in the footage below...

Just another 2-3 inches, and I can check this event off the "weakness" list. Bar is set at 6'2" and was brushed off by my hamstring. (Avg. world class decathletes jump mid 6's.)

Moving on...

I was back this year for some pole vault redemption after a bitter no-height last year during what was shaping up to be my best decathlon ever. I still struggled all day to get my step dialed in at this venue, but at least I was turning up jumps. All was well, with plenty of clearances, until the bar went up to 15' 4". Something cranked on my jumping knee (patella tendon) during take-off of my last jump and brought me to the ground. I passed my final attempts and went limping to the training room.

(Once again, the cover screen chooses to expose my top-end inadequacies :)

I chose to continue the competition, as this may or may not be my last opportunity for the year. Unfortunately, a nightmarish day in discus (two fouls and one shank), and a now throbbing knee, robbed me of the opportunity to set a new personal best score. I went on to throw a cautious 170' in javelin and then go test the waters for running a mile.

Warmups were painful, and I stopped after 80m of jogging. I decided to save the pain for the race. As it turned out, jogging slow hurt worse than running fast, and I spent most of the race without any serious knee pain. I went on to run 4:40, which was slower than budgeted, but beggars can't be choosers. I was just happy to finish the decathlon in one (messy) piece.

In other news, my training partner Andrew Hall beasted a p.r. in javelin (225') and was just a few feet short of qualifying for USA's (231') as an open event. An achilles problem that has been pestering him for weeks was unwilling to leave him alone for the rest of the decathlon, causing him to pass on several events. Andrew ended up having lifetime bests this year in the 100m, shot put, the 400m, the 110m hurdles, pole vault, and javelin, as well as his overall decathlon score. Not too shabby, eh? He has one more opportunity to qualify in javelin (tomorrow). We're hoping he sticks a good one!

As far as the rest of the season is concerned, we are weighing our options. I definitely don't feel done. Other than my tendon, my body feels great and my muscles are firing well. I am hungry to get out and hit a full decathlon without a twist of tragedy. It's kinda been "one of those years", but I'd like to finish it up on a positive note.

Thanks for tuning in. (And thanks for all the www.facebook.com/jdcollins support throughout the live updates!)