Taylor Hengen Newman
A little bit crunchy, a little bit rock n’ roll, Taylor Hengen Newman is an Austin, Texas-based freelance writer, massage therapist, and mama to 3-year-old Kaspar and new baby Otto! She enjoys writing about peaceful parenting, food politics and green urban lifestyles. In addition to blogging on BabyZone.com, Taylor has written for Parenting.com, WorkingMother.com, DisneyBaby.com and other parenting web sites; she also maintains a personal, just-for-fun blog at Alt-Mama.com. Taylor’s passions include cooking, yoga, photography and entrepreneurship. She hopes to inspire others, through her work, to live consciously and creatively, and to enjoy the everyday moments of their lives.
I gave birth to my second baby just three weeks ago, and am already amazed at the difference that having done this before makes. Without the first-time mom stress, I’m able to savor the infant-stage sweetness in full: the sleep deprivation feels less taxing, I’m not afraid of every hiccup or gurgle, and I’m not struggling with any of that ‘I no longer know who I am, exactly, now that I’m a mom,’ stuff new mamas face. So now, in round two, I get to bask freely in baby breath and bleary nuzzles, knowing that all too soon this tiny baby will be running and talking as fast as my (very busy) three-year-old is. The one and only bitter in this super-dose of sweet is that my relationship with my older child, Kaspar, changed literally overnight. And while I know having a brother will ultimately be a positive thing for him, right now it’s rough to say the least, and he lacks the perspective that could otherwise ease the blow.
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I received an Evite to my neighbor’s 40th birthday party a few weeks ago. It was scheduled for the second week of September, so I replied with a ‘Maybe,’ writing, “I’ll be there if I’m not in labor!” (My official due date was September 12, so chances were high I could have been). When I ran into my neighbor the next morning, we stopped to chat about the party. I asked when her actual birthday was, and, when she said “September 11th,” it took me a moment to recall, out of context, why that date struck a cord within me, tripped a wire in my mind. It was an imperceptible moment, I’m sure, in which I also realized, “Oh, right…”, but what I said was, “Oh, yay!” (because birthdays are awesome) and “Hey, maybe you and our baby will share the big day!”
It somehow hadn’t occurred to me before then that Otto might be born on September 11th.
My son Otto wasn’t officially due until September 12th, and it’s pretty unusual for second babies, especially when a mom’s firstborn was induced, to arrive ahead of schedule. I’d been having Braxton Hicks contractions for months, with several more intense practice contractions in recent weeks, but these are also typical in second pregnancies. So when I began having what I assumed were more Braxton Hicks, but now with discomfort around my tailbone, on Tuesday afternoon, I wondered if it might be the beginning of labor, but I wasn’t at all sure. Lots of weird sensations come up late in pregnancy, so some achiness in a new location wasn’t, like, a big flashing sign that baby would be here soon. I had, however, read that real labor pains often move from the back or hips to the abdomen, or the other way around, so, yes, the thought did occur to me. And I did mention to Aaron, my husband, when he arrived home from work, that I thought “maybe, but I have no idea, really…” these pains might be a small, not-so-flashy sign of something.
Unlike my son Kaspar’s birth three years ago, which took place in a hospital, my next baby boy will be born at home. I became kind of a birth nerd between pregnancies #1 and #2, and, when it came down to it, the decision to have a home birth was an easy one to make. Of course, there’s no right way to have a baby, and each family, pregnancy and birth are wonderfully unique. Read on for six reasons our family’s chosen home birth this time around.
When it comes to baby names, is it possible that there’s cute, and then there’s too cute? Or too cool? Or, maybe, just plain mean? In the wake of North West, we asked real parents about their biggest baby naming pet peeves. See if you agree, and then tell us: what naming trends make you cringe?
Maybe you lost the baby name battle, or had a boy instead of a girl; some great names, for whatever reason, end up in the ‘no’ column, never to be heard from again. Check out the names these real moms loved but didn’t end up giving to their littles.