The Mommy Wars: It’s Not What You Think

If I’m being honest, I haven’t experienced much in the way of the mommy wars.  Sure, people voice their opinions but I typically let it roll off my back.  My parenting philosophy is: feed, clothe, shelter and love your babies.  However you get there is the ‘right’ way.  My other parenting philosophy is ‘survive’.  Easy, peasy, right?  Wrong.

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The mommy wars I’m talking about today are internal.  This has been weighing on me for a while.  I’m a quitter – always have been, probably always will be.  I worry about how to teach my children not to be quitters when I’m a quitter myself.  Before we had the twins I was researching ways to save money.  Things like breastfeeding, making my own baby foods and cloth diapering were easy ways to cut costs, or so I thought.

Breastfeeding never happened for me.  Not because it couldn’t, but because when my early babes had troubles just learning to drink from a bottle, I didn’t want to selfishly add in learning to drink from my body to their plates.  Maybe that was selfish because part of me thought it would get them home sooner if they only had to master one task, maybe it was unselfish of me because they only had to master one task.  See?  My internal struggle is already showing.  I pumped diligently at the beginning, knowing that any breastmilk I could give them would help.  I hated pumping.  I hated being tied down for at least 30 minutes, but I did it.  I remember going to the NICU to visit the babes and I would pump as I would bottle feed one of them, or just hold both of them.  Pumping empty handed was a luxury.  Once the babes came home, it was much more difficult to pump every 3 hours for 30 minutes because twins y’all.  My supply started to dwindle.  I tried teas and fenugreek, a beer a day, trying to drink more water.  Nothing helped.  The babies started drinking higher volumes, I started making less breastmilk and after 6 months, I called it quits.  It was to the point where I’d pump enough to give one of them a full bottle of breastmilk a day.  I was ready to stop, but I felt and still feel guilty.  That one bottle every other day for each baby could still be helpful, right?  Did I give up too easily?

My most recent failure is cloth diapers.  I did some research, but admittedly not enough.  I decided on BumGenius 4.0 diapers.  They’re a pocket diaper with a microfleece insert.  They have snaps to make the diapers smaller or bigger, tighter or looser.   They worked fairly well for 8 months.  We did buy the BumGenius newborn diapers as well and used those for the first few months.  All of the sudden though, I’d put the diapers on the babies and the first time they peed, the diapers would leak around the leg hole area.  I tried tightening the diapers, loosening the diapers, making them smaller, making them bigger.  I tried adding an extra insert, taking the extra insert away and using a hemp doubler to help with absorbency.  I tried stripping the diapers and drying them in the dryer.  They were still leaking.  Perhaps it’s the microfleece, perhaps it’s the amount of use they’re getting with double the babies to diaper.  Whatever the cause, it was making me C.R.A.Z.Y.  It may sound a little silly but I was getting so angry, blood-boiling angry at these damn diapers.  So I quit.  I bought two bulk size cases of Target brand diapers online and got a $20 gift card and two packs of Target overnight diapers.  Then I went to Target and to my surprise they had the bulk boxes so I bought two boxes of the next size up to get another $20 gift card.  So I now have 444 size 3 diapers that will arrive this week, 444 (minus what we’ve used over the last 3 days) of size 4 diapers, which are really big on the babes but are doing the trick for now.  Plus 172 overnight diapers.  But I’m feeling guilty, really guilty.  We made an $1100 investment in cloth, plus $30 in hemp doublers and I’m just putting those to the side and spending money that we shouldn’t need to spend on disposables.  Did I give up too quickly?

I recently had a doctor’s appointment to get my flu shot at a new doctor’s office.  I told her I was feeling overwhelmed because I can’t seem to get anything done around the house other than taking care of the babies.  She told me things I already know, like ‘you have two babies’ and ‘you need to reduce your stress and get better sleep’.  But I know there are mommies out their with multiple children who get other things done around the house.  Why can’t I do that?  I feel guilty. I feel like a bad wife because my husband works all day, comes home and washes dishes, makes dinner or both.  He hasn’t complained.  This is all self-imposed guilt.

So you see, my internal mommy wars are causing me more heartache than I imagined.  I’m loosing sleep, I’m feeling guilty, I’m beating myself up.  All because I’m not living up the vision I had in my head of what kind of mom I’d be before actually having kids.  I’m quitting things because they were causing me stress, but quitting has caused it’s own stress.



Let’s Get Real



I debated whether I should write this post.  First off, let me start by saying that I’m not ‘outwardly’ religious, meaning I won’t preach to you, I won’t try to argue with you, I don’t go to church (though we may want that to change for the babies) and I rarely talk about prayer and things of the like.  Second, we seem to live in a culture that has more depression than ever, yet no one wants to talk about it and especially not in the pregnancy/mommy world.  I have not been diagnosed with depression or anything like that, but after yesterday I feel myself slipping into this place that I don’t recognize.  It’s been a long time since I felt like this – like since middle school (which is a post for another time, maybe even for a different blog).  Yesterday when I was in the hospital, I got teary-eyed once and my husband helped to calm me down.  I think I was mostly in shock at everything that was happening.  Though I will say, when I got up yesterday morning, I just had this aching feeling that we were going to be making a hospital visit.  Anyway, I came home last night, texted our moms and my sister-in-law and wrote a blog post.  The rest of the night went on like it normally does.

This morning I woke up at 4:20 am – anyone who is or has been pregnant can understand this.  I then laid in bed from 4:25 – 9:25 (with one more pee break in between), but not a wink of sleep.  I have so many things racing through my brain.  I was feeling low, really low.  It’s only gotten worse throughout the day.  I keep thinking: have I caused this, is this because I haven’t enjoyed every ounce of my pregnancy so far, were the doctors right to tell us that we should only transfer 1 embryo, is my cervix the issue or is it that there are two babies and not much room, could I have prevented this, is it because I rarely take my vitamins since they make me feel sick, please let them stay put until 36 weeks, if they can’t stay put please, please don’t take them from me.  I shed a few tears this morning and at different points during the day, but tried to hold back because I don’t want to upset my husband or totally fall apart.  Stress isn’t good for the babies, but how the hell do you not stress about this?  After eventually getting up and starting the day, my husband was working on a shelf for the nursery closet.  I snuck in while he was in the garage and just glided away in our glider.  I stared at the book ledges that are already full of books, the cribs that are set up (minus mattresses and sheets and whatnot), the area rug on the ground and the baby books I received in the mail, from a still unknown sender.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  How long would it be before my babies would be using this room?  If born prematurely, how long would they have beds in the NICU vs. beds at home where they belong?  What kind of complications could they face if they came now, or next week, or at 30 weeks or 32?  Could they survive if they came now?  Do I have any control over any of this?  Will I even know if I go into pre-term labor since the symptoms can be a bit different from regular labor and since I’ve never done this before?  All of these things are weighing heavily on me today.

I’ve never prayed as much in my life as I have since right before beginning our IVF cycle.  I try to keep them short, as I know there are people out there with ‘real’ problems who probably need more help than I could ever understand.  And, they’re pretty much always the same prayers.  At this point it’s something like, “Please help these babies to grow big, strong and healthy.  Please let them stay in as long as possible, like to 36+ weeks.  Please keep our family safe.”  Short, sweet, to the point.  I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but that’s what I do.    I truly believe that through this process we have not been alone.  Prayers have already been answered.  IVF being possible, my hormone levels rising and then holding steady so our cycle wasn’t cancelled, getting pregnant, finding out it was two babies and getting us this far.  So this is what I do when I enter a dark place – I pray and I hope that I’m heard and that these babies are going to be okay.

I realize this method doesn’t work for everyone, but what I want this blog post to say is that depression or signs of sadness during pregnancy and mommyhood are a lot more common than people like to admit.  Do what you need to do to pull yourself out of a slump.  Call a doctor, friend or family member.  Don’t struggle alone.  Open up and be truthful about your journey because it isn’t all rainbows and fairytales.  You are not alone.  I am not alone.

I also have to thank a very special group of women, whom I’ve never actually met in person.  The ‘trying-to-conceive’ community (mostly on instagram, but a few have found me through my blog too) has been a huge support.  Everyone is sending their well-wishes, happy thoughts, prayers and their own scary stories that turned out to have happy endings.  I couldn’t do this without all of you.  You know just what I’m going through.  I feel your love, and your support.  So thank you, thank you, thank you!


New Year’s Resolutions

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Most other blogs covered their New Year’s resolutions already, but it’s still January so I figured what the heck.  When I thought, at the end of last year, what my goals were for 2015 only one word came to mind: survive.  2014 was quite the year.  It was filled with struggle, disappointment, dark days, hope, tears and overwhelming happiness.  As we look ahead, I know this year is going to be the most difficult I’ve experienced yet.  We need to survive the rest of this pregnancy, which has taken a bit of a scary turn, but hopefully my damn cervix stays shut.  We need to survive labor and delivery, in whatever form it comes.  We need to survive new parenthood and twin babies.  We need to survive becoming a one-income family with 6 mouths to feed (counting the pups).  So above all else, we just need to survive.

On top of that, there are definitely a few other things I’d like to accomplish.  I’ve been an obsessive planner my whole life.  Though when looking back, little to none of those ‘life plans’ ever worked out the way I expected.  I want to take a step back from planning and just let life happen.  This is going to be hard for me.  I almost want to plan out how to not plan.  You see?  I’m obsessed.

Another goal is to simplify.  I’ve been trying to declutter my house since before the end of the year.  We have boxes of old papers, old trinkets and a bunch of other junk that we moved into the house with and some we’ve acquired since living here.  I want it all gone.  Zero extra clutter, but it’s fricken impossible!  I’m trying my best and will soon be moving on to our closets, getting a mail/bill system set up, the nursery and organizing the office even more than I already have.  I’ve been decluttering digitally too.  I have been unsubscribing from the majority of emails that come through.  It’s weird to check your email in the morning and see nothing new, but it’s refreshing.

One last resolution is to ‘let it go’.  I realize that song is so last year, but the meaning is something I should’ve figured out a long time ago.  I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my day – nothing illegal but educationally, financially, career wise, with relationships and friendships.  There’s nothing I can do to change any of that, but it haunts me constantly.  I get really down on myself for not knowing better, or for knowing better and making the mistakes anyway or for not thinking things through.  It’s time I let that all go.  It isn’t helping me to dwell on the past.

This is a lofty list of resolutions for me, especially to take on in the biggest year of my life so far.  I’ve always been one to do everything all at once, so here’s to taking it all on in 2015!

p.s. these photos are from Lauren Fair Photography from our engagement shoot back in 2012 (we were engaged on NYE inside the Tiffany & Co. in Atlantic City so we recreated NYE for our shoot).


Filling in the Blanks

It’s been quiet on the blog lately and for that I’m sorry.  We are ready to share what has been happening over the last few weeks.  After my IVF transfer, we had to wait about 10 days for our first hCG test.  In the trying-to-conceive community this is referred to as the TWW or two week wait.  After reading other people’s journeys, I was expecting it to be the toughest, longest ten days of my life.  It wasn’t.  After the transfer, I was in a pretty good place.  I listened to happy music, watched funny movies and tried to laugh as much as possible (some study shows that IVF clowns increase implementation rates – but since I hate clowns, and a lot of people do, they recommend comedies).  The day after the transfer I began to feel my embryos implanting.  I’m sure this is all in my head, but I felt twinges on both sides of my uterus.  I just knew that meant both babies were making their homes.  Over the next few days I felt similar pains, had no signs of an impending period and stayed away from any physical activity.  There was one exception – at work, I was told to inter-office our new class brochures to each department/office that needed them.  When all was said and done it was in two large boxes that were fairly heavy.  I had told my boss via email I would need help getting them down the hall for the mailroom to pick up since I was not supposed to be lifting, pushing, pulling or twisting at all.  She came out and told me to send them and she walked away.  In my anger, I attempted to push the boxes with my feet down the hallway.  It was more of a workout than I had anticipated and my co-workers were mad at me for not just asking them.  I was sure this was going to cause me to miscarry.  I was still days away from my hCG test though so I just had to keep on going.

On Friday, August 22nd, I went into the doctors office first thing in the morning for my first hCG test.  I was a bundle of nerves and my stomach was in knots.  The nurse who took my blood asked me if I had cheated, threatening to rat me out to my regular nurse if I had.  I hadn’t cheated by taking a test at home.  I wasn’t prepared for a negative home pregnancy test so I avoided it.  I didn’t expect to hear from nurse until somewhere between 11:30 and 1 when she usually calls me with blood work results.  So while I was walking Hazel in our development I was surprised to hear my phone ring at 9:30 am.  When I answered, my nurse asked me if I had cheated and I told her no.  The words that followed have changed my life.  She began with, “Then, I don’t know how to tell you this…”  In that instant, my heart sank.  I had been so confident.  And then I heard, “but you’re PREGNANT.”  I broke down in the middle of the parking lot next to my house.  Whatever else she said to me was a blur.  She had told me my hCG level and I don’t remember what she said.  All I remember is we needed a number of about 331 to indicate a normal pregnancy when I returned in two days.  Two days later I received a similar phone call and my levels had increased by more than the projected 66%.  I was scheduled for my first ultrasound on 8/31.

That morning we went in for the first ultrasound and a retest of my hCG and progesterone levels.  They found two sacks.  Baby A was measuring right at 5 weeks while Baby B was one day behind.  At my second ultrasound on 9/10 Baby A was measuring 6 weeks, 4 days and Baby B was now lagging 3 days behind.  We did see two heartbeats.  The doctor was concerned about Baby B and prepared me for the worst.  The following Sunday night I had some spotting after taking my third dose of progesterone late (I typically do it at 9:30 and it was about 11:30).  I panicked and called the answering service and was put through to the doctor on call.  She assured me that this can be completely normal for my stage of pregnancy and it’s especially common for twin pregnancies and just to try and relax until my next ultrasound.  If something was going to go wrong, we wouldn’t be able to stop it.  On 9/16 I went in for my third ultrasound.  I was SO nervous.  They took all the regular measurements and then went on to measure Baby A, who was at 7 weeks, 1 day (10.37mm) and then Baby B and when they said the measurements, I literally jumped out of shock.  10.62mm or 7 weeks, 1 day.  Both heartbeats were strong!  How lucky was I that both babies were still there?

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I’m currently only 8 weeks and 3 days pregnant but we didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer.  We still have  a long road ahead of us, but we won’t be going through it alone.  My next and final appointment with my RE is tomorrow morning.  The following week I have my first appointment with my OB’s office.  My biggest fear is that once I stop taking progesterone, that I could risk losing the babies.  There will be no way to prevent that.  All I can do is hope and pray.


On Giving and Judging

I have lots of thoughts today.  Let’s start with judging.  It’s hard when you’re trying to start a family not to judge every family interaction you see around you.  It’s easy to see a glimpse of a stranger and say you would never be like that, or they’re damaging their children or not valuing them.  But, I think it’s really important to keep in mind that we make our opinions of people within the first 5 minutes.  5 minutes.  What if that’s the worst 5 minutes of that person’s day, week, year, etc?  Let’s just try our best to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  We aren’t perfect.  We all make mistakes.

Now onto giving.  Whether you give your time, advice, story, material items or love, it seems that people begin to expect you to continue to give once you’ve started.  They believe they’re entitled to it.  When I started this blog, I did so to share what we were going through, to sort out my emotions, to bring more awareness to infertility.  I had also made it clear that once we reached a certain point in our journey, it would be a while before I shared the details.  Not because I don’t want to share, but because there are some things that should be done privately for a time.  Whether that be savoring the sweet joy of pregnancy or suffering through a failed cycle or miscarriage, we had decided to keep quiet until we were comfortable discussing it.  I’ve received some opposition to this.  People, including those close to me and strangers, think they have a right to know the rest of the story, on their timeframe – not mine.  We will share our story.  We won’t leave you all hanging, but we’re just not ready.

Let’s think about this a bit.  If an IVF round was successful, a positive pregnancy test would happen before 4 weeks, but that isn’t the end of it.  You have to then sustain a pregnancy.  Couples walk on eggshells until their doctors think they’re at a relatively safe spot in their pregnancy.   Most ‘normal’ people wait to announce their pregnancy until 12-13 weeks when the chance of miscarriage is greatly decreased.  You wouldn’t even know they were ‘trying’ unless they had shared that info.  If an IVF round was unsuccessful it doesn’t mean it’s just another month with a negative pregnancy test, it means that a fertilized embryo or embryos were placed into a womb and given all they needed to stick around, yet they didn’t.  Or, a positive initial pregnancy test could lead to a miscarriage, these are all very personal situations.  Even though we’ve been open about our story so far, it’s our story.  When we’re ready to share, we will.  Until then, please understand that we are dealing with a lot of emotions and it’s important to focus on us and our marriage.

We appreciate all of the support we have received and are continuing to receive.  Our story is to be continued…


Thank You

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Before we continue any further through this journey, it’s important for us to acknowledge all of the love and support we have felt.  To our family, our friends, colleagues, acquaintances and complete strangers: we cannot thank you enough.  There has been an outpouring of encouragement and love.  We don’t consider ourselves to be extremely religious people but I can tell you that I have never prayed more for anything in my life.  To know that all of you have sent your positive words, thoughts and prayers our way makes us feel so blessed already.  Whether we are nearing the end of our IVF journey, or this is just the beginning, I wanted you all to know just how thankful we are.  You have made a difference in our lives and our hearts.

Our one year anniversary is coming up in a little more than a month and this first year of marriage has been an adventure.  It’s not exactly what we expected.  Luckily we love each other so darn much that all of this has only made us closer.  We are hopeful that the two embryos we transferred last week have decided to stick with us.  We love them so much.  We feel like we know them and like our lives will be forever changed because of them.

Again, thank you for all of your support.  I’m a ball of nerves tonight and am hoping for the best.  I’ll be saying a few more prayers, because it can’t hurt, right?


photo by Lauren Fair

What it’s Really Like

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This journey is hard.  It changes a person.  That may come off as slightly dramatic and maybe it is, but it’s the truth.  When I talk to people, I can hear my voice is different now.  I’m not the same woman I was before starting down this path.  What I’ve noticed is when faced with this journey a lot of people go one of two ways (not all, this is not intended to be a mass generalization, just my observation): obsession or depression, and sometimes both.

I follow a lot of people on instagram who have special TTC (trying to conceive) accounts.  They post pictures from each doctors appointment, they give specific stats about their eggs and embryos and every symptom they have after transfer, analyzing any little feeling within their body.  I do this too.  It’s so consuming, this infertility stuff.  Your days become scheduled around appointments and injections.  You become this crazy superstitious person who starts eating pineapple core and avocado because you read some study that says it could help.  You get laser acupuncture, which just seems like someone is holding a price scanner to your body.  But hey, they say it helps!  You look to your friends, family and support group for validation that your symptoms could very well mean you’re showing early signs of pregnancy.  You eat, breathe and live your infertility journey every second of every day.

When you first find out you’re suffering with infertility you go through a grieving process.  You don’t ever really ‘get over it.’  You just learn to go on.  You no longer have fun doing things you used to do because all you can think about is how you so desperately want to be a parent, yet can’t.  You feel like that commercial where you have a black rain cloud just following you around all day.  While you know it’s ridiculous and that you’re blessed beyond measure for the things you do have, you still can’t feel happy.  Most clinics have therapists/social workers who can work with patients as they go through their journey.  It’s because it’s needed, yet a lot of us won’t make that appointment.  I mean, we already miss a ton of work and a ton of personal/family functions, how are we supposed to squeeze in another appointment with another person that we will have to tell our story all over again to.  More people should make these appointments.

I find myself going back and forth between obsession and depression.  But mixed in, is this weird feeling….hope.  How can one be depressed and hopeful at the same time?  I can’t explain that other than to say if you’ve gone through it, you get it.  While being depressed that my body won’t work the way it was intended, I’m hopeful that with all of the steps we have taken that we will be parents someday (soon).

I’m currently 4 days past my day 6 transfer.  I will have 4 more days to wait before my next appointment that will test for very early levels of hCG (pregnancy hormones).  I’m confident.  I’ve been analyzing each little symptom and feeling I’ve had and it all adds up.  But even after friday’s appointment, that doesn’t mean I’m in the clear.  It’s still a long while before we can breathe a sigh of relief.  I hear from most IVFers that they walk on eggshells until after the first 12 weeks are over (when miscarriage rates drastically drop).  Regardless of outcome on Friday, we won’t be talking about it right away with anyone.  If we’re pregnant, we’ll need some time to keep that just between us until we’re at a ‘safe’ point.  If we’re not, we’ll need time to grieve and think and assess where we go from here.  I’ll be posting about other things (nutrition, nursery ideas, maternity fashion, etc.).  Just know that we’ll let you know when we’re ready.  I hope you can understand.  Thank you for supporting us, always.