November 29, 2007
One More Milestone in the Long Road of Milestones
On Tuesday Nora had a pretty good day. We had a minimal screaming session, and in fact she - wait for it - settled herself to sleep.
Twice.
And one of those times? In the movie theatre. The babies and I, we have a newly installed weekly ritual of going to the Newbies movies together. I love going, and I love going with them. So far they've been brilliant there. It's a Mommy-Baby thing now. I hope it lasts.
Anyway, last night Nick was fast asleep in the bean bag, so I got a snoozy Nora out of the bean bag first. I changed her. For once she wasn't screaming. She was looking around, sucking her hand, blinking her eyes. I held her up and smiled at her.
"Hello my little sparrow," I say, smiling. "It's nice to see you happy."
She looks at me.
She blinks.
And she opens her mouth into an enormous smile, her deep dimple on her right cheek a kissable line, her pink gums exposed.
Oh my God.
"Sparrow..." I say softly. "Did you just smile at Mommy?" I smile to see if I can get her to do it again.
She looks at me, and she lights up again. Dimple flashing, gums a bubblegum pink, and her eyes turned up in happiness.
My little girl smiled at me.
Twice.
And for once, I'm pretty sure it wasn't gas.
I came unglued.
For that, I'll buy her a car.
-H.
PS-my family arrive today for a long weekend. I'm looking forward to seeing them. It'll also make a nice diversion from the arguments and depression that took over the house again last night, a cloud as heavy as last week's. I keep telling myself it'll get better, especially once we get past the Nora screaming hump. I even believe that.
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A smile makes it all better. Nowadays I live for kisses. They are rare, but they make everything worth while. Even the first 12mths of hell.
Posted by: Veronica at November 29, 2007 09:22 AM (JLNey)
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That post was pure magic
Posted by: justdawn at November 29, 2007 09:28 AM (weKVL)
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Just wait to she starts trying to kiss you back!!! Heaven! Hope the arguments subside soon. Have an enjoyable visit with family.
Posted by: oddybobo at November 29, 2007 10:30 AM (L5OQ0)
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The good days actually will form a row. Most babies begin to love being bathed and changed at some point.
And Nora's pretty well off, to smile at six weeks+, being preemie and all.
You rock.
Lily
Posted by: lily at November 29, 2007 10:32 AM (Y8m4l)
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Wait until she actually says "I love you, Mommy".
Posted by: ~Easy at November 29, 2007 12:20 PM (WdRDV)
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Perhaps with family there, you two might get a few minutes alone to just be. A baby's smile could melt a glacier. Perhaps she's moving on from the colic-y stage into the cuddly stage! That would so make your week!
Have a great visit with the family.
*Hugs*
Posted by: Angela at November 29, 2007 12:24 PM (DGWM7)
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wow. a movie theater for moms and babes? that's brilliant. i wish we had that here. Megan from Exile in Kidville recommended I stop by because I have a colicky girl, myself. 4 weeks old. no twins, though.
i'm glad to hear about the smile. my Zora sometimes seems to smile. probably just gas, though. but it beats screaming.
Posted by: furrow at November 29, 2007 12:47 PM (tswKh)
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We were in a hotel in PA the first time he smiled at me and seriously, I was in heaven. Being that he's serious and stoic, he only did it one other time to the hubs.
But trust me, it NEVER gets old.
Posted by: statia at November 29, 2007 01:09 PM (lHsKN)
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Through all the exhaustion, sleeplessness, screaming, etc...finally seeing that smile reminds you that it's all worth it. We all need reminders through this journey.
Posted by: Dotty at November 29, 2007 01:38 PM (KJE2B)
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enjoy the visit with family
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at November 29, 2007 01:43 PM (+MvHD)
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You have to be able to believe anything after getting a real smile from Nora. Wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
Enjoy the visit with your family. I'll be hoping the smiles are more frequent than the crying jags from here on out.
Posted by: Lisa at November 29, 2007 02:34 PM (EcHBm)
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Ooooooh, girl. You are in soooo much trouble! Nora already knows how to work it! ;-)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 29, 2007 02:52 PM (+p4Zf)
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Ah, those wonderful smiles. It gets better and better. I'm so sorry that things have been tough for you guys, but from everything I've read in the past, it seems like you have a foundation to get you through these hard times. And these are the hardest times with newborn twins. Enjoy the visit with your family, and see if maybe you can get some alone time with Angus.
Posted by: Erica at November 29, 2007 03:05 PM (UGW6Y)
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Wonderful! I know it melts your heart.
Have a fun visit with your family. Try to wrangle them into doing your chores while you rest. Hee hee.
Posted by: donna at November 29, 2007 03:06 PM (Kco5r)
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The fact that you called her your little sparrow made my eyes smart with tears.
I have always held a special affection for those little ones that everyone else rarely seems to notice.
Posted by: April at November 29, 2007 03:55 PM (xEWJq)
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so she gets a car and he gets the college of his choice.... Doesn't seem fair, that. :-)
Have a lovely weekend!
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 29, 2007 04:05 PM (/vgMZ)
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"And for once, I'm pretty sure it wasn't gas."
If I had still been drinking milk this morning upon reading that I think it would have came out my nose.
Posted by: Mr.Thomas at November 29, 2007 04:18 PM (HRp3U)
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Really, I'm just commmenting to beg: Will you please, please, pretty please share a pic of miss chompable smiling?
Posted by: Deb at November 29, 2007 04:38 PM (GOFVL)
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Oh hooray for smiles. They really are the best and you will make a complete ASS out of yourself to get her to do it again, and again, and again.
Best wishes to you guys. I truly do hope that once you get past the NoraScreamFest you will find yourselves on more even ground generally.
Posted by: Sarah at November 29, 2007 05:11 PM (gZ16B)
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I remember the deeply ecstatic thrill of their first smiles!
You know, Helen, reading your blog is reminding me of all those "firsts" when mine were little too and I thank you SO MUCH for bringing back these memories for me! Truly a gift, thank you so much.
Posted by: The other Amber at November 29, 2007 05:40 PM (zQE5D)
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Oh honey! I'm so happy for you. Lil' one sure made you work for that smile, huh? Statia is right: there are more wonderous suprises to come (and not just the joy of poop up the back, either).
Posted by: Margi at November 29, 2007 06:01 PM (xN8ue)
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Nothing like a toothless grin to make you smile.
Unless, of course, it is a twenty something adult-then it is just disturbing.
Wait till they tell you they love you. You will melt in your shoes.
Posted by: Teresa at November 29, 2007 06:06 PM (dcAsn)
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YAY!!! I love milestones like that! Have a good weekend with the family...
Posted by: sue at November 29, 2007 07:09 PM (WbfZD)
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I believe it too. I'd love to see Nora's smile.
Posted by: kenju at November 30, 2007 03:17 AM (TiGru)
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You hang in there, Helen. Everything will be as right as rain. Don't get to down and enjoy all the really good moments like these with Nora.
Posted by: Irene at November 30, 2007 03:32 AM (RL+iu)
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When my son first started smiling at me, it was the happiest I think I have ever felt. It is really amazing.
Posted by: Motel Manager at November 30, 2007 03:04 PM (sbm5C)
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It is so amazing how a smile can solve everything, or at least help you forget about all those other stresses.
Posted by: Lukie at December 01, 2007 12:14 AM (WXIEq)
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Reading your post made me tear up. I could feel your happiness in reading your words. She settled herself, twice. Then she...smiled.
Brought a lump to my throat...how precious these firsts are~
Posted by: Poppy at December 01, 2007 03:50 AM (ep+JJ)
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Baby smiles are the best and most sincere...Savor them.
Posted by: Marie at December 01, 2007 04:02 AM (OVSV9)
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Wonderful! It's an amazing feeling. Ours are just starting to smile too. We keep promising to buy them a pony. ;-)
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November 28, 2007
A Day in the Life
I'm sure you wonder just what the hell I do with my day, much like you wonder about the meaning of life and what marshmallow cream is REALLY made of.
So...wanna know how the life of a mother of twins runs?
OK.
6:30-7 am - Wake up to sound of birds singing, the sun shining, and the milk man making his morning rounds. Oh, also there's at least one baby crying. If Nora's involved, then make that one baby crying and one baby screaming a blue streak. Struggle into clothes I left in a heap by the bed in a haze the night brefore (although I do have a system whereby I chuck a clean pair of knickers on the floor each night. This means that although my clothes may have spit up on them from the day before, at least my beaver is in new happy territory.)
7 - Pee and brush teeth
7:02 - Make way downstairs. Throw Gorby out to the back garden to take care of his own goddamn needs. Pop bottles in microwave. Grind coffee beans and boil water. Set up bibs, burping cloths, and bottles on couch.
7:05 - Go upstairs to babies. Talk soothingly. Turn on the Rainforest Bouncer, as they watch the lights while I change them. Administer Infacol. Change diapers (usually to sounds of screaming, as they both hate having their diapers changed). Talk to Nora in happy tones, to encourage happy behavior. Fail miserably.
7:08 - Carry babies downstairs. Hand one off to Angus, who has been getting himself up and teeth brushed. I feed one, he feeds one.
The rest of the day isn't as exact, but it goes more or less like this:
8:00 - Feeding and burping done. Nora usually goes right back to sleep, whereas Nick usually is awake after the first feed.
8 - 10:00 - Interact with Nick and make breakfast.
10:00 - 10:30 - One of us walks that ridiculous animal known as Gorby. If Angus walks him, I take a shower. Change out of spit-uppy cloths. Load washing machine with dirty clothes.
10:30 - Remind myself to feed cat.
10:30 - 11:00 - Laundry. Fold previous day's laundry draped on rack in the living room (we are dryer-less. Also? Winter. So clothes dried inside.) Start new load with every piece of dirty laundry I can find.
11:00 - Feeding time. Warm bottles. I know some people frown on this and some are ok with it, but we discussed it with the midwives and our GP, and they have said that keeping a supply of bottles in the fridge is ok, as long as it's never more than 24 hours. It never is. So the bottom shelf in our fridge usually looks something like this:
There's a bottle of something in there for everyone. Keeping a daily supply of bottles isn't for everyone, but it works for us and both babies are still alive, so something must be working ok.
Remove bottles from microwave and shake vigorously. Get burp cloths and bibs assembled.
11 - Change babies. Administer Infacol. Feed babies. I usually feed both of them at the same time myself, as Angus is working. I like doing it, and he's not the one on maternity leave. This is my first shot at watching about 30 minutes of TV, as I have it on while feeding them. This is how life is. Life is 30 minutes of TV all strung together.
12 - Finish feeding babies. Try to put them down. Enjoy various degrees of success.
12:10 - If Angus is home, make lunch. If home alone, skip lunch. Load washing machine with next load of laundry. Try to blog and/or read email. Usually fail on both counts.
12:30 - Load dishwasher with lunch dishes.
12:34 - Wish I hadn't cut my hair.
12:35 - Hang up laundry on drying rack.
12:44 - Cat reminds me she wants some food, please.
12:45 - Make bottles. We have a bottle drying rack which I love. Actually, we have 3 of them. What can I say, we have twins who use a lot of bottles.
We were in the sterilization of bottles phase in the beginning, in that we boiled the bottles before use. We've long since given up on that, and they get run through the dishwasher using specially designed bottle baskets that we bought. Some frown on this practice, but again the midwife and the doctor were fine with it, and our kids? Still alive. Clearly the dishwasher is ok.
12:58 - Wish I'd cut more of my hair off.
1:00 - Put laundry away. Clean.
2:00 - Clean.
2:25 - Must feed cat.
2:30 - Make us a cup of tea. Caffeine shot badly needed. We run on about 5 hours a night of sleep, we'll take caffeine any way we can get it. Mainlining the stuff has indeed occurred to me.
3:00 - Change babies. Feeding time at the zoo again. Warm bottles, administer Infacol, get bibs, yadda yadda yadda.
3:30 - Try to encourage play time, using Rainforest Bouncer, Aquarium Swing, playgym, or a yellow teething giraffe from Auntie Statia that they both adore. Try to stop playtime before hitting overstimulization. Usually fail spectacularly. At the end of this playtime Nora usually commences the scream-a-thon.
4:00 - Try to console Nora. Fail. Put Nora to bed.
4:25 - Clean. Unload dishwasher. Dishwasher and washing machine are unloaded as soon as they finish. If I fall behind, I'll never catch up again. It's like The Running Man, only without the guns.
4:28 - Fuck. Forgot cat again.
4:40 - Try to console Nora.
4:45 - Clean. OK, it's not like we live in a fucking pigsty or anything, but there is ALWAYS something needing cleaning. Is the living room largely tidy? Yes ("largely" being the key word there). Is the bathroom clean? Yes. Is there toothpaste on the mirror? Most likely, but it hasn't killed anyone yet. Or maybe it has. I haven't tidied the loft yet, perhaps there's something up there I should know about, perhaps Crest really IS a killer.
5:15 - Try to console Nora. Nora scoffs my consolation techniques. She demands my A game.
5:30 - Clean/console Nora/have The Simpsons running in the background/try to read email. Potentially even getting a reply or two off.
5:58 - Try to stop Maggie from marching on the neighbor's homes in anger. Feed cat. Finally. She promises to destroy an item of my clothing in response.
6:00 - Go upstairs to console Nora. Discover Nora has worked herself out of her swaddle and diaper. Change diaper, Nora, and bedding. Try to soothe Nora, give up, load washing machine with more dirty laundry and open bottle of wine. Between Nora's colicky fits and Nick's possetting, we go through a lot of laundry.
6:30 - Try to console Nora.
6:45 - Start fire in fireplace. Convince self that a fire will make it all better.
7:00 - Change babies. Feed babies. Nick is usually awake after this feeding, while his little sister goes back upstairs to continue off the screaming. I've started bringing a spare car seat into the kitchen with me so he can keep me company while I cook. Nick's definition of helping is to look around and keep his mouth in a permanent "O" position. He's damn cute. I'm not biased or anything.
7:15 - Try to console Nora. Switch on White Noise CD.
7:20 - Remember I'd been meaning to bathe Gorby. Figure he can wait until tomorrow. Get broom to chase buzzards away from him.
8:00 - Enjoy silence of Nora sleeping.
8:05 - Nora has awoken, remembers she was supposed to be angry, and is screaming again.
8:10 - More wine.
8:12 - Wish I hadn't have cut my hair.
8:30 - Dinner is served. Nick getting dozy.
9:00 - Load dishes into dishwasher.
9:30 - Try to console Nora.
9:45 - Put Nick down to sleep. Pat self on back for how calm Nick is. Promise Nick he can have his choice of universities as a reward.
10:00 - Another glass of wine? Don't mind if I do.
10:02- Maybe shorter hair would be better.
10:15 - Every other day the babies get a bath. Not the most peaceful of times. Cue screaming on levels that Edvard Munch would be impressed by. Regardless of bath/no bath the babies get a change of clothing - again, in Nora's case.
11:00 - Finish feeding. Burping time.
11:30 - Babies go to bed. They usually go to sleep immediately (apart from last night when Nick decided to get in on Nora's screaming action and he cried All. Night. Long.)
11:40 - Walk dog. Put screen over fireplace. Brush teeth. Put new pair of knickers on the floor (preparation, people!).
Midnight - Collapse into bed.
Midnight - 6 am - 50% of the time the babies sleep through the night. The other 50% one of them wakes up. We have learned through many, many nights of experience that if one of them wakes up, they're not actually hungry. Try to feed them and they're simply not interested. So if a baby wakes up, they get moved to the travel cot so as not to wake the other twin up (we use a Boppy as a crib seperator during the day, as if one kicks the other one then both are awake. One can scream all it wants, it won't wake the other, but if they boot each other they both wake up. At night, though, they like to sleep next to each other, so the Boppy comes down. Who knew a pregnancy pillow would be so damn helpful?)
That's the schedule. Lather, rinse, repeat. That's it in a nutshell. So if you wonder why I'm not blogging daily (although I do try to upload a photo daily. I often fail at that, too.), why I'm late at replying to emails right now (if I can reply to them at all, which I'm not. I am really sorry about that, too, but I really don't get any spare time these days), or what the hell I'm talking about by being bogged down with housework and screaming...well, you know why.
-H.
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Your schedule impresses the hell out of me! I can't believe you are handling that all by yourself (and by that I mean, largely without the many hands of friends and family around). You are a rockstar mama.
Posted by: Kimberly at November 28, 2007 01:28 PM (v57BG)
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Goodness. No wonder you're tired. Dryerless? If I was in your shoes I'd feel I needed two washers AND two dryers just to keep up. I don't know how you do it, honestly.
I for one certainly don't expect daily posts, or email replies for that matter. If I drop by more often than I should it's because I can't help but come back and see what others have had to say in comments. I come back to look at the pictures in past entries. I read your blog like a favorite book. I hope that's not wrong. Don't worry what other people expect, think, speculate, or gossip about - you and A are doing a much better job of parenting twins than I think (am sure) we would have managed, and without any outside help! You're amazing.
And like yesterday's photo, there will be many moments where the rewards remind you why it's all worth it. The smiles and interaction will come and you'll fall in love all over again at each new stage. Those moments sure help when you're sure you're ready to lose your mind. Hang in there!
Posted by: Lisa at November 28, 2007 02:10 PM (EcHBm)
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Damn, woman! You are a machine! And there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with making up a day's worth of bottles at a time. Our situation was a bit different, but we had to supplement S's breast milk with preemie formula at 1 tsp/5 oz and so we had a row of bottles all mixed with the formula and ready to be decanted - and sometimes they were even in there MORE THAN 24 HOURS!!!
We STILL use the bottle basket, too - sippy cup valves go in the top, lids in the bottom, straws (we mostly use straw cups around here) on the side.
Posted by: Sarah at November 28, 2007 02:12 PM (I5n47)
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DAMN! You my dear... are the woman! I respect and admire you so much!
P.S. The babes continue to get more adorable and I love the outtakes from the photo session!
Posted by: Tracey at November 28, 2007 02:19 PM (jgdKP)
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You are clearly getting the hang of this parenting/motherhood thing.
I dealt with a colicky baby too - it is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. I do hope that you & Nora figure out what it is that makes her unhappy. For us it was a switch to soy formula, for a friend it was a switch in clothing - these babies really should come with an owners manual.
Posted by: cursingmama at November 28, 2007 02:22 PM (PoQfr)
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Ah, I remember it too well. And I promise is does get better. I PROMISE! We make a pitcher of formula (still do) everyday and just pour into the bottles come feeding time. And we put all bottles in the dishwasher! Are there crazy people out there that don't do that? Ah, those are the women with just 1 baby. I see. 8-)
Mine started sleeping through around 3.5 months. And that was about 11pm-7am ... Now they go down at 7pm and wake at 7am. You will get there. You will all figure it out together. right now, sounds like you have the twin schedule down perfectly. Although I would see if maybe you can start with the wine just a little earlier in the day. 8-) Hang in there!
Posted by: Erica at November 28, 2007 02:43 PM (D6tE/)
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Every other day the babies get a bath. Not the most peaceful of times.
I remember bath time quite well. My children screamed like I was killing them. Ugh. I did get quite good at it, though. I could bathe and swaddle a baby in 90 seconds flat, which reduced the screaming time.
As to the rest of your day, it's more than a little familiar. The one thing different I did was the 5-10 minutes of face time each day. Since most babies sleep on their backs to reduce the possibility of SIDS, the back of their neck muscles don't get enough exercise. Ergo, face time down on a blankie on the floor, where you get to watch the children scream while they lift their heads off the floor. Okay, my daughter didn't scream. She'd just settle in for a nap. My son, on the other hand, hated face time even more than bath time. His neck got a great workout.
For the record, bath time will become fun around 3-4 months, especially, when you can move them to a sitting up position in a real tub. Then they start playing. Also, you're no longer having to hold their little heads still while washing, which proved quite a challenge at times.
Take care. You're doing a tremendous job, which I don't find surprising at all.
Posted by: physics geek at November 28, 2007 03:07 PM (MT22W)
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You are doing so well! My mother feels your pain of dealing with colic (me) and a puke-child (my sister)...and she had three years between them and she and my father had lots of help. Neither are fun, but as the other commenters have been saying, it won't last forever. Soon they'll be smiling and laughing and so much
fun as well as cute and loveable.
You are amazing.
Posted by: Laura at November 28, 2007 04:16 PM (FFBkP)
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I have twins also, and wish I had know this tip a few months ago when we were still swaddling them.
http://goddessinprogress.blogspot.com/2007/11/uber-swaddle.html
Maybe it will help Nora, who sounds very strong!
Posted by: krissy at November 28, 2007 04:22 PM (ES1ip)
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My nephews hated their baths too. At least, they hated it on that sponge thinger. They liked the actual tub-sitting baths. They might still but they're teenagers now so I think attempting to bathe them would creep everyone out (especially me) on several levels.
Your routine is a good one. Routines are good with new babies. (You like how I'm the pinnacle of baby assvice even though I've never had one and have solemnly sworn myself to a barren ute?) Don't forget to laugh. Sometimes, that's all you can do. I know you're worried about screwing them up or breaking them because everyone worries about that. But babies are far heartier creatures than we give them credit for. And to spite the blue streak screaming, they're pretty forgiving too.
I send you lots of love!!
Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 28, 2007 04:42 PM (+p4Zf)
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Great job on getting them on a good schedule - eventually it will pay off! My boys hated their baths too...but i only had to do one at a time...of course its crazy but you are really doing wonderful and those babies are absolutely beautiful their skin is so silky soft...i think i smell them (not their diapers) every time I read your page!!
Posted by: Steff at November 28, 2007 05:05 PM (xjmcr)
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you are seriously awesome. It bears repeating: seriously awesome.
I couldn't do nearly as well!
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 28, 2007 05:18 PM (IfXtw)
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You're doing great. Don't worry about emails. Don't worry about blogging except for venting/celebrating as you've been doing here for your release.
You're doing awesomeness!
Posted by: The other Amber at November 28, 2007 05:24 PM (zQE5D)
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Oh and sorry to double comment but I LOVE the various bottles in the fridge. And the wine glasses on the counter.
Whatever it takes. Hells yeah.
Posted by: The other Amber at November 28, 2007 05:33 PM (zQE5D)
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I'm impressed that you manage to brush your teeth twice in a day. I'm lucky if I get that far at all.
Posted by: Tinker at November 28, 2007 06:04 PM (HGoEM)
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Oh, and have you tried a Tummy Tub for the baths? My two will nearly nod off while in there.
Posted by: Tinker at November 28, 2007 06:05 PM (HGoEM)
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We were all about the bottles in the fridge in the beginning, and we're still about the bottles in the dishwasher now. And your schedule is pretty much mirrored what ours was too for a long time, the Mini had pretty much the same feeding schedule and still kind of loosely does. Even though it's so predictable and boring, you need that in order to not go batshit.
Posted by: statia at November 28, 2007 06:07 PM (lHsKN)
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Also? Any day that you get through and everyone's still alive in the end, is a good day.
Posted by: statia at November 28, 2007 06:08 PM (lHsKN)
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I love the beer and the milk in the fridge...you got your priorities exactly right!
Posted by: Becks at November 28, 2007 07:06 PM (8oiaV)
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What! Is that ALL you do all day?
Why are you loading that shotgun? (sound of round racked into chamber) Hey! Careful where you point that thing! I was just joking, alright? Watch where you stick that barrel, it's COLD! Please, put it down! HELP(!! I WAS ONLY KIDDING, DAMMIT!! PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEE!!!! NOOOOOO!!!
(multiple booms and click-clicks, soon followed by sound of Helen beating Diamond Dave's lifeless corpse with butt of shotgun, screaming obscenities such as Redrum, Redrum! Say hello to my little friend! Say what! Say what again, I dare you, I double dare you, motherf****r! Get away from her, you BITCH! I'll turn you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! Put the f***ing lotion in the basket!)
Excuse me, just rambling again. Thought you could use a smile.
Posted by: diamond dave at November 28, 2007 09:59 PM (dWCLw)
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Sounds like you have a pretty good schedule going...love how you ensure that you have clean undies
My youngest child is 22 yrs. old, my oldest 31. From the youngest to the oldest I had pre-made bottles in the fridge. I only made enough for a 24 hr. supply but being able to pull them out of the fridge, heat and feed was great. My granddaughters were the make the bottle when you need it baby's. Total pain in the ass. So I cheat when Grace is here...I make enough bottles for the hours I'll be watching her and that's the way we roll. *said with a self satisfied snap of the head*
Sterilizing bottles. The doctors instructions for all 4 of my children were to sterilize complete bottle (cap, collar, nipple and bottle). We were also told to heat water to boiling to make the formula.
My granddaughters...sterilization is not necessary and bottles can be made as needed using tap water. Dump powdered formula, give bottle good shaking, serve. *shrug*
Times change. Who's right? Who knows? From what I can see babies thrive no matter who you do things as long as you use basic common sense and cleanliness.
You're little ones are doing great (Nora's colic aside) and I tip my hat to you for a job well done.
Posted by: Poppy at November 28, 2007 11:12 PM (ep+JJ)
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Ignore those spelling/word usage errors up there...I'm getting old
Posted by: Poppy at November 28, 2007 11:14 PM (ep+JJ)
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bastard computer ate my comment. in brief:
- i think you should cut yourself some slack and do less cleaning. Sit down occasionally and have a cup of tea. And why get dressed twice? Just do the first couple of hours in your pjs maybe?
- it will get better. I remember tertia's blog when adam and kate were tiny and she was insane w tiredness. I think 12 weeks was a turnign point for her.
Posted by: thalia at November 28, 2007 11:31 PM (2FeHx)
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God can i just say that i hate you, my 7.5 week old is still up every 2 hours to eat,, am so haggard.
Posted by: Christina at November 29, 2007 01:16 AM (cu+y1)
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You are superwoman. 'nuff said.
Posted by: Veronica at November 29, 2007 09:20 AM (JLNey)
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Sounds like a pretty normal schedule to me!
Posted by: ~Easy at November 29, 2007 12:19 PM (WdRDV)
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Phew. I have 4.5 month old twins and I'M tired after reading that!! I have gone back to work now but spent the day at home on Tuesday and got a taste of that again. I was so much busier then than I am at work. There is just ALWAYS something to do at home...especially when you are pulling double duty.
BTW...we made a day's worth of formula every night...I can't imagine not being able to do that. We do the bottle baskets in the dishwasher, too. We did find an awesome dishwaser that has a steam sterilzer function but, if you read my blog, you'll see that's not going to happen unless we find one somewhere else.
I'm glad to have found another twin mommy blog!!
Posted by: Kirsten at November 29, 2007 04:44 PM (+NX83)
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I understand. Completely.
Posted by: sue at November 29, 2007 07:07 PM (WbfZD)
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Ah yes, our day sounds much the same. And our fridge looks much the same.
I put a note on the fridge that says: "don't forget: feed the cat!".
;-)
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November 27, 2007
A Reminder
Sometimes, having twins is so hard.
The crying, the feeding times, the colic, the impact on our relationship, the sheer amount of laundry that is created...
And sometimes, like today, like with my babies 20 minutes ago just before I had to rouse them for their last feed, like with the day the two of them and I have had, one of those days that will go down in the books as a good day, I'm reminded of just how amazing they really are.
It's the little moments like these that remind me that every single minute is worth it.
I hope that they're best friends forever.
-H.
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This ^^^ is the reason I always thought I wanted twins. Practicalities aside, the miracle of twinship amazes me in a magical way. {{hugs}}
Posted by: Lisa at November 27, 2007 10:47 PM (EcHBm)
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Amazing, and beautiful...
Posted by: Teresa at November 27, 2007 11:27 PM (4hFaC)
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They are so incredibly beautiful. What an awesome photograph.
xoxo
Posted by: Natalie at November 28, 2007 12:09 AM (1Netr)
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This makes me even MORE excited to meet my own babies . . . also makes me a bit teary :-)
Posted by: uccellina at November 28, 2007 12:19 AM (emYvd)
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There are 7 sets of twins in 3 generations of our family... and none of us in our generation has come up with them... they're waiting on me... apparently.
I see a photo like this and think.
I'm up for it.
Posted by: deeleea at November 28, 2007 12:23 AM (yAemL)
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Yeah, it's such an amazing blessing having twins. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed and want to cry because it is a lot of work, and then they look at me and smile, and it's all ok. And wait till they start to interact with each other! It's so cool! For us it didn't start to happen until recently (7.5 months) but now they look at each other and smile and coo at each other, and it makes me eyes well up!
Posted by: Erica at November 28, 2007 01:28 AM (D6tE/)
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That is an amazing picture.
You get double the trouble, but double the fun.
=)
Posted by: Amanda at November 28, 2007 01:43 AM (uFc12)
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That is a beautiful picture!
Posted by: Christina at November 28, 2007 01:56 AM (cu+y1)
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They will always have a bond. Our boy/girl twins may act as if they hate each other sometimes, but you can see the love they have for each other. That is the sweetest photo I've ever seen.
Posted by: kenju at November 28, 2007 02:08 AM (TiGru)
Posted by: Tinker at November 28, 2007 03:56 AM (HGoEM)
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*jaw drop*
What a fabulous photo. WOW.
Posted by: Opal at November 28, 2007 03:58 AM (bjaFY)
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Having just spent a holiday of 10+ hour drives each way with my four children, I can guarantee you that they will NOT always be best friends, and when they're doing the whole "He's touching me!" thing in the car, you may question why you ever THOUGHT having children was a good idea in the first place. But as others have said, I'm sure they will definitely have a very special bond. If nothing else, in 20 years they'll laugh over their mom's Elf addiction! (And the fact that she'll always insist on making a turkey in November that she never eats.)
Posted by: Tracy at November 28, 2007 03:58 AM (zv3bS)
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Glad to know that your familia is adjusting to your new life together, with all of its ups and downs. Your babies are beautiful! We're still waiting for our little one to arrive (going into extra innings now), so I know it is especially inappropriate for me to recommend reading material on a subject I haven't dealt with before, but I suppose that hasn't stopped me before. I'm also not certain about blog etiquette on this topic either. But, if you're interested, the book "Birthing from Within" which mainly deals with a topic that you are well past, has chapters on "gestating parenthood" and "babyproofing your marriage" that I thought were interesting. The authors recommend the book, "The Transition to Parenthood: How a First Child Changes a Marriage" by Jay Belsky and John Kelly. Since your twins are the first children with your relationship with your partner, I thought it might be helpful. But then again, I am not at that stage yet, and do not speak from experience!
My best to your whole family...
Posted by: Tangomama at November 28, 2007 05:01 AM (RCm6l)
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Thank goodness for wonderful moments like that and for you having the camera handy to share it with us. How terribly sweet! They are precious!
Posted by: Irene at November 28, 2007 05:33 AM (RL+iu)
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Look how gorgeous they look!
Posted by: Veronica at November 28, 2007 10:55 AM (jlIi6)
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It's amazing how one moment can wash away all of the stress, isn't it?
Great pic!!
Posted by: ~Easy at November 28, 2007 12:03 PM (WdRDV)
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I read your blog everyday and almost never comment. I have 5 children, the youngest being 6 weeks old. That photo is probably the cutest thing I have ever seen, even though baby photos are par for the course for me.
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I love that picture... that is one to treasure.
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November 26, 2007
Math is Hard, Barbie
I'm having a hard time putting things into words, really. Not a usual complaint, in fact most of the time I need to dial down the verbosity, but sometimes I do get stuck.
Thanksgiving passed by in a whir of Thanksgivinglessness. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It was a harder holiday than usual, not least because the day before the big turkey day we had a discussion that contained the topic of discussion of leaving. Leaving for a longer term than my 24 hour hotel yearning. Leaving for a term that included a question mark.
And really any dining room table talk that includes the idea of leaving for any length of time is a bad conversation to have.
I guess we hit a new low. Somewhere along the way we had stopped communicating and started resenting. We didn't talk to each other with respect while arguing. We both needed some work. We converged on many layers of upset from many layers of life that piled on the table like a many layered dream coat.
The leaving talk was parked behind the scary shed, a place neither of us want to venture in the dark.
You read that having a baby changes the family dynamics, that having a baby changes people. And it does. Disregard this saying at your peril, but brace yourself for large changes in how you are as a couple. They say it's mathematical, but I feel that's a little formulaic, it's not like we're equations. If X = me and Y = baby then Z = me wondering how baby affects the day to day while the laugh track to Will & Grace plays in the background. Thus:
X (me) + Y (baby) = day to day chaos.
There is a lot missing in this equation for me. The obvious being what happens if Y = babies, as I have no concept of what raising one infant is like versus the two that I have. I also need my equation updated to reflect the fact that Angus has already been down this route. So:
X (me) + (Y*2twins)/W (Angus changing nappies) = Rare moment of drama as seen in M*A*S*H final episode.
But that's not all of it. What the equation is missing is that although Angus went through IVF with me, that he found the bottom of a cup attractive and he held my hand as I recovered, it doesn't mean he actively wanted children. He did this for me, but not because he wanted children, not at all. He's not the only man - I've had emails from women whose husbands did not want children/more children. We're the silent masses. No one talks about this equation because we don't want our husbands judged. We don't want our loves of our lives judged...and we don't want to be judged either. We're one of those Dear Abby columns:
Dear Abby -
I want a baby so badly I'm willing to kneecap prospective ice skating stars. My husband doesn't want a baby, not at all. How can I convince him to come around and help me realize the one thing I want more than size 4 thighs? Will he ever come around?
Love,
Distraught Ovarian Reserve
PS-and how can I get him to want to marry me? Like, feel like he'll die if he doesn't marry me and spend the rest of his life with me?
Dear Abby's reply would be along these lines:
Dear DOR,
Get a clue. You can't change a person, and you can't make them want something they don't want. By all means, ask him/trick him/beg him/bribe him/nag him into having a baby, but suck it up once the baby arrives and your man resents you, because not all men look at their newborn babies and the slate is wiped clean. Some men don't "come around", babe. And you'll only have size 4 thighs if you put those peanut butter crackers down, dear.
Signed,
Abby
PS- please. If you thought he wouldn't come around over the babies thing, what on earth makes you think he wants to look to his left and see you in white? White is UNFLATTERING, dear. Remember that.
You read about it. You see sappy Hollywood films about it. But for some, once the baby arrives, the ending doesn't change. They still don't want babies. They still would rather be in 2006 than 2007. Not all men fall instantly in love with their babies and immediately forgive the babies their mothers' sins. Some men love their babies, but...
No one asks Angus how he's doing. You have a baby, the mother and baby get asked constantly. We get checked and monitored, we get quizzes to evaluate our emotional state and prodded to evaluate our physical one. We go up and down like whore's drawers but the dad, well, he gets to sit in the background. I'm not a guy, but I can imagine this is an emotional roller coaster for them, too. Like we get postpartum depression, I can't believe that some men don't get depressed. Like me, Angus has been through wild highs and dismal lows since we boarded the baby train. Life has changed, and anytime you have change you have uncertainty. If you have uncertainty, surely you have worry. If you have worry, you can get the blues. Men, they are truly affected by the arrival of a baby, too.
But no one ever asks them how they are.
No one ever offers to help them.
My equation mutates then.
X (me) + (Y*2twins)/W (Angus changing nappies while handling the changes life has thrown our way) + X is unable to help him = Confusing time not unlike trying to understand what the fuck Stephen Hawking is talking about.
Add to it the fact that we have twins. And while Nick is sweetness and light most of the time - a truly easygoing baby who is completely content to just look around and curl up like a prawn, a tiny little guy who nearly fits into newborn clothes almost two months after he was born - there is his sister to contend with. Where Nick is an old soul content to take life calmly, Nora is a force 10 hurricane. We still battle her agressiveness and her colic. She's an easy baby to love, but thanks to the horrific screaming, she's not the easiest baby to like.
Sometimes though she curls up on your chest. She looks at you with her absolutely enormous eyes, and her expression says Please Mommy. Don't give up on me yet. And I kiss her wrinkled forehead and tell her that I will give her chance after chance after chance.
But maybe we're getting better. We spent the weekend with the babies, and had a good time actually. We drove to East Grinstead to take the babies to see Angus' mother. We then stopped in at his brothers'. We had to leave their house early as Nora started into a real tear, but overall it was a good day. And yesterday we drove down to Somerset to a home and renovations exposition. Angus had Nick in the Baby Bjorn and I had Nora in the sling, and Angus was literally stopped every few minutes as people cooed over the visible Nick (Nora was hidden more in the sling). We drove home and laughed and talked and the babies snoozed.
And when Angus stopped in a town to buy us some lunch yesterday he came out with presents for the babies. They are the first gifts he has bought them and I absolutely loved them. We had a good weekend, the two of us. The four of us, actually (apart from several screaming episodes, of course).
Sobering talks were had last week. Maybe they were the kick in the ass that we needed.
I've left every relationship I've ever had without so much as leaving a twenty on the nightstand. But I've packed my running shoes. If I'm not supposed to be with Angus, I'm not supposed to be with anyone. I'm not giving up.
Neither is Angus.
So my equation:
X (me) + (Y*2twins)/W (Angus changing nappies while handling the changes life has thrown our way) + X unable to help him/W bought presents for the babies*Nora's screaming is killing us + Travolta and Newton John singing "You're the One That I Want" = I don't even know anymore. Want some Ramen for lunch?
-H.
PS-J.M. and Lisa both mentioned Elf. As a matter of fact, the day after Thanksgiving I popped that DVD in the player. I've watched the film now. Twice. And no signs of me stopping yet.
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Good on and for you, Angus, Nick, Nora and your nathmatic skills.
Posted by: Charles at November 26, 2007 11:40 AM (kl+xy)
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I've been worried about you the last few days and just wanted to send you lots of love and hugs.
I'm afraid I've got no advice except to say hang in there!
Keep smiling, as my granny used to say!
Posted by: Suzie at November 26, 2007 12:17 PM (weSjv)
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So glad you are ok, I've been checking in to see how you are.
I have had the same thoughts, about my other half wanting to do IVF but not actually thinking about the implications if it works. I guess its the reality that comes with an older man that has children and didnt want any more. I'm right with ya girl.
Posted by: Becks at November 26, 2007 12:17 PM (8oiaV)
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Math was never my strong suit. Some of what you said hit home for me.
Families are hard work. You do the best you can. In the end, that's all you can really do, right?
Posted by: ~Easy at November 26, 2007 12:19 PM (WdRDV)
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I thought of you so much this weekend. We went to my aunt's, whose daughter (my cousin) has 4 month old twin boys (via IVF). It was the first time I met them and they are adorable. Were very tiny at birth (2 1/2 lbs each) but are around 9 1/2 lbs now and doing much better. One is easy, like Nick and the other has more challenges, like Nora.
BUT what I noticed is this: They have arranged their life this way. My aunt goes there S/M/T/W, sleeps over, helps with the nighttime feedings and to keep things moving during the day, Th/F the other daughter comes over to spend the day and help. Plus she has someone she has hired just to be an extra pair of hands to help as needed. And WITH all this help, my cousin and her husband (who is a Brit, btw) both looked pale, drained and totally exhausted. She talked at length (in answer to my questions) about how difficult it is, the sleep deprivation, the scheduling challenges. And that is WITH all that extra help! She said that everyone who has had twins has told her that the first six months are a blur, that you are not really yourself, you are just in survival mode, and that you don't even remember it afterwards.
So please don't do anything rash right now, or anything even remotely final. PLEASE consider getting some (paid) help in - even a day or two/week to clean/straighten the house and take that pressure off you.
I think that Angus is (in part) afraid that the present chaos may be permanent, and if he came home a few days/week to a clean(er) house and a more relaxed you, it might give him hope and confidence for the future (which will, of course, be much calmer and better, even if you can't see it right now). The cost of a few hours of household help twice/week is a BARGAIN compared to the boost it may well bring. At least consider it.
My cousin looked me straight in the eye and said "This is by far the hardest thing I've ever done" and this from a 36 year old very successful business woman who has traveled the world extensively and accomplished all kinds of things.
So please have mercy on yourselves - get some help for a few months. By then, the babies will be sleeping better, Nora's digestion will have matured and settled down, and life will become more predictable and manageable.
You are going to make it. You just can't be superwoman. This is just too big. Good luck.
Posted by: Amy at November 26, 2007 12:48 PM (I9LMv)
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I've also been thinking of you alot lately too and wondering how the storm was passing.
Math is hard, relationships are harder . Throw a newborn kid (or kids, in your case) into the mix...and that's an awful lot of difficult to handle (I think anyone who claims otherwise is frankly lying or has found out about some secret recipe that I clearly lack in my cookbook)...I'm rooting for all 4 of you! And please know that I'm thinking of you from accross the pond.
Posted by: wn at November 26, 2007 01:01 PM (zh/oU)
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Intrepid. Adventurers who for the for the joy ahead climb the mountain. And to do it with math? Now THAT's a skill.
Keep going. It may not have felt like it lately but you guys are giant killers. I'm sure of it.
Posted by: deeleea at November 26, 2007 01:08 PM (IphB3)
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hugs to you
that's all I have to offer
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at November 26, 2007 01:44 PM (+MvHD)
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Remember that you can do this.
No matter how hard it seems now, it is not forever and frankly, you've done things that you will look back on as harder than what you're doing now. (That parses, doesn't it?)
Much love to you and your family. You'll get better. I promise.
Posted by: B. Durbin at November 26, 2007 01:56 PM (tie24)
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I'm with Amy; try not to do anything rash or permanent in the 1st 6 months. Things will continually improve. The colic will diminish and disappear, they'll start to smile in response to you, they'll sleep through the night, they'll roll over, they'll sit up,.... It just keeps getting better. I know it's hard for both of you, but as my favorite comedian says, "Hard is good," because it builds character, bonds, and forges one's resolve.
As the old song says, "Everyone wants to get to heaven, but nobody wants to die." In other words, we all want the good stuff without the hard stuff that's usually required to get us there. It may be asking too much to ENJOY the hard times (then again, maybe not), but at least endure it, persevere, and enjoy the fun times as they inevitably will come.
Posted by: Solomon at November 26, 2007 02:01 PM (x+GoF)
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You're remarkable to be able to see Angus's point of view, Helen. To your equation add T for time, which will change everything. My husband didn't want a second baby, wouldn't even hold her. She is now his favorite person on earth.
Posted by: Karen at November 26, 2007 02:16 PM (39Ops)
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I am so proud of you and very glad to hear you and Angus had a good weekend; I've been thinking about you and wondering how things were going.
I don't often tell people this for all the reasons you mentioned, but I am particularly proud of and yet challenged by the behaviors of my youngest child, for whom I literally begged to conceive. Promised I'd be the one to change him, walk him, feed him, and deal with his crap if I could just have another baby before the I got too old. He didn't think much of the little lump who cried and woke him up (he worked nights), and I felt like my life would never be the same again. He would hold him, but they didn't really bond until much later - I could safely say that G was at least a year old before that happened. I still occasionally think that he thinks we'd be better off if we hadn't had another kid (we were SUCH pros with our first child; he was such an easy going baby and sweet toddler), and that tears me up inside because I can't imagine my life without my youngest baby (who is now NINE, I may have mentioned). And who now makes us laugh every day, sees things in such an unusual way and has such a great analytical brain that I think if he ever stops getting into mischief he will surely become a brain surgeon, rocket scientist, or the inventor of the Internet 3000 someday. Time truly does change everything, thank goodness.
You're not alone. I know you know you're not alone, but I thought it bears mentioning again. Oh, and Amy nailed it about the first six months being sheer hell that you don't even remember clearly afterwards, and that it does pass. Honest. Even with just one I felt that way, but it makes sense that the feeling is compounded by having any number of multiples. I'm sure it would be a drain on an already-tight budget to have someone in to clean but the value for money will likely prove excellent in the long run.
I am glad to see this post from you today; I've been worried along with everyone else. And last but not least... Yay for Elf!!
Posted by: Lisa at November 26, 2007 02:45 PM (EcHBm)
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I've been thinking about you a lot. I have no experience/wisdom to impart, just writing to say that I'm supporting you every step of the way.
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Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 26, 2007 03:49 PM (+p4Zf)
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I'm so glad to hear that you guys had a good weekend together. Sometimes that's just what you need to reconnect a bit. I agree that if it's AT ALL possible, please get some domestic help in. It really helps your state of mind to have the bathrooms scrubbed and the bookshelves dusted for you even if it's only every other week or so.
Posted by: donna at November 26, 2007 03:55 PM (Kco5r)
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I was so glad to see your post this morning. I was worried about you. I agree with everyone's advice about not making any rash decisions right now. I really believe in my heart that things will all sort themselves out.
My daughter was colicky as an infant too. It was so stressfull, listening to her scream and cry for hours at a time. I loved her immensely but the screaming made me want to scream in return. Like that was going to help. It's very frustrating but fortunately, it will come to an end. The colic will go away and things will eventually settle out.
Posted by: Trainy at November 26, 2007 04:30 PM (cB/4p)
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Your title reminds me of a cartoon made from a bunch of clip art someone put together and called, "Diversity in the Workplace". One of the women figures has her head tilted as her male co-worker seems to be explaining something to her at the meeting. The "bubble" above her head is saying "math is hard". The rest of the cartoon is just as horribly offensive to everyone else in similar bigoted ways.
It also makes me laugh really hard every time I see it. Because I'm twisted that way, I guess. Even though I fit the stereotype, much to my vexation. I suck at math, I truly do. Gah.
And I'm blond to boot.
Still funny. Well, to me anyway. If I can't laugh at my own stereotype, why then, I have no business laughing at anyone's else's either.
I'm also glad you posted. I also thought about you and your family over the last few days and hoped things were better. And I like to run away too when faced with difficult emotional situations; ask my husband! lol The first time I ran out of the house during an intense argument, he was shocked to his core! I don't do that anymore; now I just go to another room and wait until I begin to miss him instead of wanting to strangle him. Much better than having the drive all the way back again. Although there is a lot to be said for arguments via cell phones; taking away the physical tension is helpful. Hmmm...maybe go into separate rooms, then talk on your cells?
Yes it
sounds silly but you don't have to tell anyone! (Except us, of course!)
Posted by: The other Amber at November 26, 2007 05:03 PM (zQE5D)
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"It was my understanding that there would be no math."
I'm well aquainted with the stress that one baby adds. Actually, I understand the multiple child issue as #2 was born when #1 was 22 months old. Interesting dynamic, that. Anyway, the first 1-2 months were the hardest for us. Lack of sleep and crying fits finally rubbed our nerves pretty raw. It was a little too easy to be cranky. Really, really cranky. Anyway, we both avoided saying insanely mean things that (a) we wouldn't actually mean and (b) we could never take back. Once we got over the hump, things got better. Especially around 2 months or so when someone watched our son for a few hours while the two of us went out to dinner. Alone. That was really an important lesson for me. Regardless of how much you love your children, you need to remind yourself often that the two of you exist as an entity outside of parenthood. And you need to remind yourself of that fact. Often.
But I've got no doubts about you. You seem to be figuring out things just fine on your own.
Posted by: physics geek at November 26, 2007 05:18 PM (MT22W)
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Ugh. Twins are really hard. And I know that really wasn't the original outcome you guys wanted. Not that for one second it takes away the love you feel for them, but I know Angus didn't want twins. And I'm sure he loves to them to pieces, but like you said, on a daily basis it's HARD. I WANTED twins. I was HOPING for them. So was my husband. And there are days, man, well, I would like to turn back that calendar. I would love to go back to just me and him and our sweet freedom. And he has days were he fells like that. And sometimes its the same days, and sometimes it's not.
I have no advice. Every relationship is different. And having twins changes everything. But you both love each other, and you both love your kids, and for all of those reasons, you will find a way to get through the tough times. Always thinking of you all!
Posted by: Erica at November 26, 2007 05:29 PM (UGW6Y)
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That post made my heart ache for you.
Sending you a big tight virtual <<>>.
Posted by: Heidi at November 26, 2007 05:41 PM (i9+oC)
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Elf was on USA all weekend. I made my family watch it two and a half times. (sorry, had to wiggle some bright green play-doh out of it's container and tell the dog NOT to eat it.)
I really suck at math (algebra specifically) and so the equations made my mind explode just a bit. Sometimes it takes one of those scary talk to get things in perspective and light a fire under your asses.
Life is going to throw you every curve ball it can and as long as you're both in it for the long haul, then it will all some how sort itself out. It has to, right?
Posted by: Michele at November 26, 2007 06:29 PM (h1vml)
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yay! for a good weekend. I'm glad you got out for a bit and I am very glad to hear Elf is back on the rotation.
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 26, 2007 06:29 PM (/vgMZ)
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With four kids, one at a time, it was horrific and stressful and wonderful and miraculous. I can't imagine double it all - at once. My heart has been with you all ... just keep hanging in there. In the midst of it all you'll figure out it is too wonderful to miss, even the bad.
Posted by: sue at November 26, 2007 06:47 PM (WbfZD)
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Becoming a father is a huge decision. This wasn't an 'accident' or a trap. He agreed to the IVF and now there are two babies that deserve to be loved wholeheartedly, as much as one can when dealing with those difficult first months. Sure there will be negative feelings but outright hostility is uncalled for. If he's mad at himself for agreeing to fatherhood, he shouldn't take it out on you or the babies. There's really not much point in those emotions as the babies are here to stay. It's not like he gets a free pass to be an ass just because he gave you a clue beforehand that he didn't really want more children. Once he filled that cup, he gave up the right to throw parenthood back in your face.
You should both seriously consider leaving because once you do that hopefully you'll both see that it's not a solution and will only lead to more problems. I'm glad things are looking up but I hate the thought of you walking on eggshells waiting for him to be unhappy again. Whatever happens, don't let his feelings affect your feelings about the babies.
Good luck. It does get better. Do you know that these little munchkins actually start sleeping through the night eventually? Yes, it's true. Hopefully it will happen earlier for you than it did for me.
Posted by: paula at November 26, 2007 06:58 PM (jh9Oj)
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Helen luv...
Love is an art not a science..
Its like a Bonsai Tree... It grows and turns.. and you gently work on it. Sometimes it doesn't look quite right.. but you keep working at it.. and you will end up with something to marvel at.
Look at it this way... Angus could have 3 children.. and you could have had triplets... and the next thing you know you'd have a housekeeper named Alice and we'd all be chanting the Bradey Bunch song at you.
"Here's the story ...."
Posted by: LarryConley at November 26, 2007 08:08 PM (h5hqy)
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I wish I could say something profound, but alas-I can't.
Love you.
Posted by: Teresa at November 26, 2007 08:22 PM (9RzTI)
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Good to read you, I thought of you all over the weekend. Don't want to give assvice, but try to get some rest, even if it means to nap when they nap. You won't spoil them, promise. But you certainly have to gather some strength, and have to grab it where you can. If you are exhausted, everything is so much more overwhelming.
I admire your courage to stay and to struggle- it's so much harder than to leave.
I would like to come over to spend some time helping you, doing the dishes and the laundry- but I am in fact on the continent, much too far away.
It will get better. Day by day.
Good luck.
Lily
Posted by: Lily at November 26, 2007 09:20 PM (m5zYs)
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Good to see that you & Angus were able to come to some sort of a truce over the weekend. Quite frankly, your last post worried me, as it apparently did others here too.
You're dead on about your evaluation of the men's side of things. Too often we're just expected to suck it up and deal with whatever life gives us, whether we are able to or not. But some of us are just less up to the task than others. And you better believe it, men get depressed too. Except we don't come out and talk about it, less we lose our manly self image (ha). And it's doubly hard in situations where the RIGHT thing, the ONLY thing to do is suck up, put a smile on our face, and deal with it. That's where some of us seriously weak ones end up covering our problems in booze or drugs, or just become assholes to the ones we love. Because as a rule, we don't talk about our personal demons, we just cover them up. Unless we're fortunate enough to have an absolute best buddy to whom we can share our truest feelings with (I do, across the country). Such close male friendships are rare, though. That's why I sometimes like to directly ask the man in the deal how he's holding up, and not just for a standard "everything's okay" answer. My wife & I recently inquired in such a way of a friend whose wife just lost their unborn baby of eight months, and I asked Jim Peacock very directly how he was holding up. (Which reminds me, need to drop him a note and ask him again). We mustn't forget the guys have weak moments too and may not be able to handle the loads they are expected to. Lord knows, I have those days quite often.
Enough of my rambling. My sincere hopes that the twins will continue to do well, and you & Angus will improve things and not make any rash decisions that will hurt all of you. And letting you know you have friends here that not only hear you, but listen.
Posted by: diamond dave at November 26, 2007 09:54 PM (1TyJ1)
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I watched Elf this weekend and thought of you
Posted by: geeky at November 26, 2007 09:56 PM (RX+qr)
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Funny thing, new studies show that new dads are at as much risk for PPD as new mums. Just thought you'd like to know that yes, it can and does happen.
Internet hugs for you.
Posted by: Veronica at November 26, 2007 10:46 PM (VJmIq)
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You are so good...thanks for explaining to me all that happened a long while ago...I still have not been able to put it to words!!
Posted by: Steff at November 26, 2007 11:48 PM (xjmcr)
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You certainly are a true realist. I admire you very much. You have a lot of insight and good sense and you are a brave woman. I wish you lots of good luck and lots of love for you and Angus and the babies. Cheerio!
Posted by: Irene at November 27, 2007 02:26 AM (RL+iu)
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I am so glad to hear you had a great weekend and I hope things continue to get better and better you have been thru sooooo much. Take care!
Posted by: Cheryl at November 27, 2007 08:27 AM (n3lCA)
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Huge internet hugs. Hang in there - and keep the lines of communication open. I'm in awe of you.
Posted by: joy at November 27, 2007 09:40 PM (KllT5)
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Many men do not connect to babies. I don't want to generalize and say all... but the baby thing is a woman thing. Men connect more when they can actually PLAY with the kids... sports, games, interactive and reactive things.
Every time I had a baby, my husband would kind of roll his eyes as I'd carry on about how much I love babies. He is a FANTASTIC father and was very very good with our babies, but he thinks babies are a pain in the ass. He'd just as soon not travel that route and go ahead and receive them around age 2 or 3... better yet at age 5.
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November 21, 2007
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Yesterday the babies had their 6 week check-up. They're fine, other than being underweight, but unfortunately they haven't grown as much as they should have over the past 2 weeks, so next week we go back and check and see how they're doing. The doctor isn't worried, we'll just keep an eye on it, and he pronounced them fit and healthy, even if we are a few weeks behind developmentally. Nora was so pleased to get naked and weighed she even hosed down his bed, his growth chart, and the scales. My little girl did not get her bladder capacity from me then.
On the way home from the hospital we busted into what's become perhaps the biggest argument of our relationship so far. It's many pronged, with antlers anchoring many layers of anger and frustration. It has taken hold of our household and punctured it with silence. We haven't spoken a word to each other yet today, and I don't know when that's going to change. I'm not sure what to talk about, except to ask which of the bottles he made up this morning are the White ones, so if you're reading this, Angus, perhaps you can identify said bottles?
There are a few specific things we're unhappy with each other about, which I won't get into, but I can't help but feel so dragged down. Once, if I had a problem, we'd sit down and work it out patiently and calmly. Now I feel I just have to suck it up and deal with the sarcasm. This, in turn, makes me drill into Angus even more which simply creates a vicious cycle.
The straw that broke the camel's back for me happened yesterday. I feel like from sunup to sundown my entire day is taking care of the house and babies, including dog walking, meal cooking, a million loads of laundry and dishes, taking trash out, feeding, burping, tidying...it just doesn't end. Ever. And I feel like I'm doing everything and not only not getting any sign of appreciation, but he actually complains a great deal that the house is a disaster. I could handle it if only he didn't complain. I just can't take the added pressure. Me, I've been throwing things away. Lots of things. Things I love, things from my childhood, things that are pretty. Everything must go. I took bags of things out to the garbage bin last night. The garbagemen are coming today, they'll take my things away, and I'll look at the back of the truck and think At least they can't come back in.
And the house is not great, but my constant cleaning is at least keeping it to a bare minimum. I tell him that everytime he says the house is a disaster I take it personally, so he took that as a sign to walk around the house and point out all the flaws. This, combined with a few other very sensitive arguments we're having, finally bubbled over the side of the boiling pot. It's not an argument about cleaning. In typical coupledom, it's an argument about everything else, cleaning was just the catalyst to get the lid open.
So I finally snapped yesterday. I told Angus I wanted to be away from him. I took the babies with me to the grocery store (but only after being told to be away as long as I possibly could, please, by Angus). I bought a cup of coffee at the store's Starbucks. A gingerbread latte, it arrived lukewarm, but I drank it anyway, the babies snoozing in their carriers. I sat there on the green fake velveteen chair and drank my coffee as slowly as I could.
And what I wanted to do was check into a hotel with the babies. Not forever, just for one night. Just 24 hours with me and my children. We would do everything that I'm not allowed to do with them (You're just giving them exactly what they want!). They would sleep on my chest, and when they got tired of that I would make a nest of pillows and have them sleep next to me. I would hold them whenever I wanted to. I would nap beside them (oh God, to nap beside them). Maybe at some point I'd drink a chocolate shake, most likely not, I would just be with them and not do dishes, and not do laundry, and not pet the dog, and not stress about Angus' stresses, and not do anything, really. I wouldn't even say a word, I'd have no laptop and no phone, I'd just sleep and be with them.
And then I would come home. I wouldn't be away forever. It would just be a moment I could have to hold on to, a break from the stress and angst.
After I finished my coffee I did some grocery shopping. I wanted another cup of coffee in that pitiful Starbucks but Nora was getting very angry and was shouting, so I knew we had to go. So I came home.
Never before have I felt that I wanted to leave before yesterday.
I don't want to feel that way again.
So we're not talking, but I don't really know how to talk anyway. He just gets sarcastic and aggressive, I just turn into a tangential harpie who takes a small argument and goes global, taking my stresses and exploding them across my vocabulary. I really need to learn when to shut the fuck up, I guess. I'd like to fix the situation (not least because I'd like to know which bottles are the White ones), but I'm so furious I can hardly believe it.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Or not, in my case. I found a cinema nearby that has something called Newbies, where parents and their new babies can take in a morning movie and not worry about pissing off the other patrons as we're all there with babies. I think I'll take the babies to that. I need to get out more with them - now that my travel ban is over, it's time to face the fact that I feel very stressed about leaving the house, especially with thim. It's time to live life now.
In the meantime, I'll clean. And throw away things. Because the less I am the better.
-H.
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November 19, 2007
Homesickness For Traditions That May Never Come
Thanksgiving is on Thursday.
Or at least it is for most people in the land I come from.
For me, it'll be just another Thursday in a year of 52 Thursdays.
This month will mark my 8 year anniversary of living in Europe. I left the States just after Thanksgiving in 1999 and I haven't been back for a long period since. It was a choice I made to follow a job and a boy and a dream (not sure which order those should go in) and I haven't regretted it a bit. Moving away was something I should have done, in that misty smoky sense it's something I was meant to do. My life, my health, my happiness, my heart, my babies...they're all part of this magical evolution I have been going through since moving away.
But it doesn't stop me from being incredibly homesick sometimes.
Ask anyone who's moved to another culture - although you gain so much, sometimes you lose a part of you in missing the traditions and holidays that you are leaving behind.
I cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner when I was 18. I've cooked a big Thanksgiving every year since then bar 2003, the year I was laid off from my job. That year I went out to dinner. With Angus. And fell in love all over again.
So 15 years of turkey cooking will be put by the wayside this year. We realized Thanksgiving was coming and got some invites out but we'd left it too late, and none of our friends can come. We've cancelled Thanksgiving in this house this year, and since Christmas is at his mother's it'll be a turkey-free year this year.
It makes me sad.
Not just because I don't mind cooking turkey and I have a killer turkey recipe, but because something will be missing this year. A celebration we always have won't take place and it makes me sad. I'm not crazy enough to throw a huge Thanksgiving dinner together for just two of us (one of whom doesn't eat turkey) and it's not like I have loads of free time or anything. But a part of who I am will be quiet this year.
Now that I have children of my own I'm even more sensitive to traditions and ensuring they're a part of my celebrations and memories. I have a fierce, painful lump in my heart, as I wish I could give them the memories I had.
I want them to wake up on Thursday morning giggling, and head downstairs towards the smell of cooking pancakes and sausages. Maple syrup and melting butter should be almost tangible in the air. The kitchen will be a war zone, filled with a countertop of stuffing settling in a bowl and a pale naked turkey in a large pan by the sink. Breakfast should be a noisy happy affair, eaten to the tune of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.
I always dreamt I'd watch that damn parade with kids. "Look! There's the Cat in the Hat!" I would exclaim, and one my kids would get excited and bounce around. "There's Garfield! There's Snoopy! There's Kermit!" Each inflatable character would elicit squeals of delight that crescendoed into a storm as the penultimate character wrapped up the parade. "And look! LOOK! There's Santa! Santa's coming soon, sweetheart!"
Football would come on then. It doesn't matter that I'm not too bothered about football, it doesn't matter that I wouldn't watch it really. The sound of fans cheering, decked out in scarves and gloves and their breath visible in the TV air would keep me going. First downs and second downs would accompany the Thanksgiving touchdown.
At some point we'd reach a point of stasis, and we'd turn on a film. Something comical and ridiculous. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Uncle Buck. Bubble Boy. Something as background laughter to the laughter we had inside. We'd nibble on bits and bites as the rising smell of turkey filled the house and home. A pumpkin pie would be cooling on the side, accompanied by a silent dark and crusty pecan pie.
Later, my kids would be able to race in and open the cans of biscuits. They'd peel the cardboard off into a greasy spiral and whack the thin sides against the cabinet, feeling the tube explode, revealing white gooshing pastry. Things would be piping and boiling on the stove - the gravy, the vegetables. The slick sides of the cranberry sauce would coat the tongue in bitterness. Once the biscuits were in (the last step), the air would be orgasmic with scents.
We'd all sit down, jostling at the table set with finery we never ordinarily use. We'd stuff ourselves silly and then relax in the living room to the swooshing sound of the dishwaser earning its keep. Some would doze, others watch a fillm. All would return for helpings and a sandwich of cooled turkey meat. TV would be fabulous that evening, marked with animated kids specials that turn into great family films. Thoughts that night would turn to Christmas, and shopping, and decorations.
We would go to sleep full and happy, penning Santa notes in our heads and vowing to be good the rest of the year if only...
But none of that will happen. It certainly won't happen this year (although the babies are so small it's not like they'd notice it now). But for the long foreseeable future it won't be happening anyway. We don't get football here (we get a highlights program that's not worth the effort). We don't get the Macy's day parade and naturally there are no Thanksgiving animated specials on TV, even though I own most of them on DVD in a relentless quest I have to give my kids what memories I do have. And this year, there is no Thanksgiving.
On Thursday we'll wake up and it'll be any other Thursday. I'll watch Home For the Holidays, we'll have mac and cheese for dinner, and at some point I'll feel very sorry for myself, which is silly and I'll make myself stop as soon as I can. I'll pop the cork out of the wine. It's freezing cold here so we'll have a fire early on in the day, the fireplace becoming a beacon of welcome and light.
And on Thursday I'll hug the babies close and be extra lenient (I see a sleeping-on-mommy's-chest session coming on) and I will whisper in their ears that as they grow we will have our own traditions as a family, that Thanksgiving will hopefully be something that means as much to them as it means to me, that someday they can make a wish and split the wishbone and we can collapse into a heap on the sofa at night and that Santa is coming, are you ready?
Until then...
-H.
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You have perfectly articulated my own desire to carry on meaningful traditions in my own family now that we live in a different country, with different customs. This year we will be eating a cold seafood buffet for Christmas dinner by the pool but I will still make a ham like my Mum makes just so I can feel connected to family in the greater sense of the word.
Posted by: Super Sarah at November 19, 2007 10:49 AM (rRa5H)
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A "sleeping-on-mommy's-chest-day" is by far not the worst thing to do on Thanksgiving. And I bet you will be grateful when they won't cry... But I agree, traditions do have magical powers. Just like the little candle sitting on a window sill in a stormy night.
Lily
Posted by: lily at November 19, 2007 11:20 AM (Y8m4l)
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You know, Germany is not THAT far...and you are always welcome to join our feast
We will have a house full...some American, some German, a guy from Lebanon...united by the common goal of eating themselves sick.
Even if you are skipping Thanksgiving this year...I wish you a happy one. I know you are already so aware of all that you have to be thankful for.
Posted by: jjustdawnstdawn at November 19, 2007 01:12 PM (Eiz0N)
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But maybe you can just whip up a pumpkin pie for dessert with your mac and cheese and top it with some cool whip and think about what you and Angus are grateful for.
Posted by: donna at November 19, 2007 01:21 PM (Kco5r)
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First - 'most people'? No, most people don't do thanksgiving. Most americans, yes. Second, of course you can create those traditions for your children. they won't remember this year anyway, but next year and from then on you can create the kind of thanksgiving you want, whether or not the specials are on DVD. I'm sure by the time they are old enough to reember, the football will be available on streaming video over the web anyway!
Happy thanksgiving, Helen, i hope despite the mac and cheese that you have a good one.
Posted by: thalia at November 19, 2007 01:28 PM (2FeHx)
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Thalia-yes, that's true. Most people
where I hail from. I've edited the post.
Posted by: Helen at November 19, 2007 01:50 PM (+Qwdx)
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It may not be an American Thanksgiving, but I'm sure your children will grow up loving the Thanksgiving tradition y'all establish.
Happy Thanksgiving Helen!! Even hearing people say "Happy Thanksgiving" brings back memories of my youth and especially my college days. I remember Thanksgiving & CHRISTmas breaks were huge, and everyone went around saying Happy Thanksgiving and Merry CHRISTmas the entire week before we left for home. Even though I'm still in America, we don't say it as much in the work place as we did at college....I kind of miss that.
So, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!
Posted by: Solomon at November 19, 2007 01:55 PM (x+GoF)
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I agree that this will be a quiet year for you, but as the babies grow you will have traditions... lots and lots of them. Just the fact you realize the importance of traditions means you will have many of your own. Even if they are just something particular to your family...
Posted by: sue at November 19, 2007 01:57 PM (WbfZD)
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You make me so homesick. It's crisp, cold weather here, so that's not helping. Then the turkey, the stuffing, the exuberance of all the kids running around, helping to smash the potatoes... 10 years in Europe, yet little things like this remind me that I'm not Dutch.
Posted by: Hannah at November 19, 2007 02:05 PM (lUH62)
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I'd invite you here, but it's not like you live around the corner.
That and you'll no longer have room in your suitcase for cheese and sausage.
Posted by: statia at November 19, 2007 02:53 PM (lHsKN)
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Happy Thanksgiving week, Helen. I know your home is filled with love and thankfulness, with or without football, turkey, and holiday specials on tv. I can't think of anything better than spending a quiet holiday with not one but TWO adorable babies sleeping on my chest. Bliss indeed.
Posted by: Lisa at November 19, 2007 03:10 PM (EcHBm)
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How could anyone read that post and NOT feel nostalgic about Thanksgiving. Here I was freaking out about all the cooking I'll have to do, but now I'm kind of looking forward to it. So, are you kind enough to share your killer turkey recipe?
Posted by: Sylvia at November 19, 2007 03:50 PM (AnAPb)
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You got it all right, Helen, and you can live it in your mind this year. Next year, and everyone thereafter, you can do it for the twins and Angus and whomever else can come.
I can't do it, but I bet someone would be willing to tape that parade for you, so that you can see it whenever you want.
Posted by: kenju at November 19, 2007 04:03 PM (TiGru)
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Oh, Helen... now I sit here teary-eyed and am beginning to miss Christmas with my family already.
I've moved to the UK earlier this year (I've recently discovered that we're neighbours, so to speak - hello from Rushmoor
) together with my American partner who's been in Europe for almost ten years now.
It'll make for some wonderful memories to combine our respective German and American traditions, I hope. And hopefully create some new ones (as in Britain related) as well...
Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by: Ann at November 19, 2007 04:29 PM (upJAC)
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I'll be thinking of you while I'm wrangling trying to fix dinner for Patrick's parents (who are surprising us by showing up tomorrow - and we moved into the house um, Saturday afternoon). I started crying this a.m. thinking about the fact that I finally have the family I've always hoped for - and that I'll be able to make our traditions be the ones I've dreamed about for so long.
And yeah - if you're willing to help out with the recipe... help a girl out.
Posted by: April at November 19, 2007 05:05 PM (xEWJq)
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Our family Thanksgiving is much like you described, although, with the size of my family (huge) the work is distributed, and everybody brings a part of the dinner. Which is wonderful - but you don't have the same smell orgy. The thing I think that's odd, though - is that if I look back at my childhood - it's the Norman Rockwell painting - everybody happy, the food fantastic, the tradition everybody wants.
As an adult? It's never that idyllic. It just lacks the feeling, for some reason.
This year we'll be with my husband's family isntead of mine, which already kills the vision. There will be no turkey, as they generally do some fancy crown roast or some such. And I will have to smile and make nice with my step-mother-in-law while she gloats about how wonderful her husband and her life are. Sadly, I know her husband is involved with another woman, and has had a baby with that woman....keeping my mouth shut about that MAY be the hardest thing I've ever done.
Posted by: Tracy at November 19, 2007 05:06 PM (zv3bS)
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Although there are times when I wished I had moved away, or that the family wasn't so damn close, it is the holidays that remind me of how much of a small-town girl I really am. We wake up and watch the parade, and my kids love the old-school characters' inflatables (Is it cruel that most of the cartoons they watch are the ones I grew up with? We have already been watching Charlie Brown's and Garfield's Thanksgiving specials all month), and of course it is up the hill and down the street to my parent's house. There will be two perfect turkeys waiting, and since my mom got a new stove this year there should be no fire. We stuff ourselves good, the game is on the big screen downstairs, and those of us that stay awake browse the sale flyers for Black Friday. Then we eat pie and usually watch "A Christmas Story", the first of many viewings that will take place this season.
I will be thinking of you and holding you in my heart all day-that way maybe just a little piece of you will be here in the states celebrating Thanksgiving with family.
Posted by: Teresa at November 19, 2007 05:26 PM (DC750)
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With meaningful traditions, I think it's ok to skip a year, or six, as long as you keep them in your heart.
Happy Thanksgiving. We all have so much to be thankful for this year!
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 19, 2007 05:52 PM (/vgMZ)
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...Santa is coming, are you ready?
Helen, I still
believe.
Posted by: physics geek at November 19, 2007 06:04 PM (MT22W)
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It's posts like this that make me love you so very fiercely.
And for the record?
Me too.
Posted by: Margi at November 19, 2007 06:55 PM (k3tPv)
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I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be in a different country with new traditions.
As the twins grow up you will develop your own traditions with them. And while they may never watch the parade and football there is nothing that says you can't cook the meal you are dreaming about...
Your post is beauitful and reminds me of everything I love about Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday and I hope that it is going to be even more special in the future as we celebrate my son's birthday around Thanksgiving every year in the future.
Posted by: Jamie at November 19, 2007 08:33 PM (XTv5X)
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I'm doing Thanksgiving for the first time in about eight years... We'll see how it goes.
Posted by: LarryConley at November 19, 2007 10:41 PM (lFrUY)
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I'm such a sentimentalist too. My friend is Italian (heritage, not from Italy), and told me how her parents had decided to skip the turkey and trimmings and have italian food instead. I was so sad! No turkey! Me and DH are very sappy about stuff like that. We always have to watch Charlie Brown Thanksgiving, and Christmas starts for us at the stroke of midnight on Thanksgiving. We are packing up the twins to go cut down our tree Friday morning.
Our twins were born 3 days before Easter this year, so we didn't get to celebrate that day since we were in the hospital. But next year we will go full out, complete with miserable babies in bunny suits. Next year, dress those kids up as turkeys and make a huge day of it. This year, just relax. Seems like you have been so busy since they were born. You deserve to lay low and cuddle with them and eat some yummy mac and cheese.
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November 16, 2007
Why I Did What I Did
The other day I followed a link to a blog that linked to me (I check these things sometimes, it's always nice to know who's out there in the ether). This blog is in a foreign language, one of whom the only thing I know how to say is "A beer, please," (because really-does one need to say anything more than that in life?). But I used Babelfish to tell me what the hell was going on and, although Babelfish is ridiculously clumsy, I think I got the gist of it.
Basically, the blog was wondering why people go through IVF to have their own biological children.
My immediate reaction upon reading this blog was "We do it because it's so much goddamn fun!". My second reaction was "Fuck you." My third reaction was "Fuck you." My fourth reaction - post-tranquilizer and a glass of wine - was "Fair enough question, I guess, you should dial it down a bit, Hel. And I was just - ooooooh, look! Something sparkly!"
The answer to why some women want to try for biological kids is simple. It's "Because." The same answer you give to a 5 year-old asking why they have to take a bath, the same thing you told your 16 year-old date when you dumped them, the same answer you wish you could give your boss on explaining why you're late. The answer is "because". The question, actually, is one that no one should be asking of another person.
First off, lemme just say this - IVF sucks. It sucks great big, thorny, stinky donkey balls. It's about the least fun thing in the world ever, and that includes dealing with Angus' ex-wife, paying taxes, and getting a bikini wax. All at the same time. While menstruating. And having to watch old episodes of Knots Landing. If you know someone going through IVF, then buy them something. Make them dinner. Do not ask them how it's going or what the results are and for God's sake, don't do something as lame as tell them to "just relax". These women are hopped up on mouse hormones. They can kill you as soon as look at you.
Why do women go through IVF? Because they want to have a family. Why do women adopt? Because they want to have a family. Whose role is it to judge what choice a woman makes, either way? In my world, it's no one's.
Years ago I decided that life for me would be without children. There were many reasons I thought this, including one medical one, and so I made my peace knowing that if a child were to ever pop into my life it would be via adoption.
When I went through my first round of IVF in 2001, although my mind was changing about children I went through IVF for the wrong reasons - I was trying to save my sinking marriage to my child-keen husband. He absolutely positively refused to consider adoption, as he said that he could never love a non-biological child of his. I started IVF for not great reasons, but from the moment they put the embryos back in I wanted nothing more than for it to work.
Fast forward to now. Although we investigated it here in the UK, we didn't pursue adoption for two reasons -
1) Many orphanages (especially foreign ones) have fees they cannot explain other than to say they're along the lines of mandatory donations. Angus feels very firmly that this is simply excess money for a child, and he positively cannot stomach the idea of what he feels equates to "buying" a baby. He does not judge those who pursue this route, he just knows it is not for him.
2) We would never have passed the criteria to adopt. Divorces, us not being married, age differences, total estrangement from half of my family, children from a previous marriage and my history of mental illness were all strikes against us. We did look at the criteria form and I really honestly believe we would never have been selected, not ever. The possibility to "just adopt" wasn't really going to happen.
When you go through IVF, you hear that a lot - "just adopt", as in "Why don't you just adopt?" "Just" is an ugly, ugly word. Just adopt, just reduce, just accept, just relax, just a minute. There's no room for "just". "Just" infers "what the hell is wrong with you, this is so simple?" There's no "just" about adoption, for some families adoption is harder than trying fertility treatment. If you know someone who has adopted then you should salute them - they've been through a lot. I look at parents with adopted children and think of them as being so amazing and so strong.
I know a lot of women want to be pregnant, they want to experience the feeling of carrying the baby, birth, breastfeeding, everything. I honestly believe there's a biological instinct in some women that is maybe stronger than others with regards to actually experiencing pregnancy - for me personally, I wasn't actually looking forward to the "I'm pregnant" part of the Zero-to-Baby stage, I didn't expect to love it and pregnancy lived up to my expectations of not loving it. But even though it wasn't my cup of tea I can understand now why some women do love the pregnancy part - it is nice to know that there's someone with you all the time, and being so close to IVF for so long there is one basic fact that I have learned - a growing baby is a fucking miracle, regardless of if it came from a petri dish or a night of loving or an orphanage.
I was one of those who didn't have to have my own child to love it unconditionally, and I have always been 100% ok with adoption (screening procedure aside). Having said that, though, one of my favorite things to do while looking at my babies is to search their faces and see if any signs or vestiges of me show up in their profiles. I do understand that this is why most couples try fertility treatment - playing Whose Eyes Does Baby Have? is a really fun game. If I had adopted, I have no doubt I would have found some other game that would enable me to stare into my baby's eyes with the same degree of wonder and love.
I think parenting does that to a person.
Having a baby is hard no matter how you have them. It's scary when you start IVF. It must be scary to fill out the paperwork describing your life for a caseworker. It can apparently be scary having them the old-fashioned bedroom way. I haven't ever had the pleasure of trying for a baby the normal way but Angus tells me that the first time you have sex "without the net" it feels really strange and like you're attempting something of huge magnitude, even if it's just a post-curry bonk.
I don't think it's up to any of us to judge why another woman goes through fertility treatment versus adoption, why some women want to breastfeed and others don't, why infertility hurts and why some move on, or anything else along these fraught emotional lines. I think we should just accept and support even if our own horizons don't have space to understand what motivates the people we read or know or love.
Throughout my pregnancy, I was lucky enough to have some close, wonderful friends. They made my time go easier. One of them even painted me a lovely, amazing picture.
This picture, it's fantastic. Hidden in the swirls and loops are words that the artist put in place for me. One word in particular haunts me - "Worthy". It says "worthy". And after all these attempts and prayers and tears and hopes, I can't help but feel, perhaps self-righteously, that I am worthy of being these babies' mother, the way probably that every woman who tries and tries and tries in whatever method they venture to have children feel. There's something in the painting that helps me feel that this biological imperative that I lived up to had something in it that has made me a richer person in a sense that I can't put my finger on. For me, the fertility treatment was the right choice, not just because I have what I think are two beautiful children, but because there's something in me that changed for having done so, and it's changed in a good (yet profound) way. It's become a part of who I am.
I look back on the IVF days (there were 5 attempts in 6 years, which in my mind makes me a long-term veteran that can give the finger to people that want to give me shit) and feel not unlike some kind of war veteran who has comrades and war buddies that I fought alongside. The infertile community isn't always the easiest to get along with, either - there is a lot of resentment, a lot of pain, a lot of anger, all mixed in with a healthy shovel full of support. If you get pregnant a lot of your IVF war buddies leave you bleeding on the battlefield. Once you have a baby, for some it's as good as crossing enemy lines. I don't think it's because women are looking for backs to stab, but because having a baby is such a hugely painful topic for women stuck in the fertility war.
Every woman has a story for why she is on whatever path she's on.
It's not up to us to question why they've made the choice they have.
It's up to us to hold their hands along the way.
-H.
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I'm honestly crying at my desk at work. Thank you for such an amazing and beautiful post. You're right that the IF world can be even more cruel than the world in general. If more women would take the time to "hold the hands" of their fellow sisters, it would such a nicer journey. Thanks again for crystalizing the sentiments of so many of us out there.
Posted by: irshlas at November 16, 2007 02:30 PM (F8zHg)
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Thank you, Helen, for such an awesome post. As someone who has struggled with fertility and stopped short of doing IVF to adopt, I know there is no more irritating word in the non-infertility lexicon than "just." I now have a beautiful boy who looks nothing like me whom I love as if he were of my own body. All anyone else needs to know about it is that that was the right choice for my husband and I. Thank you for helping us in "the club" that no one wants to belong to educate the ignorant. It may be an uphill battle, but it is a worthy one that we cannot afford to abandon.
Love you and love your blog! Give those babies a *kiss* for me.
Camino
Posted by: Camino at November 16, 2007 02:44 PM (97jrp)
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After going through low-level IF treatments (Clomid), making peace with not having bio kids (S was conceived on our last round of Clomid, which was as far as we were willing to take the treatments), the micropreemie experience and all the shit that goes with that, and dealing wiht lots of other parents and their great ideas for how to raise a kid, I have come to one conclusion:
We're all doing things the way that is best for our families. Yes, that might well be different than what is best for your family, but my family is mine and yours is yours. (You can insert your own "so fuck off" here if you so choose.)
Posted by: Sarah at November 16, 2007 03:16 PM (I5n47)
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Just time to tell you again how wonderful I think you are and how lucky those babies are to have you--just as lucky as you feel to have them. Wonderful writer you are, Helen. You have something worth saying every single day.
Posted by: Deb at November 16, 2007 03:32 PM (v2b6T)
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Awesome post. And I recognized the artist without even seeing the link first. What a wonderful work of art; very profound and beautiful. Just like you - you are indeed worthy. And I'm a sap.
Posted by: Lisa at November 16, 2007 03:54 PM (EcHBm)
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Well thought out response. Very well thought out, especially since you have earned the right to go with response 1,2 & 3 of F you.
I'm not sure that I could handle the pressures of IVF honestly. I think you should be proud to wear the scars after so many hard earned battles, and agree that there is no one on earth qualified to question you or your reasons on this topic.
I have to admit, though, that I too would wonder if my close friend (b/c I wouldn't ask a stranger) who was struggling with IVF if they had considered adoption. Not because I was trying to be an insensitive jerk, but more to say, perhaps there is another option if this doesn't work. But that's me, I'm always trying to see another option, and hoping there is another viable way.
After reading your post though, I could see how someone may think that was a-hole-ish of me. However, I would still hold the hand of my dear friend, irregardless of what route they chose to follow.
Posted by: Angela at November 16, 2007 04:07 PM (DGWM7)
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My story:
infertility
Baby #1 adopted
Baby #2 adopted
Baby #3 bio.
sometimes the adoption community is not supportive of these suprise bio. kids believe it or not. Jealousy? I have no idea, women can be supportive but a bitchy bunch sometimes.
Posted by: Judi at November 16, 2007 04:13 PM (W87Xx)
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I love what you said about "just." One of my favorite quotes from
Finding Neverland (one of my all time favorites for a lovely afternoon on the couch) is, "What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just."
Posted by: amy t. at November 16, 2007 04:14 PM (3dOTd)
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Exactly. Good post, babe.
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 16, 2007 04:26 PM (/vgMZ)
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Well I didn't expect to see
that up here so bold and bright this morning! (After last night's fuckery, it was a very lovely hug from across the pond. Thank you.)
"Just" is a horrific word. I didn't understand the adoption thing before StatiaCoochieHead got knocked up via IVF. She tried to explain it and I kinda got it, but just figured it was a personal preference and was totally okay with it. I am single and I think that's something to do with it--I'm not so in love with anyone that I'd like to mech my being with his so we can create a co-being of us both who is at one time, the combination of a partner and me, and also a whole separate entity of his/her own. But far be it from me to tell anyone else that they should "just adopt" if they really want biological children. Far be it from anyone, dammit.
I'm one of those women who has no desire to EVER be pregnant. Should I find myself desperate for children later on, I will be one of those who seeks to adopt. (I say "seeks" because I'm not sure I'd be approved given my family history of crazy.) The very notion of pregnancy happening to ME fills me with emotions that would probably offend most mothers. (However, Moms, it's not about the kids--I'd love the kids, I'm sure. It's the act of brewing up those little sprogs within my own body. It totally squicks me out.)
I will also say that I find women who go through IVF to be some of the bravest specimens of humanity out there. To continually strive for results against the odds, through heartbreak and drug-and-hormone-induced insanity, through naysayers and "just"ers.... That's simply amazing.
Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 16, 2007 04:32 PM (+p4Zf)
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And regarding the painting.... Remember when I was asking you which twin was down in your southie parts and which was up in your ribcage? It was for the spirals. (I don't know if they're even in the right place cos hi--never been pregnant but I figured inside the profile was pretty close enough.) You weren't sure at the time I was doing the kiddy spirals who was where and just told me your instinct--looks like you were right!
As for the "worthy" hidden in there (which isn't really hidden to me--topish left, directly above the upside-down, far better hidden word "hope"), it was important to me that I put it in there. You seem to question yourself before anyone or anything else and it seems to come down to your own self worth much of the time. I understand that like whoa (unfortunately) and wanted to make sure it was in stone (or at least fixed acrylics) that you ARE worthy of your babies and of so much more!!
(I will also say it was very difficult not to put a "yoink!" or something equally immature on the nipple area.)
((and that the zerbert was the last thing I did before the signature and it made me tear up too.))
xox
Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 16, 2007 04:40 PM (+p4Zf)
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Women can be such assholes to each other sometimes.
Posted by: Carolyn at November 16, 2007 04:49 PM (J9O7j)
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What a lovely post...and some great points made. The picture is amazing, especially with all the words. You deserve "worthy" more than anyone I know.
Love your babies. Love your life. You've come so far....
Posted by: sue at November 16, 2007 05:14 PM (WbfZD)
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What an amazing post! Thank you for articulating what I would never be able to do.
In my case, our first choice certainly was a bio/genetic child the "old fashioned" way. It didn't work for us. Our first son came to us via adoption. Our second son (well, almost here) via embryo donation. In both cases, they aren't genetically related to us. It doesn't matter a damn bit. This was the way our family was meant to be created. We feel incredibly lucky!
Posted by: Kristine at November 16, 2007 05:29 PM (Q0+zS)
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I will never understand why women are so ugly to each other. Never.
You don't have to explain to ANYONE why you live your life the way you do. Ever.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at November 16, 2007 06:11 PM (k3tPv)
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You tell 'em, Helen. Excellent explanation of something that was none of their business anyway.
Posted by: kenju at November 16, 2007 06:33 PM (TiGru)
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This was a wonderful post, and I plan to direct future questioners of my own choices to it.
That having been said, why are several commenters responding with "women are so mean/bitchy/horrible to each other?" Am I missing the part where you specified that this post was written by a woman? Even if I am, I hardly think it's only women who make insensitive or cruel assertions about other people's reproductive choices.
Posted by: uccellina at November 16, 2007 07:01 PM (Cx8y1)
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Ugh, obviously I skipped right over a big paragraph near the bottom. Still, I stand by my opinion that men can be just as cruel in their reactions to various reproductive choices.
Posted by: uccellina at November 16, 2007 07:03 PM (LNHH9)
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I read this post, cried a few tears, and am left with nothing more than the word "beautiful". That was a beautiful post.
The path toward children is so personal, and for so many IF'ers, such an emotional train ride. People who haven't been there have such a difficult time understanding. That is why we get the "just relax, or just adopt" statements. If I have learned anything from this journey, I have learned that I will never question a person's choice when it comes to children and I hope that I can give the support that so many people offered to me.
Beautiful.
Posted by: stacie at November 16, 2007 08:04 PM (i1e+e)
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Great post. You couldn't be more eloquent. I hate the feeling that so many of us IFers have that we need to explain to the world why we make the choices we make. Screw that.
Posted by: Erica at November 16, 2007 08:06 PM (D6tE/)
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Very well said. I think women should be more supportive of each other in general and in specific. I would have to guess that personal insecurities have much to do with it. Beautiful painting--I recognized the artist as well.
Posted by: sophie at November 17, 2007 12:00 AM (AY+fk)
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I can't see the word worthy, but I think that has to do with something within myself that I am struggling with at the moment.
I did, however, see the word LOVE and MOM right off the bat Helen. Those two words define you in my eyes.
Your painting brought tears to my eyes, because I do agree that you are worthy of being a loving mother...and my opinion doesn't really count in cyberspace...but it's what I know from all that you share with us in this cyberspot.
Thanks for being you Helen.
Posted by: Heidi at November 17, 2007 02:41 AM (6rn9g)
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You know, I'm of the opinion that if the options are there, and they're good, people may take advantage of them as they please.
And as for biological conception, I had my big freak-out with the decision, not the act, leading my husband to say we really didn't have to have kids if I didn't want to. (I've always wanted to have kids— but the whole pregnancy thing is a wee bit freaky, you probably agree.) Ah, well. Any time I feel physically bad I can look over your archives and see how incredibly hard it
could be— so you're providing more than one type of inspiration!
Posted by: B. Durbin at November 17, 2007 02:49 AM (tie24)
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I do not know whether it was my blog (blogorrhoe@blogspot.com) you referred to- but I linked yours, and I posted about IVF. And in a foreign language as well. I posted an English version today, to minimize the risk of being misunderstood.
I never intended to be cruel at all. And it was all about changing judgemental attitude- so feel free to comment, if you wish.
Lily
Posted by: Lily at November 17, 2007 09:53 AM (ETir1)
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Heidi, I'm going to point it out to you because I think that you should take it in as well. In the top left hand corner, there's a swoopy thing. (Very technical term.) Go down just a little bit and you'll be able to make out the W pretty easily; it's right above the spiral. It's written sideways, so you might have to cock your head to your left a bit. The Y is just under the swoopy thing and it's a weirdo Y because I make my Ys oddly.
If you look below the spiral, you might be able to make out the word "hope" written upside down. Drink that one in too, k?
I send zerberts to all.
(H, if you upload this to flickr, we can note all the words.)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at November 18, 2007 03:17 AM (bPJiv)
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Helen, Wifey is always bragging to her buddies that I'm half chick, so I feel priveledged to do this, and hopefully 'Violent Helen' wont punch me again,
so I grab your arm by the wrist, lift it up high and shout "YHAAY!!! YOU KICKED PREGNANCY'S ASS!!!
congrats on your victory.
and I mean that sincerely.
jm
Posted by: jm at November 18, 2007 10:36 PM (sAm6X)
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My answer to why we did IVF rather than adopt has always been "for the exact same reasons YOU had children instead of adopting" You'd be amazed how many people take a step back when you say that even though for me it's the most d*mn obvious thing in the world!
Posted by: flikka at November 18, 2007 11:05 PM (puvdD)
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It's perplexing to me why we must feel as though we need to defend our choices when they are questioned. Even more perplexing is why people question our choices. I was once told that when someone asks you a favor, and you cannot do it, "no" is a complete answer. You need not offer a reason. I feel the same applies to our choices. "Because," is a complete answer.
Well said.
Posted by: Mia at November 19, 2007 01:08 PM (VQeEi)
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What I don't get is how you manage to write so well with TWO babies in the house, one of which has been screaming for so long (and hopefully hasn't resumed to previous levels again).
Very, very well said.
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November 15, 2007
Dear Sir -
Dear the Makers of
Infacol,
We have a 6 week old daughter who has been crying for near to 3 weeks now. Oh wait...did I say crying? Hahahahahaha, silly me. I'm so forgetful, must be all that drinking I've been doing. I really meant she's been screaming, as in "I'm auditioning to be Neve Campbell's stand-in for her next horror film" screaming. Screaming. For 3 weeks now. And did I mention she's one of twins?
Anyway, as a last ditch effort I bought your product on Sunday. I was in a daze, you had a white sparkly box, it promised to solve all my problems, assemble all our baby furniture and end world hunger, and I thought: Fuck it. Why not?
I started her on Infacol on Sunday night.
It's now Thursday (is it Thursday? I never know which day of the week it is anymore. When you have twin infants - one of them has colic - you just pray to the powers that be to get you through the goddamn day. Is it Thanksgiving yet? Is it time to start watching Elf yet?) Our daughter is down from 7 hours of screaming a day to maybe an hour or so. This hour or so, we have learned, is simply her way of trying to settle herself to sleep. Her brother, he can put himself to sleep. Our daughter, not so much, but we understand that Infacol cannot fix this particular issue even if we do think that Infacol is the new elixir of life. I hope this letter doesn't jinx things and the screaming returns, because there's only so much more alcohol poisoning my liver can take.
In short, oh wise warriors of Infacol-Land, we are writing to say thank you. It took a few days, but your product appears to be helping our otherwise limitless nightmare. Strangely enough our daughter appears to like the taste of the stuff even if it does smell like orange Starburst, and they're my least favorite flavor in the pack, the ones I save until the end and then reluctantly eat or else fob them off on someone else and look all benevolent when really I'm giving them the orange ones because I don't like them so much.
I am so grateful you wouldn't believe it. Whatever you need - a kidney, a letter of reference, a blow job, what have you - you just give me a shout. I owe you so much. If the peace persists then soon I may even be able to remove my bicycle helmet and can quit repeatedly slamming my head against the wall. We'll be continuing the Infacol until she starts college (don't want to give it up too early, after all) and hope that it continues to aid us getting through this collicky hell.
With Hugs and Peace and Love and Anything Else That Implies Immense Gratitude,
Helen
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Oh my that is great news! Now can I go back in my time machine and give my baby Infacol? What a nightmare that colic was. Wishing you more peace.
Posted by: Judi at November 15, 2007 02:23 PM (W87Xx)
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I know the feeling. Angel3 was colic for almost 4 weeks, and what a glorious day it was when he got over it!! I tried to comment the day you said something about not wanting to give Nora "medication". My thought is, if it's not addicting or knowingly potentially dangerous and cures colic, give it to them. Give to them until they're 16 years old if necessary.
Whether it's gripe water, Mylacon, GasX, Infancol, head bangers music, singing an annoying song, white noise, or Barry Manilow music.
Ok, Manilow might be too much, but my daughter made up the most annoying, repetitive song that got Angel3 to stop crying one time, and she sang it for nearly 30 minutes to keep him calm. At least we could control her volume.
I'm glad the Infancol is working and hope Nora goes back to her sweet self.
Posted by: Solomon at November 15, 2007 02:25 PM (al5Ou)
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Hooray!
And I am so glad that you mentioned Elf. I was thinking that early november was too early to start watching Christmas films but as we move into late november the DVDs will come out. Elf and the Christmas Family guy are first on my (long) list...
Posted by: alice at November 15, 2007 02:28 PM (mbMrh)
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Oh hooray!! I'm so glad to hear about this Infacol stuff and how much it's helping Nora (and the rest of you) cope. What a great thing. I agree with whoever said yesterday that their little digestive tracts just aren't mature and also with Solomon today that if it works and isn't addictive (except maybe for the parents heh) then go for it! It seems like every phase of this newborn thing lasts for-freaking-ever but I promise to you, swear to Elf, that one day all the overwhelming infant stuff is past and you're suddenly left dealing with older-baby stuff, then toddler stuff. My point? It's all "kid-stuff" but each phase passes so quickly it's like being in a revolving door. The phases DO get easier to manage, thank goodness. Nora really won't be colicky when she starts kindergarten, for example. There'll just be some entirely different hurdle to get her over by then. When it comes right down to it, you're helping her learn to cope with digestion and calming right now; someday you'll be helping them learn to cope with breaking bad habits (thumbsucking and diaper soiling), peer pressure, and emotional upheaval (school and dating anyone?). Not trying to make you feel anxious or rushed about the future... it's just been made all too clear to me these last few days that my "baby" is 9. NINE! I have an almost 13-year old that was a baby in my arms just a few weeks ago, I swear. Oh, geez, I'm not helping, I know. I'm sorry. I only meant to reassure you that colic won't last forever, let you know that your gratitude is palpable and your letter of thanks is hilarious and provided me with a great laugh (and also a huge sigh of relief) with my coffee this morning. Thank you and nevermind my sappy self.
Posted by: Lisa at November 15, 2007 02:47 PM (EcHBm)
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let there be peace on earth.
glad to hear you found a solution. hope it works forever!
hugs to you and yours
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at November 15, 2007 03:06 PM (+MvHD)
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So glad you found something that works!!!
Posted by: donna at November 15, 2007 03:16 PM (5xBCL)
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YAY! I'm so glad you found something that works for the poor little bebe. I'm sure she's feeling much better.
And hon, it's always time for a good Christmas movie. I suspect Ralphie is coming back into rotation at my house this weekend... if I can talk hubby into putting up with it!
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Posted by: AManda at November 15, 2007 03:57 PM (ay+rD)
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Back in my day, we didn't have such fancy-schmancy solutions; we had to pour whiskey down their little throats to get them to shut up. And down our own throats, too.
A LOT! (so, so kidding...ahahahah!)
Seriously, glad that stuff is helping. My friend's baby (who is now TWO! GAH! How did that happen?) didn't respond to that stuff, poor thing. YAY NORA!
Posted by: The other Amber at November 15, 2007 04:41 PM (zQE5D)
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Well, see? Nora is such an agreeable little girl.
They didn't have Infacol when I was going through it, either. Mylicon was all that was effective - gripe water did nothing for my little cuss - and that was iffy.
So, basically, you have an Orange-Flavored Miracle, right there. Yayyyy!
Posted by: Margi at November 15, 2007 05:24 PM (k3tPv)
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P.S. Lisa is right. My mantra?
"He'll stop doing ____ [fill in the blank] by the time he leaves for college."
It DOES sorta put things in perspective.
Posted by: Margi at November 15, 2007 05:26 PM (k3tPv)
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I'm so happy that you found something to help with Nora's colic. Listening to that screaming day in and day out will drive the calmest of person insane.
When my niece, who is nearing 18 now, was a newborn the only thing that would calm her colicy screams was The Very Best of Anne Murray. I don't know how my sister survived.
Posted by: Michele at November 15, 2007 06:07 PM (h1vml)
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A friend of mine was visiting today, and pointed out that if you were bent double with stomach pain, you'd take something to relieve it. So why would we put babies through that when there's something that can help?
So glad that nora is feeling so much better on infacol. Yay infacol!
Posted by: thalia at November 15, 2007 08:19 PM (2FeHx)
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YAY!!!! Ooops... maybe that was a tad bit loud... *softly* yaaay!
Posted by: sue at November 15, 2007 08:25 PM (WbfZD)
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My oldest did the daily 1 hour of crying and it always started at 6pm. Our doc said she was screaming "I NEED A BEER!!" I love our doctor!
Posted by: Amy at November 15, 2007 09:39 PM (VxnWV)
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Yeah!!!!! I HEART INFACOL!
Posted by: Super Sarah at November 15, 2007 09:54 PM (rRa5H)
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Oh WOW infacol actually works????
Why did I not discover the stuff when my toddler was little! Thankyou, now I know for the next baby.
I hope she stays less screamy for you.
Posted by: Veronica at November 15, 2007 11:13 PM (NFy5k)
Posted by: uccellina at November 15, 2007 11:45 PM (Cx8y1)
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"", or Barry Manilow music.""
I think that counts as child abuse someplaces. I am not now (nor ever will be) a parent . . my advice concering children and pets (I don't have one) generally involves the liberal use of duct tape. Glad all is going well Helen.. if nothing else you are living out the phrase 'becareful of what you ask for'. ::hug::
Posted by: LarryConley at November 16, 2007 01:01 AM (+6kQL)
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I wish I had had some infacol back in 1966!
Posted by: kenju at November 16, 2007 01:37 AM (TiGru)
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Glad to hear something is helping!
Posted by: Erica at November 16, 2007 01:57 AM (D6tE/)
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Oh they did not have Infacol for us. Good grief, how I wish they did! Mylicon did nothing for us. It was a placebo. 'If you think it will work, it just might!" Bah. But I'm glad this works.
When my 3rd child was a mess with colic, my pediatrician confessed he had a child like this and he ended up putting on those ear phone things that you wear on a gun range, and just walking the baby while kicking a soccer ball back and forth across the room for hours... and hours... and hours. Luckily, he was an avid fan of soccer. ;-)
I was not. Just remembering it all brings back that pain in the middle of my back...
Posted by: Bou at November 16, 2007 02:17 AM (fGpp7)
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SOOOO glad you found something that works! And, well...now you have "war stories". War stories that kick most of our war storys' (stories'?) ASS.
Except step-child war stories. I totally own that department. Not that I can blog them, but if I could, they would kick anybody else's step-parent war story's ass. They would. Seriously.
Posted by: Tracy at November 16, 2007 02:23 AM (0rzA0)
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Amen, sister!! One other hint that might help somewhere along the way... keep her upright for awhile after she eats. Will help if you're dealing with a bit of reflux too! Very happy to hear that you found something that is working!!
Posted by: Jodi at November 16, 2007 03:30 AM (oqnmF)
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Does this stuff work on adults? My boss tends to get a little colicky every now and then.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at November 16, 2007 04:35 AM (Z3kjO)
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Huzzah! Gripe water was the only thing (when paired with the Axid--reflux med) that made Tiny Boy's first year even remotely tolerable. I am SO glad things are getting a bit better. Hang in there as best you can. It WILL get easier with time.
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November 13, 2007
Lost Amongst the Aisles
On Sunday Angus, perhaps sensing that I had tied a knot at the end of my rope and was just hanging on, sent me to the store by myself. I am still technically on a driving ban (you're not allowed to drive for 6 weeks after a C-section for insurance purposes, and I have one more day of the ban to serve out). With the exception of one afternoon where Angus took the babies to see his mother, it was the first time I'd been apart from the babies since they were born. I hadn't showered and still had spit-up on me in several locations, the babies were due their next feeding in 20 minutes (they are actually on a pretty good routine now, although Nick is going through a growth spurt) and Nora had been screaming for 3 hours at that point. I simply changed out of my pajama pants into jeans, and I took Angus up on his offer.
I drove 2 miles to our local Waitrose.
Inside, I was overwhelmed. I don't get out much. My days start with babies at 6:30-7 and end with babies at 11:30-midnight. I've been to the grocery store with Angus and the babies 3 times since they arrived, and each time I found my senses assaulted, naked and bleeding and staring confused at the range of toothpastes available. Once I can start driving I've promised to get out more, to get back into life. To be honest, I haven't missed it. I can go days lately without getting out, I just don't mind.
I found myself randomly picking things up and putting them down. I didn't know what I really needed. Milk, I needed milk. A lemon, we could do with a lemon. Shall I make pasta for lunch tomorrow? What about curried red snapper for dinner?
As I walked through the aisles my mind wandered. The women in my life, they're causing me grief. It's the women.
My hand coursed over the surface of a shiny eggplant, the skin stretched tight and about to burst. I thought of my sister and her latest, which I find to be the absolute height of selfishness and I almost never use that word as it was hurled far too frequently at me when I was growing up. I have written off my sister and her judgemental ineptitude, but it doesn't mean she's not on my periphery in other people's lives. I take her scorn and throw it back in her sanctimonious face. She is not my sister anymore.
My anger is grotesque.
I wander through the pasta, seeing spinach spirals and wholewheat penne. I buy both. You can never have too much pasta.
I think of my mother and her clipped, brusque emails. She is not a part of my life or the babies' lives either, and in some ways I regret that as the babies should know her to some extent. But then she wanted to not have contact and she gets just that. I rage about how the other grandchild and grandchildren-to-be get to be the center of the world when I have four children of my own that should see the universe gravitate around them. She has no shrine for my children, they are not the benchmark of perfection, they get compared to what she views as perfection. Then again, I would prefer it was this way, so I have myself to blame as well. I'm sick of them reading my site and my feelings.
I head into the baby aisle, once an area of no-go to a nearly superstitious level, and I buy every colic product they have on the shelf.
The products are beginning to blur together. I backtrack to the cheese section. I am so tired all of a sudden, I need my second wind, or my third, or my fourth, or however many breezes I've been through that day.
I pick up some chicken breast for Melissa's lunches. Her work experience ends soon and she goes home on Thursday. I love the kid, I really do. She called me her Mum to the hairdresser the other day, when she and I both cut huge chunks of our hair off. I love her, but I am getting tired of picking up after her despite repeated nagging. I put some rules down - she had nine Diet Cokes in three hours the other night, I've now restricted her to a mximum of three a day. She listens and respects my instruction. I feel like we're getting somewhere, I put a rule down and it's being followed and I feel that's huge. I love the kid but I'm ashamed to admit I'm ready for her to go home now, I want to have a lack of Kanye West and The Killers playing in the house.
Truffle oil. Surely I need some truffle oil. Doesn't everyone need truffle oil? And dried porcini mushrooms? I'd rather have dried wild mushrooms. Where are those?
I think of Nora. Little Nora, who I bonded with during those dark hours in the hospital when it was just her and I. Angus was home after visiting hours, Nick was under the microscope in special care, and it was Nora and I in our darkened room. I remember looking over at her sleeping next to me. She was an angel, an absolute angel.
Where did she go, my beautiful sweet daughter? Will she really come back by about 12 weeks, and can colic truly be put behind us? Will the screaming really stop? We've tried everything, and I miss my little girl like you wouldn't believe.
I walk through the spices and can taste the labels on the glass jars floating in the wind. It tastes like glue and India, like paper and France, like a recipe I can almost touch. I need to book our tickets for the holiday. We're running short on time. How can I keep Nora from screaming on the plane? The babies need snowsuits - the ones I bought them are 0-3m and clearly won't be fitting them for a long time. I have got to book a condo, they're rapidly disappearing and we need accommodation. My thoughts are random and fly to fast to hold.
I have been stressed. Very stressed. Stressed in ways I cannot articulate nor define. Ass bleed has returned, but I try to take the days in stride. Angus and I are doing very well, united against the front of everything. On Wednesday we have to go into London to the U.S. Embassy, where we finally got an appointment to register the babies and apply for their passports. I know there's a good chance we will both lose our tempers there, as everything is maddeningly slow and bureaucratic. It will also be my first time in London since my rest began during the pregnancy. It has been 3 months. I get overwhelmed in Waitrose, I don't know how I'll handle London.
I pay for my purchases, and for once I can't remember what I bought. I think about things. I hold on to it all. I keep going forward.
I go home to a house that needs cleaning again, and I marvel at my two tiny babies that are wearing my favorite outfits of theirs. I realize it's likely the last time they'll wear these outfits, as they really are outgrowing them and I need to accept it.
I love my babies with a space a million years long.
-H.
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You are just.so.courageous. I have my reasons for telling you so, believe me.
Nora WILL stop screaming, perhaps not on the day she´ll be 12 weeks old, but she will. And when Melissa has left, there will be less work and stress for you, and Nora will react to this, I'm sure.
{{hugs}} from Germany
Posted by: Gina at November 13, 2007 11:11 AM (Y8m4l)
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Helen, I don't really know what to say except, out of all your posts, this one made me cry. I'm a lurker by nature, not good with words like you, but you express yourself so beautifully.
I really hope that the people in your life who are causing you stress, just grow up and leave you alone. You have a beautiful family who love you, right on your door step.
As for Nora, she will stop crying. My niece, who is nearly 9months, had colic and nothing really helped her. it is so hard to see them cry. Just keep loving her and she will get better.
I wish I could come and help you out with the housework for a little while and give you a break, at least with that. Instead, I send much love and hugs.
Posted by: Suzie at November 13, 2007 12:15 PM (weSjv)
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Way to go Angus! That's the man's job to shove mom out the door when she needs a break.
Someday, before you know it, this time will be a treasured memory. I know it doesn't seem so now, but trust me.
You really are handling things magnificently!
Posted by: ~Easy at November 13, 2007 12:19 PM (WdRDV)
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Excellent, a few minutes to take a breath and reflect, doesn't it somehow re-energize you!!
Many thanks to Angus!!
Posted by: Steff at November 13, 2007 01:33 PM (6pfid)
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I too wish I could come help out with mundane tasks so you can relax. I'm glad you got to get out for a bit even if it was overwhelming for you. You just keep moving on past the people who insist on bringing you down; their petty behavior, although hurtful, isn't worth your time or attention. You're a great mom. I think you're doing incredibly well. Best wishes for smooth bureaucratic business on Wednesday! I hope all goes well; the last thing you need is more to worry about.
Posted by: Lisa at November 13, 2007 01:38 PM (EcHBm)
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I know it doesn't feel it but your are honestly doing wonderful. I know it doesn't feel it but Nora will stop crying. I know it doesn't feel it, YET, but the fact that having children causes you to scrape through all of those old issues of family helps to heal a chunk of it on the other side. At least, in my case it gave validation that there is a correct way to be a mother and it wasn't all in my imagination.
And dear, you are doing it correctly. Take care.
Posted by: Laura at November 13, 2007 02:04 PM (U1yF0)
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Wow, I remember that feeling of walking out of the house and away from the babies and into the world and feeling disoriented by all the people and cacophony and choices! I hadn't thought of it for a long time, and you brought it all back. You are doing a brilliant job of mothering...surely the hardest work of all...and now more than ever you are at that stage where you just gotta do whatever works. If that means having a baby sleeping on your chest so both of you can rest, so be it. (This was the only thing that worked for one of my boys for about 3 weeks. And I wish I could have exactly one day of it back.) Hugs all the way from Texas.
Posted by: houstonmom at November 13, 2007 04:05 PM (hdKEQ)
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Like the last commenter, you made me remember *vividly* what that felt like when I went outside the house for the first time after having Lucy. Wow. Thanks for that memory.
Posted by: The other Amber at November 13, 2007 04:10 PM (zQE5D)
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Love you babe. you're doing great.
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 13, 2007 04:14 PM (/vgMZ)
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Reading this forced me to reflect on my first weeks as a new mom; struggling with all the new responsibilities and the overwhelming feeling of everything. I know it doesn't feel like it, but life will somehow morph magically and you'll never know what you did with all your time pre-baby.
As for life with a teen - I fully believe there is a reason we get children little and tiny.
If all else fails in the world of colic & you're up for assvice drop a line & I'll let you know what worked for me.
Posted by: Cursingmama at November 13, 2007 05:06 PM (PoQfr)
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I wish I could take it all away -- all the stress and frustration and the wounded feelings. Alas, I cannot.
I CAN tell you that my first baby boy SCREAMED from 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. EVERY DAY for what felt like forever, but in reality was probably a month. I was exhausted, too and alone most of the time. White noise helps.
Hugs and gentleness for you help. A warm bath and a great cup of tea help.
Time. It just takes time. You'll look back on it and wonder how you got through it.
And THAT day comes much more quickly than you think.
I love you and if anyone can handle it all, it is YOU.
Love to the family,
Posted by: Margi at November 13, 2007 05:41 PM (wSEpS)
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I get so calmed reading your entries, thank you for sharing your thoughts and emotions with us.
Your babies are absolutely beautiful, and it is so wonderful that they are healthy and growing.
Posted by: Liv at November 13, 2007 06:51 PM (G6ihV)
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All I can say is it will get better. I lived through colic with 2 babies, and they will stop crying one day. You're perfectly normal in your reactions and thoughts about it.
I am sorry that your family causes you so much grief.
Posted by: kenju at November 14, 2007 12:47 AM (TiGru)
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I promise, the colic goes away. When our son came home from the NICU after 12 days we were shocked to find him colicky. He'd been such a good baby in the hospital. But a few weeks after he came home, the incessant crying began. I was the only thing that soothed him. My inadequate, never completely full breasts were the only things I could give him that would make him calm. He'd nurse lying next to me all night long.
And then, about 4 1/2 months old, it was like a switch. Literally. You get through the first day with no random crying and you think it's a fluke. And then 3 weeks later, you realize what they say about colic is true. It does just turn off. It's something to do with how their GI tract matures I think.
Anyway, you're doing a fantastic job. I lurk often, but wanted to let you know that many of us have been there, and it does (I promise I'm not just saying this to be trite) it does get better.
Posted by: kim at November 14, 2007 04:47 AM (m+kW/)
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I have a theory that babies aren't ready to be born when they are, but they must be as they get too big for our bodies. Look at other mammals. They're born walking and doing all sorts of things. Ours are cute little vegetables that smell sweet and have 4 appendages. And I think that some just are not ready digestively, hence what I call 'The 12 week fussies'. From 3 weeks to 12, most get it and some get colic in a bad bad way, like Nora has. And then at 12 weeks, Beep, its over. And like a previous reader said, you think at first it is a fluke and then as she also said, 3 weeks later you realize, "Oh, its over!"
I used to laugh that my big escape was going to Publix. For the first 4 months, Publix and home... my biggest foray into the sea of humanity was the frickin' grocery store. And I'd not have changed a thing.
Hang in there. You're doing GREAT.
Posted by: Bou at November 14, 2007 01:12 PM (fGpp7)
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You're doing great, Helen. You've taken to this mother thing just like I knew that you would.
I'm so sorry about the colic. The hints on a happy sleeping baby work a little less well on a colicky child. A former coworker of mine had a child with colic. His comment? "It's amazing how productive you can be at work on 4 hours of broken sleep." This was during the third month. However, the colic went away around week 12, so just hang in there. For what it's worth, as frazzled as I became during the first couple of months, I still wanted to hold and comfort my child. I'm glad that there were two of us, though. Sometimes, you needed to handoff a screamer and take a quick breather. Like going to the store by yourself. :-)
I love my babies with a space a million years long.
For the record, that space just keeps on growing. You will be amazed at just how large your heart can grow.
Posted by: physics geek at November 14, 2007 01:23 PM (MT22W)
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You're doing really well! I never get out with the triplets, though I did get out withOUT them once so far. Some day I think perhaps I'll get out again.
Funny that you're not allowed to drive for 6 weeks after a c-section. I was allowed to drive a week after mine, though many doctors restrict their patients for two weeks. (My doctor basically said I could drive as soon as I physically felt that I could)
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November 11, 2007
My Eyes Are Like Pissholes in the Snow
20% of all babies get colic.
With two babies, surely our chances were higher that we'd get a collicky baby.
We did.
This is week number three of Nora Screaming the House Down. We finally have a reason why even if we don't have a cure, and she's perfectly healthy (just a bit underweight), she's just got colic. It's beginning to wear all of us - and our relationships - down.
We've tried everything. We've tried rocking, cuddling, crying it out, soothing, back patting, extra winding, carrying her in a sling, bouncy chairs, swings, carrying her in our arms in a variety of positions, holding her against our hearts, walking up and down stairs, and trying to sleep with her. We use Dr. Brown's bottles which are supposed to help prevent colic, to no avail. We've tried white noise - dishwashers, washing machines, running water, radio static, me repeatedly saying "shhhh" all with no success. The vacuum cleaner does soothe her briefly, but only for a very short while. I've ordered a CD that plays "Baby Specific" white noise, we'll see how that works. We've tried bathing, talking to her, trying to stimulate her with toys suitable for her developmental stage, baby massage, and shutting the door and walking away. We did try gripe water (colic water) last night, and it did seem to work as it produced a series of massive belches and she settled not too long afterwards, but neither of us are crazy about constantly medicating her.
Most babies - Nick being one of them - sometimes cry but then settle themselves to sleep. Not Nora. That girl can work a screaming session for hours. It's currently 1:30 in the afternoon. She's been screaming since 10, and it's not going to stop anytime soon I know.
They say that a baby crying is programmed to be one of the most annoying sounds to a human. And it is. Nora, in particular, has an extremely aggressive, violent cry that is simultaneously ear-bleeding and heartbreaking at the same time. I hate it for her when she cries but nothing I do seems to help.
This morning after both of them sleeping all night, Angus and I fed them and then he sweetly agreed to bring them into bed with us as a special occasion. The four of us napped from 7 - 9, and I had Nora fast asleep on my chest. I know this is naughty, I know we shouldn't do it, but my God it was heaven. She can be such an incredible angel, it's so amazing, and when she's awake and in a good mood the interaction is fantastic and she's an utter delight.
She can also be Damian.
Last night I had an event I'm not proud of. She had worked herself into a frenzy in the early evening as she does most early evenings. She could not be consoled. Nothing I did was right. I was exhausted, I'd spent most of yesterday feeling quite stressed but was unable to articulate why, and I couldn't face another night of her screaming. Melissa had been feeding her but when Nora spit up Melissa passed her off to me and then put her clothes in the wash as she can't stand to have baby spit up on her. I'm really pleased Melissa wants to help feed them, but I can't face all the laundry involved when she does help. Then again, maybe there's something wrong with me, maybe I should immediately launder everything I get baby bloop on.
So last night I was holding Nora who was going increasingly nuclear, and I melted down. At that moment I knew I had to put Nora down and walk away from her for a while. I'm not saying I would hurt her, not ever, but for a moment I could understand what motivates some people to snap and hurt their babies. I carried her upstairs and swaddled her and laid her in her cot and shut the door. I feel really, really ashamed for how angry I was feeling with her. I know I would never shake her or hit her or anything like that, but for one second I knew I had to be away from her.
When she gets really worked up she has to be put in her cot and we walk away. The midwife and the health visitor discussed this with us, and it's their recommendation and our last resort. So when we do this, Nora stays apoplectic...and she works her way all over the crib. To add further insult to injury, this usually means she gets herself out of her swaddle (they don't sleep well without the swaddle, they get too insecure, and she only disentangles herself from her swaddle during the daytime, never at night) and she manages to rip her diaper off daily. This means more laundry. And of course yesterday my nightmare finally came true and she ripped off a diaper that had been freshly pooed in, so the bedding, the clothing, and the kid had to be immediately washed. Which, of course, only made her angrier.
It's so exhausting. As I type this she's up there screaming her head off. Nick's joined in. And now they both produce tears, and it's even more agonizing, because you go in their room and tears are streaming and nothing you can do will stop them (when Nick does it he's just overtired, and usually sorts himself out). I want to fix it all but I can't, and I know that they will outgrow it they just can't get there fast enough. In the meantime we're all exhausted, I'm trying to keep their crying from really driving Angus crazy and heading down a dark path. I also feel terrible - Nora gets most of the attention over Nick as we try to resolve the screaming, but at the same time everyone loves Nick and wants to hold him and be with him as he's really an extremely easygoing baby.
And there is so much fucking housework to do it's eating me inside. I can't keep up with it. And now we have items all over the house as we're renovating Melissa's room for her and everything in the room is now in the hallway and living room. I don't mind the renovations, actually (Melissa and Angus are doing all of them) as it does help end the argument about who gets the new room in the extension (if we're putting this much time and money into her room then she's staying put. End of story.) It's just I can't see the forest for the trees and my mind is telling me to keep cleaning the house, just keep cleaning the house, everything will be better, everyone will be happier, let's just clean the house.
I deal with my stress this morning by throwing away a huge chunk of my wardrobe.
Somehow, it helps.
Gotta' go, it's soon feeding time and screaming time again, only I'll cave and administer gripe water if it keeps going on too long because none of us can take the consant screaming.
I feel like a very bad mother indeed.
-H.
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Plumbing
Men, look away! Look away now, lest you be blinded!
(Just kidding. But it is a continuation of yesterday, so if you read then you'd better put down that hoagie.)
OK, so the Mooncup? She is all right. A little strange, a little unusual, but I think I'm a convert.
Strangely, for someone with so many phobias (including a phobia of poo. Don't ask, just accept) I have no real issues with menstrual blood. I don't love it or anything, I'm not rocking the house with joy when I flow like a river, but if I get a little on my hands I just shrug and head for the soap and water. I also don't panic if a little blood gets elsewhere, I simply clean it up and don't stress about sterilizing everything within a 3 mile radius. Additionally after all this IVF and UTI stuff I've become pretty familiar with the love tunnel anyhow, so maneuvering some silicone goods in my golden chute doesn't bother me.
I got my Mooncup yesterday (Mooncup is the same thing as a Diva Cup. It's all Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone here, everyone's gotta' change a name or two). I unwrapped it and was floored. This thing, this Mooncup? It was enormous. How the fuck was this thing ever going to fit in there? What the hell, did they think I was the proud owner of a vaginal Grand Canyon? I followed the website's advice-as I'd had a child (or two) via C-section and am over 30 that therefore qualifies me as needing the A Cup (and I haven't been an A Cup since puberty. Ah, the good old days.) If I hadn't had kids and was under 30 I'd be in the B Cup, so clearly those of us who are aging and reproducing are supposed to have chutes that wobble in the wind or something.
The instructions tell you that you can urinate and such while wearing it, which struck me as strange, but ok. They tell you to not have sex while wearing it, which is perhaps as far from my mind as possible when I'm nesting a little silicone alien in there. It also says not to share the Mooncup with other menstruating women. Um....gross. Seriously. Do they really have to put that in the instructions? What, do most users of the Mooncup live on a commune or something?
I decided to give it a go. I cleaned it, headed for the bathroom, and nervously braced myself. Why nervously? Well, call me crazy, but unless it's a blood-supply laced part of Angus, a fiberglass OB tampon, or something powered by double-A batteries (what?), in general things don't go in there (previous IVF ultrasound wandings notwithstanding). It felt a little strange to think that a funnel was going in, but ok, I wanted to give it the old college try for the environment.
You're supposed to fold the silicone cup in half, then fold it again, then insert. You're ideally supposed to be squatting or sitting to do this, which is always fun when you're in a bathroom, but I continued to be prepared. I squatted, feeling not unlike a tribal native about to do the African Anteater Ritual, and folded my cup. I folded again. I headed for insertion.
And seeing as I'm flooded with hormones wrecking havoc on my system, the damn thing got stuck.
I removed it, put some water on the sides, and tried again.
This time it worked.
It's a very, very strange sensation when the cup finally passes what I assume is the pubic bone and unfolds. I felt like Mary Poppins was opening her little umbrella in there, you can almost hear it unfolding and feel the sides suction to you. But the fit was good (I guess I do have a vaginal Grand Canyon in there after all), and I didn't feel the cup once it was in place.
I had some problems with the stem. The instructions aren't clear as to how far the thing is supposed to go up, and I was unnerved by it looking like a drinking straw popping out of my hooch. I pushed it in further. Then further.
Then I panicked.
I pictured it disappearing up inside of me. I would be the new urban legend, Richard Gere and his gerbils would be superceded by me in the ER, crying and telling people not to tell anyone, while the health professionals would gather round my X-ray and laugh like Dr. Hibbert and say "Homer? Looks like your little funnel has wound up somewhere near your lungs. It's ok, at least when you breathe you'll sound like you have internal bagpipes! Ah he he he." (that last laugh part should sound like Dr. Hibbert laughing in your head. I'm just trying to help the image here.) I know this isn't possible, the uterus will stop anything from heading in there, and the cervix usually is only the size of a pinhole. I was being unreasonable. The Mooncup was not going to disappear. Still, I felt freaked out.
So I walked around with the stem sticking out a bit.
It kinda' hurt.
I decided to revise my approach, suck it up, and be a big girl.
I pushed the stem in further until I couldn't feel it when I walked.
Bingo.
After about 4 hours, I decided the time had come for the next stage-I needed to drain and clean it. You're supposed to pull the stem sideways to break the seal, or else do as Erin suggested and use a finger down the side of it to stop the suction while using your pelvic floor to push it out. I decided to go for option A, pulling the stem sideways. I started to pull.
Nothing happened.
I pulled more.
The damn thing was not giving.
Oh God, I thought. Will I have to call Angus and his trusty pliers in for some assistance? If I do that, does that mean we'll never shag again?
I realized that the thing was suctioned, so I angled it so that air could stop the suction. That worked. It started to give, and I had a weird sensation of a drain being pulled out of a bathtub as it came out.
It really wasn't messy at all, and there is something perversely interesting at being able to note how much blood you've lost ("Oh, it's only a 2.5cc day is it? Rock on!") They don't prepare you for the fact that the blood congeals into one big clot though, so if you use this Mooncuppy thing then be prepared for that. I rinsed out the cup thoroughly with some soap and hot water and re-inserted.
Later in the day, unnerved by the image of bathwater swirling down a drain, I tried method B. I have to say that Erin's method of using a finger and/or using your vaginal muscles to push it out is the way to go. It's much easier, doesn't feel uncomfortable, and eases the Dr. Hibbert panic.
On the whole I like the thing. I didn't leak, there really isn't any mess, and you honestly forget it's in there. It definitely beats having to lug around tampons (who am I kidding, I don't go anywhere) and it's nice to go to bed at night and know that you're not going to be getting up a lot to change tampons/pads. I'll continue using it.
Sorry if this was all TMI, but the web seems a bit low on info about these things and I figured maybe you wanted to know how it worked.
The things that I'll do for you.
-H.
PS-To S in NYC (didn't know if you wanted to be anonymous, so thought I would err on the safe side!) I got the two gorgeous blankets today. Thank you so much. The babies are moving from swaddling to blankets during the day now, and these are perfect for them. Thank you, they're beautiful!
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"It also says not to share the Mooncup with other menstruating women."
Who?? Why?? ... I ... *lost for words*
"Ah he he he" - I totally had the Dr Hibbert laugh in my head!
Posted by: Amanda at November 09, 2007 11:56 AM (HIMHu)
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....uhmmm....
*ahem*
Right.
OK then...
Posted by: ~Easy at November 09, 2007 12:17 PM (WdRDV)
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LOL Very funny - but, to be somehat serious, also very useful. Thanks for letting us know how things went and worked... maybe I'll try it.
I'm on a guilt trip from reading all the environmental articles yesterday.
Posted by: Hannah at November 09, 2007 12:47 PM (lUH62)
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OK - so a question for people who have dared to try this. Is this workable in a public bathroom? As in, where you really don't want to have to carry it to the sink and stuff?
Posted by: Hannah at November 09, 2007 12:48 PM (lUH62)
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hmmm, I always wondered about these, I suppose it would work well for those days when you just don't know whether the mini/regular/giant bichon frise is suitable!!!
Posted by: Super Sarah at November 09, 2007 12:59 PM (rRa5H)
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Helen, I must tell you I am not anywhere close to a crunchy granola kind of girl. But your post yesterday had me reading all about the cup, and now today, well, I'm thinking about purchasing one.
I second the question about public restrooms.
Also, what if you're in a bathroom (say, my bathroom) and the toilet is in it's own closet far from the sink?
These things I wonder.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at November 09, 2007 01:38 PM (+MvHD)
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I've tried this and at first I liked it too. Two things changed my mind. When one day it indeed did get stuck up there and I was in tears for about an hour trying to push the thing out. I was an experienced user at this point so not sure what happened. The public bathroom thing is a nightmare. Not usually a problem you can time it to be near home, but this is always not possible. After awhile I was just getting way too intimate with my bodily fluids and decided I needed a more hands off approach.
Posted by: Judi at November 09, 2007 01:50 PM (W87Xx)
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too funny! Nice to know how those things worked - I always did wonder. While I am trying to be more eco-friendly I don't see myself trying this one.
Posted by: Sara at November 09, 2007 02:09 PM (xYSuN)
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Yeah, that whole 'sharing' thing...well, there are a lot of idiots out there in the world, and after watching hours of reality television I could totally see this happening with some mother/daughter situation. Gross.
This has really got me intrigued. I might have to give it a go.
Posted by: Teresa at November 09, 2007 02:10 PM (desXb)
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It is possible to use it in a public bathroom or place where the sink and toilet aren't close together - you just wipe the top edges with toilet paper before re-inserting. You wouldn't want to do that every time but it's fine for day-time or times when you just can't get to a sink.
Posted by: martha at November 09, 2007 02:22 PM (ySZ2x)
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Thanks for the info. It has reaffirmed that I will NOT be using it.
Don't share it with other women???? No way! That made me think of high school, when several girls I knew would share colored contact lenses. Disgusting.
Posted by: Dotty at November 09, 2007 02:29 PM (KJE2B)
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"Don't share it with other menstruating women"
It's not so much the warning as the fact that they have to give the warning. You know someone shared at some point and there was hell to pay.
Thanks for the review. I might have to consider it. I didn't have a period for 18 months thanks to breastfeeding but holy crap, now it's like the Amazon. It was never like this before. I might have to try. But if it gets stuck, can I call you crying for help?
Posted by: donna at November 09, 2007 02:33 PM (Kco5r)
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This is timely as I've been considering going this route myself. I appreciate your candor!
Posted by: nikoline at November 09, 2007 02:36 PM (oeg8y)
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The public restroom thing is a non-issue. The cup can hold 1 oz of liquid, and a woman loses approximately 2 oz over the course of her whole period. Which means you can leave it in for 12 hours -- so empty it in the morning and again when you get home from work. I've left it in for nearly 16 hours when not close to home with no problems -- it's made of medical grade silicone, so there is no chance of TSS. And while rinsing in water may be preferable when emptying and reinserting, it's not a requirement. As long as your hands are clean, you can empty it and reinsert it immediately, since the outside is rarely messy and you're just putting it back where it came from. Which means that if you were in a public restroom situation, it wouldn't be a nightmare at all.
Obviously I'm a believer -- I've had mine for six months and it's saved me nearly $100 in tampons, allowed me to get rid of my period underwear (no leaks!), and kept a couple hundred tampon applicators out of landfills. And having to attend to my period only twice a day is almost as awesome as not having a period at all.
Posted by: mshavisham at November 09, 2007 04:22 PM (ZoImQ)
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I've been trying use Insteads (a similar but throw-away version of Mooncup) but sometimes they leak. I don't know if it's because sometimes I don't put it in the right way or they just aren't as good.
The Mooncup looks completely different in shape; I'll give it a try! Thanks for the tip!
Posted by: The other Amber at November 09, 2007 05:18 PM (zQE5D)
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"Don't share it with other menstruating women"
No one shared. This is the twisted mind of Lawyers At Work.
Since I. . .no longer have my period I will just watch in fascination.
Posted by: Margi at November 09, 2007 05:29 PM (wSEpS)
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You can trim the stem! I had to trim mine down to nothing because it poked so badly. YOu just need to grab the bottom of it and pull.
I had a horrible accident last period. I have VERY strong PC muscles, and I was coughing and I popped the suction et voila! The bloodiest mess my jeans have ever seen. It had been in about 12 hours at that point. Not fun, but that is the only time I've had it happen. I love the thing.
Posted by: Dani at November 09, 2007 06:29 PM (aWAie)
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Great information! Thank you! I love knowing about this. I have used Instead in the past and this is a great alternative to that.
Thanks!
Posted by: Keri at November 09, 2007 07:23 PM (/r5gv)
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I think you may have converted me. I have quite a few years of periods before me and tampons are damn expensive!
Posted by: Veronica at November 09, 2007 09:23 PM (jO8QI)
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For better or worse, Helen, your posts sure stimulate the imagination. I now know more about your, uh, personal dimensions than I really should know about another woman. Hell, I don't even have that much information about my wife's monthly nasties, she just considers it her personal business. That's fine with me.
Posted by: diamond dave at November 09, 2007 09:32 PM (7wEXd)
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I can't get past the non poking stem part. I trimmed it down a great bit, but I'm totally afraid to trim it off, because they tell you not to. I'm like you, afraid I'll end up being talked about at the ER Christmas party.
And yeah, squatting is the only way to go.
Posted by: statia at November 09, 2007 09:58 PM (lHsKN)
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Oh.
Good.
Lord.
First you warn me about the, errrrr, changes that occur in Lady Towne with getting all good and pregnant and stuff, which I was very grateful for.
But this?!?
NO. Ah, ummmm...can't. Nope.
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Posted by: kenju at November 10, 2007 04:37 AM (TiGru)
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No thank you. Not for me. I had my face scrunched up the entire time I was reading this. I don't need to be poking around down there, that is what my husband is for.
Posted by: Lukie at November 10, 2007 01:53 PM (WXIEq)
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I tried one of these for awhile (a few years ago) and while it seemed pretty neat at first, I had too many instances of lots of blood on my hand while dumping it. I'm not squeamish, it was just a lot of clean-up detail and I got tired of it.
It was fun to read your review of it though! Brought back memories.
Posted by: Gabriella at November 10, 2007 08:45 PM (5/LCh)
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Helen..congrats on getting your Mooncup. I've been using my Diva cup for about 2 years and I'd NEVER go back to pads and plugs. I sooo don't miss leaks and messes and shelling out money every month for tampons. Not to be too TMI but my flow is very heavy most months, where I need both a pad and a plug and sometimes still have leaks..but with the Diva cup I never leak. Not even overnight. I have never had a problem with the stem poking me, I would think if it's poking you, either your girly bits are way more shallow than most and trimming is in order, or you aren't inserting it far enough. I sometimes use the Instead cups when my sweetie is in town and we want to be able to "get busy" while he's here...they work just as well if you insert them properly, but you definitely need to be comfortable with your body cuz you gotta reach up in there a lot farther to grab them and get them out. :O)
Posted by: JaxVenus at November 11, 2007 04:28 AM (Pc1ii)
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I use the Instead cups and have for years. I'm thisclose to getting the Diva Cup, though. The public restroom thing is what keeps me using the disposable cup.
Posted by: jen at November 11, 2007 05:20 PM (NcuXj)
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H, comments aren't turned on above, not sure you did that on purpose, but I wanted to say, just give her the gripe water. It doesn't do her any good to be screaming and it's AWFUL for you, so at this point whatever works is fair game. There's nothing wrong with gripe water, and she won't be like this for ever. Hang in there.
Posted by: thalia at November 11, 2007 05:40 PM (OW/Bx)
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also, for the above.... you are a mother, no measure good or bad. And like anyone who has a child you do your best. Sometimes my best isn't as good as it should be, but we are never bad. I agree, gripe water is just a surfactant to help expel the burps, its not really medication, just a digestive aid and it doesn't contain alcohol like in the old days when my mum fed a whole bottle to her little sister who reeled like a drunken sailor all night!
Posted by: Super Sarah at November 11, 2007 08:57 PM (rRa5H)
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Sorry, I couldn't get a comment screen on the "pissholes" post -- have you talked to the babies' doctor about catnip tea? Can't get much more natural than that. It seems to break up belly and intestinal gas wonderfully and doesn't have any nasty stuff in it. And if there's any left over, you can have a cup yourself! Good luck.
Posted by: lambchop at November 12, 2007 02:21 AM (eWope)
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How do they know when colic is colic and not something else, like a milk sensitivity or allergy (assuming they're on a milk-based formula)? That's always at the front of my mind since I was dealing with food allergies for two years before I found out about them. Have you tried switching formulas?
What do you think you're supposed to do when a baby is screaming incessantly? Of course you might have to walk away eventually for a break. That's not a parenting crime. Most mothers have had those frustrated moments although some may not admit it (and those who raised their children more than a few years ago may tell you that they're children never even cried. Yeah right, Mom.)
Posted by: paula at November 12, 2007 08:00 PM (CFGLq)
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Sorry posting on this one - same as others below. Just a quick note to say hang in there. Please don't feel bad - you are not a bad mom. My mom relayed a story to me about how every mother hits a screaming baby shut down point. When I was a baby I had been screaming and sceaming and screaming and finally my father came home from work and she just handed me over, said take her and then left the house. She laughs about it now but I know it must have been hard. x
Posted by: Lee at November 12, 2007 10:55 PM (84Iv0)
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I hope you'll forgive me, but I'm going to violate a couple of rules here, both yours and mine. I have the feeling you wanted to close comments to the above post and goofed, and I really should honor that, but something tells me to say something anyway.
You aren't the first, and will not be the last, parent to have to walk away from their kids momentarily for control's sake. That does NOT make you a bad parent, just a human being with limits like the rest of us. The crappiest thing about love is that we have moments where something in us just wants to devour our young. I know, especially with teenagers. I've had moments where, having possessed a little less restraint or a little more alcohol, I honestly could have seriously hurt my children. My stepson used to push me so hard on being "the man of the house" that my wife had to physically restrain me from taking him outside and showing him who was boss. I've had to learn a lot of patience, and eat a lot of pride. There have definitely been times when I thought I didn't deserve a Father's day in my honor. But I can only do my best, love my kids even when they become assholes, and learn from my own mistakes. And you're right, babies crying can really push the nerves even though they are just precious little helpless things that don't know any better. You probably will have a hard time finding any other mother, especially a new one, that hasn't felt as you do at least once. Or any dad for that matter.
Just hang with it, do your best, DON'T turn down any help whether it be material or emotional, and feel free to vent about the trials of parenthood. Sometimes it really sucks, but the good times make it all worth while.
As usual, feel free to curse me if I step on toes or violated your blog commenting rules too badly. Maybe I'll have to send you something that YOU can use, as well (the twins seem well taken care of by many others). After all, we shouldn't forget about the mommies.
Posted by: diamond dave at November 13, 2007 01:55 AM (vlY8q)
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For the above post as well.
hang in there - being a Mom is tough. Even when the kids are 9 & 11 (as mine are). You will *still* feel overwhelmed and like you are doing a bad job- even when you are NOT.
You are tired - they are new to the world. don't worry, it will all work out. You are a fabulous mother, Helen. Peace be with you all...
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November 08, 2007
I Got Your Crunchy Granola Right Here, Baby
I had
lochia for five weeks.
FIVE.
My bleeding finally stopped on Tuesday, which was just in time for the mother of all periods to come in the very next day (because that's how my luck is and we all need a little anemia check from time to time, no?)
I have caved and finally bought one of those Mooncups, which arrived this morning. I figure I'm doing enough damage by dropping off around 15 disposable diapers a day (the guilt is huge, especially as the environmentally friendly disposables cost three times as much as the "Fuck You, Mother Nature" ones. And we debated cloth diapers but figured with twins we wouldn't be able to keep up with them. It's likely true-I'm already doing about 2 loads of laundry a day and if I had to do any more laundry than that I would start carrying around a box of Calgon laundry detergent and crowing "Ancient Chinese secret, huh?" in my worst Chinese accent. My dad would be so proud.) This Mooncuppy thing is supposed to save me from dumping tons of tampons into landfill and considering a box of tampons runs from £4-6 and I go through 2 boxes per period, it should save some dosh, too.
I'll let you know how I get on. I'll confess it feels pretty strange to think that I've stuffed a miniature funnel up my cootch in hopes of catching the badness. I feel like a Betty Crocker recipe for the dark side, all for my hopes of helping the environment and not supplying Tampax with any more of my salary. I'm hoping someone will smack me if I ever get to the stage where I'm making homemade tie-dyed spiritual fairies that I sell half-naked at Renaissance fairs or if I grow out and braid my armpit hair.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go build a wigwam out of hemp.
-H.
PS-are there any men left reading this site, or has my bodily function talk truly run you all off?
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Interesting. I would like to know the gory details. Which end goes up? I thought I understood but one end seems so..... wide. Could just be the picture though? I would also like to know how emptying and cleaning it is not a messy process. You'll have to give a full product review. Men be damned! They can avert their eyes.
Posted by: donna at November 08, 2007 01:42 PM (Kco5r)
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I bought one too (diva cup). I had to trim the stem, and so far, I couldn't get the stem to stop irritating me, and now my niagara falls period is over, so I have to wait until next month. Otherwise, it's pretty comfortable and it's kind of interesting to see how much you've bled.
Posted by: statia at November 08, 2007 01:47 PM (lHsKN)
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OK, never mind, I just read the FAQs. I get it now. I would still like a product review from someone I trust, though!
Posted by: donna at November 08, 2007 01:55 PM (Kco5r)
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Your posts have been more informative than all the health classes and late-night bodily function discussions I've ever had.
Posted by: Z. Hendirez at November 08, 2007 02:00 PM (ceOV5)
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Solomon is still here. Kind of like a deer in the headlights, I know I should run but....can't....move.
Posted by: Solomon at November 08, 2007 02:02 PM (al5Ou)
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When I was waiting for that lovely stage to pass, I made the huge mistake of Googling. I came upon women on message boards who reported still heavily bleeding 5 months after their c-sections! At that point, something would have clued me in.
You'll have to report back on the Mooncup. I've been too afraid to try it. I looked into gDiapers, but after some calculations, they're twice the cost of disposables. And well, that's just too much, unfortunately. They sure are cute with that tiny little 'g' on the baby bum though.
Posted by: Dotty at November 08, 2007 02:25 PM (KJE2B)
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After recovering from being squicked out at the idea of stuffing a rubber cup up my hoochie coochie I find myself rolling in laughter at Solomon's deer in the headlights, can't move, should run comment
Posted by: Poppy at November 08, 2007 02:30 PM (ep+JJ)
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Always good for a laugh, aren't you? I never heard of a mooncup before, and for just a moment, it made me wish I weren't menopausal, so I could try it out. Only for a minute, though.....LOL
Posted by: kenju at November 08, 2007 02:35 PM (TiGru)
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please tell me you're not going to put your mooncup into a pan of boiling water... a pan you cook with.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at November 08, 2007 02:37 PM (+MvHD)
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Some things I just don't need to know. And lest my wife (who is a reader) gets any ideas - if I come home to see this thing on a pan on the stove - it's over. Even her attorney would side with me on that one...
Posted by: Clancy at November 08, 2007 02:56 PM (HPYJV)
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You are funny as hell as usual, the picture is amazing, you look beautiful! which you always have but not like someone who just had twins
Posted by: Cheryl at November 08, 2007 03:13 PM (n3lCA)
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I remember my first period after having Ethan was very very heavy - going through pads every hour. Adding insult to injury, we were stuck at my in laws and I was totally not prepared.
I've wanted to try a Diva Cup for a while but I bought a box of tampons at Sams Club and have been trying to work through them for a long time now. One of those things that seems like a good idea to buy in bulk at the time. (Lack of period to use them due to nursing, MIrena IUD, and thyroid issues. And you thought you were the Queen of TMI.)
Let us know how the Mooncup works out for you - I'm sure the guys can look away every once in a while. Heh
Posted by: Michele at November 08, 2007 03:17 PM (h1vml)
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I use the diva cup and LOVE it. I recommend it to all of my friends. It will seriously change your life. I practically forget I have my period because of it. No leaking, no last minute tampon runs, no sneaky bathroom trips.
For the person that the tip irritated - you need to shove it in far enough, otherwise that definitely happens. I can either use my vaginal muscles or just sneak a finger up the side and push. Sorry for the TMI!
Posted by: erin at November 08, 2007 03:21 PM (wTjEq)
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*shrugs*
In my line of work I see worse stuff than that every day . Plus, I've been married for 20 years, I have 2 daughters, and I've gone to the store to bnuy tampons and NOTHING else.
You'll have to work much harder to get rid of me.
Posted by: ~Easy at November 08, 2007 03:22 PM (WdRDV)
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I've used the always cup but didn't know they had the mooncup....Solomon cracks me up! (With the always cup, they advertise that you can have sex while wearing it, not that I know anyone who would want to though.)
Posted by: donna at November 08, 2007 03:31 PM (M9gg4)
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Nice call on the diva cup! I've had a keeper for about a year now and I really like it.
As for the diapers thing, I just saw these diapers on mightygirl.net a few days ago that are cloth with disposible liners that are flushable, and you can even compost the wet ones! They might be the answer to your guilt/time conundrum http://www.gdiapers.com/
Posted by: Laura at November 08, 2007 03:56 PM (FFBkP)
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I thought I was going to bleed to death after each one of my kids. It went on for a good two months (yes I was very anemic, and they shoved so many iron tablets in me I am still constipated 6 years later). I tend to like to sew my own pads, not just for the enviroment but also because those store bought things are terrible and uncomfortable-let alone expensive.
Never heard of these cups before. Guess I am living in the dark. Tampons irritate the hell outta me so I don't know if I could use one, but I do look forward to your review.
BTW, I tend to be very graphic when I talk about childbirth, periods, pelvic exams, etc. My husband sometimes gets a little fed up and starts his "I don't need to know this..." but I tell him if he wants me to give up the goods he should at least understand their maintenance. It is a fair trade I figure.
Posted by: Teresa at November 08, 2007 04:03 PM (hM0KD)
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Hmm... I tried ... argh, can't find it any more. It was kind of like a simple rubber dish. The website, of course, was full of good reviews... but that thing hurt! So... this looks far too scary.
Good luck!
Posted by: Hannah at November 08, 2007 04:47 PM (lUH62)
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From the Mooncup site "It's possible to enjoy having a period!"
Yeah, honey. Okay.
I tried one once; it was the Mooncup's great grandmother or something, and it SO did not work for me. It was purple and rubbery and HUGE. And the only way I could get it IN was sideways which, if I'm not mistaken, defeats the whole purpose. I'm a Mooncup 'tard.
On the other hand, I have a box of Costco tampax and pads I can give away. Anyone interested?
(Still giggling at Solomon)
Posted by: Margi at November 08, 2007 05:12 PM (wSEpS)
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I bought a diva cup a couple of years ago and I am SO happy I bought it. I never have to remember to bring tampons with me, because I've already got what I need in the vag. And I like not having a string hanging out of me like I'm some kind of talking doll.
Posted by: Brandy at November 08, 2007 06:21 PM (+1V7y)
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You know what.... Judy (as I call her) is a pain the the butt. It is messy enough I have no desire to make it more of a job than it already is. The idea that it is not disposable is not a selling point in my book. Exactly how do you wash that thing out? If you have to take it to a sink how do you hold it, wipe and then turn the faucet on. Sounds very unsanitary to me. Then you have to clean your sink. More cleaning products. Reminds me of the Family Cloth. I won't be purchasing those anytime soon either.
Posted by: Lukie at November 08, 2007 07:05 PM (WXIEq)
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I have actually never seen those before. Looks pretty interesting though. I am such a klutz that I would worry about putting it in upside or something.
Posted by: Liv at November 08, 2007 08:49 PM (HPpbv)
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Not scared off yet! (but I did skip reading all the comments.)
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at November 08, 2007 09:03 PM (UquFN)
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My hippie sister could reel off the facts and figures of the impact of cloth nappies on the environment because of water usage, detergents pollution, equal manufacturing and transport impact - but I have no idea on that so I'll leave it to someone more knowledgable. BU for the record she uses the gDiapers and LOVES them.
[Thanks Solomon for making me and my deskmate laugh out loud - a hard thing to do at 8am on a Friday morning!]
Posted by: Flikka at November 08, 2007 09:14 PM (puvdD)
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Me? Leave? Never in a million years! I crave the stories you post on your blog. As a matter of fact, I'm hopelessly addicted. If I come home from work and don't find SOMETHING here, I have agonizing withdrawals. Even when I have to keep the dark sunglasses and the barf bucket handy, I still love coming here.
Posted by: diamond dave at November 08, 2007 09:30 PM (wY0zm)
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Hi, delurking after reading this post. I recently read a study that linked higher rates on PND with low iron levels. Just a thought, but it is possible that iron supplements may help more than just your possible anemia.
Posted by: Mrs G at November 08, 2007 10:26 PM (faFTX)
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You know I'm squirming over here at the moment. Because although I totally see the benefits of this little device, I, as a healthcare provider and student of germs, am squimish to think about what can harbor and grow in those little cups.
All I know is damp dark places make scary SCARY bugs.....
Since January of this past year Aunt Flo has had a vendenta against me and I finally had to squash her with the PILL...or I was going to lose my mind, not to mention break the bank going though a maxi pad an hour...it was horrible.
On another note....Helen, we now have a small variety of Boots products in my local Target...and they are extra expensive, but their lemon hand cream is still the best.
Posted by: Heidi at November 09, 2007 04:25 AM (yRTJR)
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I grew up as the only guy in a house with 3 girls and I've been married for 7 years. Add in the fact that some of my best friends have been female and you get someone who really cannot be run off by anything female related. Wanna talk breast pumps? I'm your guy.
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November 07, 2007
Progress Is Our Middle Name
Last week the Lemonheads were weighed. Nora's weight has gone up to 7 pounds, and Nick is up to 6 pounds 8 ounces. So almost newborn size, which isn't too bad considering they're 5 weeks old today. In total, they've gained about a pound since birth (I know this seems obsessive, but preemie babies mean you watch every single ounce. Our babies weren't even severely premature, I can't imagine how it feels to have this go on for months and months and months.)
At least Nick's eating. Angus discovered that Nick could benefit from a larger nipple so that the bottle flow comes out faster and easier (note to self: watch Nick when he gets to pub drinking age). This means he doesn't exhaust himself trying to drink, so now both babies are drinking the same amount during the day. As a consequence, we don't spend our time worrying if we can get him to eat or not. The kid eats.
He just doesn't grow.
He is so, so tiny.
In the beginning, people flocked to Nora, she of the perfect baby face and rosebud lips. People liked to feed the amiable Nora, to hold her more solid form, to inhale the top of her heard. Nick, whose head is indeed regaining a less "I was stuffed in my mother's pelvis and all I got is this lousy T-shirt" shape, was less popular. That is, until Nora went through a rough patch where all she did was scream.
Then it was her and I.
Melissa, Jeff, and even Angus to some extent enjoy being around Nick more as he's the easier-going of the two, he's the one that just likes to look around, he's the one less likely to get stroppy. Nora has a temperament a lot like I am told I had when I was a baby - she wakes up and you have approximately 10 seconds to get to her before the screaming starts. And when I say screaming, I mean exactly that. Windows could shatter from the force of this kids' lungpower. Eardrums bleed. Dogs commit harikari. When she wakes up she has needs, and these needs must be attended to RIGHT FUCKING NOW. We've learned that if you miss this window and she reaches that stage (said stage also available after feedings, so very equal opportunity here) then she becomes Inconsolable and there is nothing you can do (and we tried, honestly). Absolutely nothing. She has to scream it out and put herself to sleep, which is fun for the whole household.
But I adore her.
Absolutely adore her.
Just as much as I adore him.
And she's breaking her screaming habit, so hopefully it'll all get better soon. I really love my little girl but Great Scott she's got one of the most vociferous and annoying cries I have ever heard on a baby - when she really gets going she reaches what I call the Dolphin Stage, as she turns purple, goes rock hard, and sounds like she's communicating with Flipper. Nick, on the other hand, has a cry that sounds like a bellows that is very low on air. His cries aren't remotely angry, loud, or annoying. That's worth its weight in gold, he can pick which university he wants to go to when he's older, his low-key crying should be rewarded.
They currently both have colds, so our house has a lot of cranky baby going on. They're congested and so get the business end of some saline and that helpful nose sucker bulb, known as The Great Red Plastic Bulb of Hell, or by its other name Dear God Mom Why Do You Hate Me So Much? (called such names because get that thing out and cue screaming the likes of which you have never heard before, no matter how many teen horror flicks you have seen). I'm changing cot sheets and onesies a few times a day, as it's Puke Central here. I know they're not really ill, it's just a cold, but it still makes me feel terrible watching them not feel well.
The health visitor was pleased with their progress. Both babies are below average for weight but are on the bell curve just fine and are gaining weight, so we're working on it. Developmentally, we're going to be behind for some time. As the babies were 4 weeks premature, they're only just at the stage that newborns are at, which feels weird as they were sprung from the sunroof 5 weeks ago. They're awake a lot more than they were, although they're not really someone you can get contact with. The babies like to mimic our faces and are less stressy about being touched (and in fact both babies like to cuddle), and Nick is very keen on lights and lighting fixtures (much to Angus' absolute delight). I'm not worried about them-the health visitor said the babies will start to catch up with other babies around 6-12 months of age, so we'll take it one day at a time. In the meantime, I'll be honest - I'm enjoying their prolonged infancy, although I am looking forward to the days when they'll smile at us and laugh.
Size-wise, they're teeny. They still don't fit newborn clothes, although my very favorite outfit of theirs is a size preemie baby and was given to them by Angus' Mum. They absolutely swam in the outfits two days after being born:
(If the coloring looks off, it's because both babies were very jaundiced.)
And this is them now, finally filling out my favorite onesies of theirs:
The label of the onesie is Cherokee, sold in the U.S. by my beloved Target and sold in the U.K. by Tesco. There's a gigantic Tesco near us, I can check and see if they have these outfits in newborn size, only it feels like I am chasing something I shouldn't be chasing. I can't keep my babies in the puppy and bunny outfits until they get to college, no matter how much I want to. My Lemonheads, they're growing, and it makes me both incredibly happy and inconsolably sad.
-H.
PS-Jeff's gone home (more on his visit shortly) and I've been dealing with the babies' colds. I owe a few emails and they're coming, I've just been snowed under, sorry!
PPS-am debating a haircut. Thoughts?
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Blame yourself
two words "Whale Song".
glad they are ok!
Me
Posted by: LarryConley at November 07, 2007 11:42 AM (XeT1I)
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Nora sounds alot like my daughter, very high maintainence. Now that I think about it probably alot like me. hmmmmm.
Colds are awful, actually any illness is awful. All you want is to make them feel better and you can't.
Oh and just to gross you out, I once sucked snot out of my daughter nose because she was having trouble breathing and the little rubber bulb wouldn't fix it. The things you do when you panic.
They are both gorgeous.
Posted by: Veronica at November 07, 2007 12:07 PM (q/WBZ)
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I think that Nora lived here for a time.
My youngest used to do what we came to call the Nightly Fuss. At about 6 months old she would start to cry around 8:30pm. Nothing would console her. The cry would work it's way up to a full blown screaming fit. Her face would turn a slightly magenta hue and she would flail around as she broke out in a sweat from the effort of the fuss.
After 10-15 minutes she would suddenly stop, stick her thumb in her mouth, and go to sleep.
This went on for about 3 months.
Needless to say the first couple of nights we were frantic. Since we had an older child we thought we knew what we were doing. When none of the usual tricks worked we got scared, but she always seemed to go to sleep just before we were going to call 911. After a few days we realized this was just her way of doing things.
PS: The haircut? Do whatever you want. I mean, just look at those babies! You've earned it babe.
Posted by: ~Easy at November 07, 2007 12:22 PM (WdRDV)
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Not to give assvice, but when the screaming starts, have you tried some hybrid of that Happiest Baby on the Block stuff? The swaddle, swinging in your arms and shhhhh-ing loudly in her ear? Most moms who have used it swear by it. We never had luck with swaddling because she wouldn't tolerate not having access to her hands, but the shhhhh-ing (much louder than you think is nice) in Bridget's ear seemed to work a lot of the times. Still does, actually, if she is inconsolable. Just a thought. I hope that she does break herself of the screaming soon. We now have toddler screaming (I have a toddler?!) and it's ear shattering.
Posted by: donna at November 07, 2007 01:01 PM (Kco5r)
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My son used to work himself into a frenzy, at which point no one could calm him down. He would scream and cry for hours, exhausting both himself and us. One day, at wit's end, I started singing to him while I held and attempted to comfort him. He screamed for about 15 seconds, took a deep breath to scream some more, and then he kind of looked at me with curiosity. He cried for another 30 seconds or so and then stared at me with his eyes full of wonder at the sounds emanating from my mouth. I sang John Denver songs to him- hey, sue me for my musical tastes- for about 10 minutes. During the entire time he looked at me quietly while his eyes gradually closed. Once he fell asleep, I placed him into the crib and then high-fived my wife. After that, I was given son quieting duties which, I must admit, I still love to this day.
For the record, I tried the same thing on my daughter when she was a few months old. I sang for about 10 seconds before she reached up her tiny hand and placed it onto my mouth to make me stop.
Posted by: physics geek at November 07, 2007 01:11 PM (MT22W)
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They are getting so big.. they are adorable!! Haircut.. I just got one and I love it! I say GO FOR IT!!!
Posted by: Tracey at November 07, 2007 01:33 PM (jgdKP)
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We've tried singing (then again, we both have horrible singing voices). The "shh, shh" works, but only up to a point - it delays the screaming, rather than cures it. She gets herself well worked up, so no rocking, holding, patting of the back, nothing. Nothing works.
I'm truly hoping she outgrows this.
Posted by: Helen at November 07, 2007 01:34 PM (b7MSm)
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Haircut? Yes! I vote for anything that makes you feel good about yourself or pampered in even the tiniest way! Plus, your hair gets so gorgeously bouncy when shorter!
Posted by: BeachGirl at November 07, 2007 01:46 PM (RgeoX)
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Holy crap those are some cute babies!!
Posted by: Laura at November 07, 2007 01:57 PM (FFBkP)
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They are doing JUST FINE. I could do a whole tirade about "catching up" (as could every micropreemie parent) but I'd wager that the guess of 6 - 12 months is VERY conservative, and you'll start seeing them hit milestones "on time" (I'm pushing the rant back down, it really wants to come out...) pretty quickly.
I hear ya on the screaming, too. There was one evening when I paced and sang with Shoshanna for something like four hours before she cried herself out (with a relatively limited pacing range due to the O2 tube). Here's a dumb question: have you tried running the vacuum cleaner? I have heard zillions of people swear that the white noise and repetitive motion of holding the baby while vacuuming helps. (We never tried it because we were over the colicky screaming before we were off of O2 and vacuuming up medical equipment didn't seem like fun to us.)
Posted by: Sarah at November 07, 2007 02:04 PM (I5n47)
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At my sister's house it was called "the blue bulb of torture." I hated with a passion the few times I had to use it.
Glad to hear everything is moving along. They are both such cuties!
Posted by: sophie at November 07, 2007 02:21 PM (0mGiH)
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Hey - A couple of thoughts
- My Lilly has been sick twice now in her nearly four months of life. I've found the nose bulb is not necessary if I take her in the bathroom with me and lay her in a bouncy chair while I'm showering and turn the shower on very hot. The steam gets her all lubed up and sometimes they come out far enough that I can wipe them away. (I know gross - but this is what it has come to - aaahhh motherhood)
- Haircut? Most definitely, you need wash and wear, no blowdryers! You have no time! I got mine cut immediately after she was born because I read that if you cut your hair while pregnant you run the risk of looking like a giant bowling ball with a pin head. Plus - go for ten inches and donate it! You're pregnancy hair is healthy as all get out and could be quite the treat for some woman needing a new wig.
Posted by: suz at November 07, 2007 03:46 PM (GhfSh)
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I love your hair, but wash n wear is a good thing. Also something you can keep away from tiny hands in the coming months is a good idea.
Poor babies (and poor you and A!). Hope the cold passes quickly!
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 07, 2007 04:18 PM (/vgMZ)
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!!11!!!!BABIES!!11!!!!!
Beautiful!
Haircut: No. (hey you asked! heh)
Posted by: The other Amber at November 07, 2007 04:26 PM (zQE5D)
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Love those outfits-will keep an eye out for them at Target.
Hope you are all feeling better soon-cold season sucks, and I think the only drawback of having fall babies. Too cold to bring them out to get fresh air just when germs seem to be multiplying everywhere.
My Veronica was and still is very, very high maintenance. On the upside, she is also very gifted academically, and very articulate and expressive.
The haircut? Go for it I say-hair grows back, so nothing is permenant.
Posted by: Teresa at November 07, 2007 04:27 PM (XXpsl)
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Is it wrong that I totally just thought you should get Nick into the bunny outfit at Christmas, so you can have your very own
A Christmas Story moment?
And as for the haircut, when you posted that montage for Angus not to long ago, there was a pic of you with short hair and I thought, "Damn! I forgot how totally cute she looked with her short hair!" So I'm all for a hair cut.
Posted by: amy t. at November 07, 2007 04:44 PM (3dOTd)
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As you very well know, my Babylove was exactly the same - four weeks early and removed from the window just as he was figuring out where the door was.
Please ease your mind about the developmental thing: they (and he, especially, as Nick is smaller right now) will AMAZE you with their growing ability. They will catch up in EVERY way more quickly than you think. Honest and truly.
Haircut? I did at about this time becuase I was tired of haiving it drag about in the baby face and I tied it up and it would fall out and I was just too frustrated with everything else, so I went and had my hair bobbed. And it grows out, too. Heh.
Nora will learn your rhythms. Right now? She only feels the gas (or hunger or whatever) and she's VERY in tune with what's going on inside her little body. Your "schedule" be damned.
Everything is going so well, I PROMISE you that you will look at pictures of these tiny little people in a years' time and BE GOBSMACKED at how tiny they were. Really you will.
Love you longtime,
Posted by: Margi at November 07, 2007 04:55 PM (wSEpS)
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From my experience with the 20 and 17 year olds: white noise is your friend. Blowdryers, vacuums and television stations tuned to the wrong channel make enough noise to help. They now even have "noise" machines on the market with the sounds of bubbly brooks and such.
Buy one. White noise helps with the colic like you cannot believe.
Posted by: Margi at November 07, 2007 05:00 PM (wSEpS)
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I just cut my hair and I feel great!
Posted by: Jen(aside) at November 07, 2007 05:15 PM (9qHb8)
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I say go ahead and cut. As the twins figure out the reach and grab, you'll be glad there isn't as much there for them to pull.
My niece, bless her heart, will pull, hard and at will. My brother's beard, my hair or the hoodie string hanging within her reach.
Plus, you looked hot with your shorter hair!
Posted by: Angela at November 07, 2007 06:04 PM (DGWM7)
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You still have a little time before they start grabbing your hair with any purpose, but I did it, and now I want it long again. Although, it looks better curly now.
I love the fuck off look on Nora's face. Haha.
Posted by: statia at November 07, 2007 06:30 PM (lHsKN)
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They are so very cute! Do whatever makes you happy with the hair. Even 2 inches off can feel great.
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Posted by: sue at November 07, 2007 10:52 PM (WbfZD)
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The pics are terrific; they look cuter than ever! My grandbaby (boy-girl) twins caught up very quickly and then surpassed everyone else, so you might be surprised how easily they catch up to their peers.
Posted by: kenju at November 07, 2007 11:56 PM (TiGru)
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OMG...they grew into their little wrinkles, they look fabulous!
Sure, why not, get a haircut if that is what you are up for, you deserve a lot of pampering and if a haircut is what you want, have it! Something sassy!! :-)
Posted by: Steff at November 08, 2007 01:29 AM (3A5Oz)
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They are absolutely gorgeous. Definitely fitting into those onesies a lot more now. It is such an indescribable feeling being able to watch babies' personalities develop. It seems that you may have a laid back boy, and a opinionated girl on your hands so far
I hope they feel better, it is really hard watching children while they are not feeling well, you want to do all you can to take away their discomfort.
Posted by: Liv at November 08, 2007 02:27 AM (G6ihV)
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OK- totally off topic, but I am watching the San Jose Sharks play the Dallas Stars on TV and I always think of you when we play the Stars. Mike Modano just scored 2 goals to become the highest scoring American born hockey player. Thought you might be interested, even though you are a bit removed from hockey and you sold your gear.
Also? The white noise? Very effective. And the commenter that said to do it louder than you would think is pleasant is correct as well. The babies have been inside of you, where it is VERY noisy. Your heart was sloshing and swishing constantly, then you intestines were making their own noise. Add in breathing (LOUD from the inside), talking, drinking, swallowing, etc., and those two were surrounded with noise. Any time there is a baby in the ultrasound room, they always quiet down when I turn on the Doppler.
Your little ones are extremely adorable, and I am very happy for you.
Posted by: jen-again at November 08, 2007 04:41 AM (fpBSq)
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Isn't it amazing how quickly they grow and change? Remarkable. I also agree with the white noise louder than you think would be pleasant - might be a godsend when you need to drown out hammers and drills and such. The haircut sounds like a good idea too and donating it would be just the thing if you can do it. A new you for the new moment; hair grows and moments pass.
You're gorgeous with long and short hair both so something easy care and sassy is just the ticket.
Hang in there! Try to remember (not trying to imply you don't know this) that even though it may seem to drag on forever, each of these phases passes so quickly that in retrospect that you'll be glad to have a written reference to help you recall what happened when. Time truly does fly, all the more so once you have kids to watch go through phases of development.
Posted by: Lisa at November 08, 2007 06:30 AM (EcHBm)
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Haircuts. Hair grows. ;-) I did the contemplated a haircut thing when one of my babies was about the same age as yours are now. We still have a picture of it. Cracks us up. I went SHORT. Its the picture on my driver's license. When people ask about it now I say, 'Hormone Haircut'. Most women nod and understand. Heh!
Do it. It grows. Have fun.
Posted by: Bou at November 10, 2007 04:36 AM (fGpp7)
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I was tickled to find out that The Great Target has a line of baby clothes called Nick and Nora. My sis has a few of them herself.
Posted by: Robert at November 11, 2007 08:02 AM (EI6+F)
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November 05, 2007
Back in the Saddle Again
SEX.
(Bet that got your attention, yes?)
You probably expected to check in on this site and read about either
A) me feeling mental
or
B) me gushing about babies
and both are still correct, but I have other things going on as well.
Angus and I are a very affectionate couple in the bedroom and always have been (not so much with the public displays of affection though. We're not big hand-holders really). While I wouldn't say that sex was the cornerstone of our relationship, I will say that it is one of the substances used in the walls of our home (or some other building-related metaphor that implies "integral part of daily life". I'm a little tired, so my metaphor skills are a bit off just now. You can make the leap there, I'm sure you can.) It's one of the areas of our life where we are open and honest and have always tried to be ourselves in.
Enter that time in a woman's life where the sex life pretty much goes out the window for a short while.
I was one of those pregnant women that was always in the mood. Always. From the first trimester to the last, I was up for it. The problem was as I grew our options shrunk. Once my stomach got really large, not only was it physically impossible to do nearly every position, but if you so much as squeezed my stomach just a little I would be riding the Vomit Coaster. Our sex life was reduced to one position and due to the hormones taking control of various factors of my body, we really couldn't go for very long.
Cue exit of stomach tenants, and a reassessment was needed.
After a C-section we were advised to abstain from the monkey bars for 3 weeks. I did ask the midwife about this, and consequently got the questions about birth control, as just after giving birth women are at their most fertile. I told the midwife birth control wasn't a problem. She persisted. I grinned and explained that unless I checked my driver's license and it suddently said "Last name: Mary, First name: Virgin" then it wasn't a problem, and I held up one of my little IVF babies and explained why I wasn't worried. We got the all-clear at the 3 week mark.
So 3 weeks then. It was the longest we had been without touching each other in that way since we got together. We had last bumped uglies on the morning of the 2nd of October, the day before the babies arrived.
(What? It's not like we knew they were coming within 36 hours when we went for it that morning. Like I said, I was one of those very-on pregnant women. That, and I knew that sex could trigger labor, and I was in such bad shape I was willing to take those odds.)
So when we hit 3 weeks to the day since my Cesaerean, we got back in the saddle again.
I have to confess - I was pretty nervous. What if it didn't feel the same? I know the babies had come out via the sunroof, but still-could something have changed? Would it feel like it always had? Would he mind the fact that I still had to wear a sports bra, lest I lactate all over him? And what about my body?
Ah yes, my body. My body, my body, my bane of my existence. For my entire life I've been at war with how I look. Too fat, too round, too tall, too long legs, too round face...I have an arsenal of criticisms waiting for me.
Until now.
This is going to sound very, very strange, but here it is - I may be depressed. I may be upset. I may not be myself. But I am suddently very happy with how I look. In fact, I'll be honest...for the first time in my entire life, I fucking love my body.
Before you send me hate mail about how full of myself I am, hear me out. As I've been clear about on this site, in terms of abusing me no one holds a candle to myself as the Key Tearer Down of Helen's Self-Esteem. I can break me down in ways you couldn't imagine. When I was pregnant, as I simply grew and grew and grew, I didn't tear myself apart as I knew the growing, it was for a reason.
But suddenly, while pregnant, I perused a few older photos of myself and thought: Why was I so hard on myself? What did I have to hate myself so much about, I looked fine? Angus was always saying how much he loved my body, what did I have against loving myself?
And a part of me knew then what I should've known all along - you can be happy with yourself if you only try.
Now that the babies are evicted, I look at my body all the time. I have managed to lose the baby weight and then some - I weigh less than I did before I got pregnant. I think this is what feeling low and having twins will do for you - the babies took most of the weight and running around trying to run a household and manage two babies has taken the rest. All of my old clothes fit. My body has clearly been impacted - I have a very long C-section scar that is still sensitive, and it runs from mid-thigh to mid-thigh on my lower stomach. My navel is stretched to hell, that funny navel ring scar that appeared during pregnancy is now a permanent feature, and I have a prominent linea negra running down the lower part of my stomach. I clearly have some sit-ups in my future (not for a while though) as the skin is thick and slightly loose. Standing up my stomach is not so bad looking, but when I kneel down I look like I'm made of melting silly putty, as the stretched out skin heads south.
I have never in my life loved how I look.
Until now.
Now I love my very imperfect body and luckily for me Angus loves my sagging-stomached body too. I may look great only to him and I, but that's ok with me and I will never take my shape for granted again. I'll take my silly putty stomach any day, and I think I look fantastic, much better than I ever have, much better than I deserve. I feel very proud of how I've changed throughout this entire year and a part of me hopes that the linea negra never leaves so that I can have a reminder of this part of my life.
So when week 3 approached and the OK for nocturnal naughtiness was given, we took them up on it. And we have been doing so ever since, amazed that we can get so close again when for months we were so far away. I was worried that pregnancy might affect this part of my life, maybe all women worry about that. But nothing has changed, unless you count how it's actually gotten better. Maybe it's my self-confidence making me enjoy it more, maybe it's that we're aging like fine wines, or fuckit, maybe it's just because it's good, I dunno. All I know is that I'm glad this part of my life is back again.
The funny thing is it really is just like dusting off your shins, picking up the fallen ten speed, and getting your feet back on the pedals.
-H.
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I am SO happy for you. Because of your nifty new body self-image and the fact that you got to do some rumpy-pumpy, both. Heh.
Enjoy. And carry on!
Right now we're at 14 days um...yanno, not "doing it"; due to my periods being insanely long one month, non-existent the next, argh. This has been a 14 day period. *14 days*
14!!!!
I mean, Dan got attended to, because that part can be done, but me? Nada. Zip. God I miss it. The intimacy of our bodies joined, the closeness, the hawtness, omg...*digs nails into palm of hands and looks a bit wild-eyed* But there is a light at the end of the tunnel, I believe, I think it's finally stopping today, so wish us luck!
So happy for you two.
Posted by: The other Amber at November 05, 2007 02:57 PM (zQE5D)
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Hurray! I am so happy for you and finally recognizing what we all know, you have a fantastic body in which people would die for! And I think it's cool that you are still hot for each other! Having been married 23 years not so much for me, the hotness still there, the wanting sex all the time, not so much
Take care!
Posted by: Cheryl at November 05, 2007 03:08 PM (n3lCA)
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Woo Hoo! I have to say that sex has been better than ever since we had Bridget. I don't meant to share too much but I think stretching things a bit was helpful.
I know sex is not a cure-all in a relationship, but it always amazes me how even when you are pissed beyond belief at the other person, just going ahead and having sex can do so much to bring you closer and open up communication.
Good for you guys!
Posted by: donna at November 05, 2007 03:20 PM (Kco5r)
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Yeah-once you learn how to ride a bike you never forget.
It is funny how we feel about ourselves as we age. I was just reading an interview with Annie Lennox, and what she said completely made sense. They asked her how she felt about being in her 50's, and she said it really didn't bother her, because the older she gets the more she accepts herself. Sure, she said, it would be nice to have the smoothness of young skin and all that-but when most women are teens and they are fresh-faced and supple, that is when they are finding every flaw and imperfection with themselves, when they are at war the most with their body. So it all pans out anyway.
Besides, you've realized (twice over) what amazing things your body can do.
Posted by: Teresa at November 05, 2007 04:44 PM (xTu8h)
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It's nice when you're finally happy within your own skin. Smart girl, it took me until I was 40 to feel that way!
Posted by: Margi at November 05, 2007 04:57 PM (wSEpS)
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I really honestly and truly needed to read this, today....thanks...:*)
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Posted by: kenju at November 05, 2007 05:16 PM (TiGru)
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I think when you realize the awesome capabilities of your body and what it can actually do when you think it can do no more, you realize what a precious gift it is and learn to appreciate it that much more.
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Posted by: sue at November 05, 2007 07:13 PM (WbfZD)
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Yeah for you!!
Now, can I be completely rude and ask what that one position was? Cause I'm a week from my due date and would really like a little s-e-x, but it can't involve touching my stomach!
Posted by: Kristine at November 05, 2007 08:02 PM (E145E)
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I wasn't happy in my skin until after my daughter was born, now I am pleased with the way I look, all the time. I have stopped picking on myself.
Ahhh babies, gotta love them and they way they change us. Glad you are back in the swing of things
Posted by: Veronica at November 05, 2007 11:19 PM (OSjmv)
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Nothing like little (or a lot) of sex to bring you out of a depression (or at least temporarily) After my son was born I didn't want to be touched. That lasted for years. I am glad that it is not a problem with you.
Posted by: Lukie at November 06, 2007 01:58 AM (WXIEq)
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Good on you!
Learning that you are beautiful is a wonderful feeling, once you get it, you wonder why you ever wondered. I didn't have it nearly as bad as you, merely a case of "what do they see in me?" but when I finally believed that someone could find me beautiful, it was a wonderful thing.
So I'm very glad you got it, and you got it stronger 'cause you came back from farther. This is Good.
Posted by: B. Durbin at November 06, 2007 03:15 AM (tie24)
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I go away for a couple of years, you have kids in the mean time, and what do I come back to? A post about sex.
Figures. :-)
Anyway, congratulations to you guys, for the double cuteness, the revitalized sex life, and the new outlook on your beauty.
Posted by: Gudy at November 06, 2007 10:18 AM (wrzmk)
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::sigh::
Oh sure just go ahead and get laid.... NOW I have to send back the New Orleans Marching Band
, The three Japanese fellows who do drums at Epcott, and the Scottish highlanders (who were REALLy hoping to try out their version of Yankee
Rose (DLR)....
Meanie..
thinking only of your own (and your partners) pleasure.. and nothing of THEATER!!
Glad your back riding the bull
Hope you two take great pleasure in your dampened Sheets, rugs, towels, tableclothes, lawn furniture, Curtains, wallpaper, hardwood floors, and anywhere else you can steal a bit of one of the things that makes life worth living (but don't get greedy you have 2+2 of the other reason +1 of the third... and several of the other...)
Posted by: LarryConley at November 06, 2007 12:13 PM (Lf2hL)
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Yay! Good thing to know that all the parts still work together.
Also, so glad to hear that you are liking what you see when you look at yourself. It's a good place to be.
Posted by: sophie at November 06, 2007 01:08 PM (AY+fk)
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I am so glad you have this outlook on yourself. That you feel beautiful. Having children is a beautiful thing in many different ways. It changes a person emotionally, which changes how they act and the aura they give.
I am also glad your finding those pedals again
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November 02, 2007
A Couple of White Helens, Sitting Around Talking
A group of people, lounging around on a worn out purple velveteen couch, suddenly stop talking.
"Hey, uh, anyone seen Helen?" asks one particularly brash character.
"Last time I saw her was 9 am, and she was popping herbal tranquilizers again," replies one of them in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Oooh, I love those," interjects one of them, an airy-fairy creature known as Helen Hippy. "They work so well. Takes all of your stresses, anxiety, and anger away."
"Yeah." adds Practical Helen. "As long as you don't mind taking drugs to clear your head, then sure. Whatever works."
"But she spends her days in her pajamas," Helen Hippy says nervously, biting her lower lip. "I'm sure that having babies is sending her downhill."
"You're such a fucking pillock," replies Helen the Volatile. "She wore her pajamas every day before the babies were born."
"There's no need to come at me with such negative energy," Helen Hippy says pertly. "I'm only stating that she is in a depression for the past few weeks, that's all."
"The health visitor did say that Helen is suffering from Postnatal Depression," Practical Helen points out. "They'll keep her under observation, then potentially she'll start psychotherapy and anti-depressants in the next few weeks."
"Oh Christ, not another psychotherapist. She's just done all that! Why do it again?" moans Helen the Volatile. "We've chucked thousands of pounds at psychotherapists just to what? Do it all over again?"
"Different problems need different analysis," Practical Helen replies.
"She really needs to get to the source of her troubles," Helen Hippy says, stirring the air with a sparkly pink wand. "As a person, she'll be limited in her development until she can reach her inner child."
"God you're annoying," Helen the Volatile spits.
"Actually, I have to agree. You're pretty annoying," Practical Helen validates.
Helen Hippy sighs and looks at the quiet figure on her left. "Don't you have anything to add, Little Helen?"
Little Helen looks at the people on the couches, discussing Helen's psyche. "Not really. I'm feeling pretty quiet. This morning I watched as Helen went into the babies' room and fed them and just stared out the window. She's feeling pretty overwhelmed these days, and doesn't know how to talk about anything."
Helen Hippy sighs again. "Maybe she needs a nice concoction of wormwood."
"You wanna serve her absynthe, think that'll solve her problems?" Helen the Volatile asks, eyebrows shooting into her hairline.
"Well it's better than anything you've come up with!" shouts Helen Hippy, finally losing her cool. "All you do is shoot all the ideas down, for Chrissakes!"
"I have laundry to do," worries Practical Helen.
"You're always doing fucking laundry," Helen the Volatile shoots back.
"There's a lot to do when you have 4 kids in the house," replies Practical Helen.
"What happened to Careerwoman Helen, she surely would have something to say about all this," wonders Helen the Volatile.
"She buggered off right about the time the twins arrived. Haven't seen her since," replies Practical Helen, biting into an orange.
"Helen's losing her way," Helen Hippy says sadly.
"She's fucking mental," Helen the Volatile agrees.
"I need to do the dishes," Practical Helen says, frowning.
"But she loves her babies," Little Helen says softly. "She really does."
The others look at her. "We know that. It's just she's not herself," replies Helen the Volatile.
They sit there in silence.
A door opens. "I'm not disassociating, you know," comes Helen's voice. "I don't do that anymore. I'm just a bit disjointed. I can't seem to get out of my head."
"You're crazy," Helen the Volatile shouts out. "We saw you this morning, sitting there in the twins' room, feeding them and staring out of the window. You looked fucking nuts, babe."
"I know. I just couldn't take the household for a minute. Melissa and Jeff were playing with the dog, MTV was blaring, people were shouting, things were happening, and I just couldn't cope." came Helen's voice. "I don't know how to handle things right now. Even talking to the health visitor was hard, and I shouldn't find that kind of thing hard."
The Helens sit there in silence.
Then, the sound of a baby crying comes in.
"Nora's screaming," says Practical Helen.
"Master of the Fucking Obvious," replies Helen the Volatile, rolling her eyes. "Nora's been screaming for days."
Helen's voice comes in again. "It's ok. I don't mind. I'll go see to her. I'll see you guys later, we'll try to work this out."
And Helen goes again, as she has been for some time now.
-H.
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Believe it or not, you really DO have a good handle on things.
Great post.
Posted by: ~Easy at November 02, 2007 12:40 PM (IVGWz)
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Housekeeping with four children around, including caring for newborn twins and a couple of step-teens IS hard. Doing this while still struggling with the aftermaths of a difficult pregnancy and a c-section doesn´t make it any easier.
But it will be better. Accept every single shred of help you can get. There´s nothing wrong with that.
Posted by: Lily at November 02, 2007 01:01 PM (Y8m4l)
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Hoping things get better for you soon.
Posted by: oddybobo at November 02, 2007 01:03 PM (mZfwW)
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I agree with Easy-you are handling things much better than a lot of moms that I have seen, including myself. And I only had a singleton.
Hang in there, and I know I sound like a broken record, but things will smooth out.
pssst-glad you talked to the health visitor too; I know how difficult it can be to even talk about it, so yeah, I am proud of you.
Posted by: Teresa at November 02, 2007 01:14 PM (njUvU)
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Honey, I know. I felt something very similar but I think on a smaller scale as there was only one screaming kid in my house, not two plus two teens. I promise you will feel like you again and it won't always be so overwhelming.
I am so so so proud of you for reaching out and getting help. Talk therapy, meds, whatever you need to get through this so you can deal. It will get better. I promise you it will. If I were closer I'd totally be there doing your laundry and cooking you mac and cheese and feeding twins while you rested with your feet up.
Just remember you are not Wonder Woman and there is no shame in needing help or letting the laundry go undone for a few days. Or make Jeff and Melissa do it while they watch their MTV. But if you need to sneak off and stare out a window for a while to get some peace and quiet, that's ok too.
In short, do what YOU gotta do. Love you.
Posted by: donna at November 02, 2007 01:19 PM (Kco5r)
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I had a hard enough time with one baby at a time I have no idea how you have actually gotten this far, you are still absolutely amazing!!
Once everyone gets back to their normal routine I hope you and the twins will be able to develop your own then it wont be nearly as hard.
Posted by: Steff at November 02, 2007 01:34 PM (5Ox1+)
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Ditto ~Easy & Donna.
I would think neeeding a little quiet time for yourself to think (especially with tweens and newborn twins in the house) is normal. Take a deep deep breath, or a hundred.
Thinking of you.
Posted by: Angela at November 02, 2007 01:36 PM (DGWM7)
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What everyone else said. Not too sounds too cliche-y, but God won't give you anything you can't handle. You're doing a great job! Lots of hugs to you and the babies.
Posted by: Amanda at November 02, 2007 01:40 PM (ay+rD)
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Sending you virtual hugs today and prayers everyday. You are an amazing woman who is handing things well for so much happening at once. Keep your chin up.
Posted by: Cori at November 02, 2007 01:50 PM (wGDlm)
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I haven't read any other comments yet so I hope I don't just duplicate something someone posted while I was reading. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when you mentioned just sitting in the room with the babies staring out the window. This is the down-time, alone time, time-out, whatever you want to call it, that I referred to in a comment on an earlier post. This is not only
NOT you going mental, this is you instinctively doing the absolute most right thing at the moment. Honest. Taking time to do absolutely nothing but to hold babies and stare out the window is a
perfectly normal and necessary thing to do! Please do it as often as possible.
Also, I love the way you write when you're working things out.
Ah, who'm I kidding? I just love the way you write. I'll quit before I sound like I'm gushing, but you hang in there! I'm glad to see a post from you; I was worried.
Posted by: Lisa at November 02, 2007 01:59 PM (EcHBm)
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Oh... I hope that didn't sound like I was saying you are not experiencing depression. I would never ever do that. I think the way you approach things head-on and handle them is incredible and proves you're strong and aware of yourself. I don't think I was quite finished with that comment when I posted it and should have spent more time previewing and editing. :-/
Posted by: Lisa at November 02, 2007 02:06 PM (EcHBm)
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Hugs and love, Helen, I send you lots of both. I just wish I could come and help you look after the household.
I honestly don't know what else to say but I'll keep you in my thoughts and send love across the miles to you.
Posted by: Suzie at November 02, 2007 02:08 PM (weSjv)
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I dunno. You sound pretty normal for a new mother of twins: tired, anxious, full of love and wonder at the people entirely dependent on you, and just wondering how it will all work out. Well, I have faith in you. Your children are luck to have you.
Posted by: physics geek at November 02, 2007 03:02 PM (MT22W)
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i wish i could send you someone to help around the house and take a bit of the load off of you.
instead, i send hugs and much love, because i don't know what will help. thinking of you, kiddo. :*
Posted by: becky at November 02, 2007 03:19 PM (jv5jW)
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Just laundering clothes for 2 kids is enough to make me wish I had a spring that spewed an endless amount of Tide in my laundry room. My confession is that I use that time in the basement with the washer and the dryer as quiet time away from it all.
I don't know how you've been able to do it with what seems like a constant stream of visitors and caring after twins. I think, from what I've read, that you're handling things pretty well. It's not easy admitting you might need help - it's like trying to get someone in there to help you juggle all of the balls when you've been determined to learn how to juggle them all.
*hug* Much love.
Posted by: Michele at November 02, 2007 03:19 PM (h1vml)
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Life is so overwhelming sometimes. Just don't ever forget how much Nick and Nora mean to you, because that motivation can get you into the shower somedays. It makes you keep up when the whole world seems heavy. You're doing great, H...just keep going.
(And yes, I know Angus, Melissa, and Jeff mean enough to keep going to...just speaking from my own experience, those relationships are different.)
Posted by: Tracy at November 02, 2007 03:27 PM (zv3bS)
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I know this is lame and trite but it's just SO true:
This will pass. It may be rough and strange now at times but it's going to get easier and better. Hang on to that truth when you're feeling overwhelmed.
This isn't a static circumstance at
all.
Posted by: The other Amber at November 02, 2007 03:48 PM (zQE5D)
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Someone else already said it, but this too shall pass. I think it sounds like you are handling things well, even though it may not feel like it. This is really freaking hard thing you are doing - fittinng two babies into an established house, integrating them into the lives of their siblings and figuring out what kind of mom you are. It is only natural that it would be very difficult, H. Thinking good thoughts for you!
Posted by: Kimberly at November 02, 2007 04:10 PM (v57BG)
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I think that if you can *recognize* what's going on, you're halfway through it. And what everyone else said is true: you DO have a good handle on things and this WILL pass. And you'll look back and marvel at how you did it all. ! Srsly.
You are harder on yourself than anyone else. Breathe, baby. Just. Breathe.
Posted by: Margi at November 02, 2007 04:30 PM (wSEpS)
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you know what? take all the minutes you want to stare out the fucking window. I can't think of a more peaceful place to be than sitting next to those precious babies while they sleep.
Love you lots, babe. And you know I mean it.
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 02, 2007 06:30 PM (/vgMZ)
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Thank you for choosing to share your struggles with us. You articulate things so wonderfully, definitely why I find myself coming to your journal to read. There are some things that you seem to help me understand. Otherwise they would have been left in the haze that's in my head.
Posted by: Liv at November 02, 2007 07:18 PM (HPpbv)
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First of all, you are an amazing writer. And since I'm not, I can't articulate it better than that.
Secondly, I've been where you are. Almost. I didn't have two step kids in the house as well. And I was in that same place, living in my head, having a hard time getting out of it. Overwhelmed, scared, insecure, and so terribly in love with my twins. Every day will get easier. There will be good days, there will be bad days, but you will get through this.
It's so terribly hard at the beginning that one can prepare you for it. I never knew I could feel so disjointed in my life. It was like everything I knew and understand was blown out the window by these two miniscule beings coming into our world. Sometimes I wanted to rewind things and make life go back to what I understood and could handle. But that's not an option. So I pushed on, sometimes having fun, sometimes going through the motions.
You will get through this haze that is the first 3 months of motherhood. And while you are barely hanging on, know that there are so many people out here that support you. Feel free to lean on us at any given moment.
Hugs!
Posted by: Erica at November 02, 2007 08:53 PM (D6tE/)
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You are wonderful in so many ways. This just proves it. Give yourself some time to breathe... and getting help is hopefully going to be a good thing for you. We all want happiness for you.
Posted by: sue at November 02, 2007 09:56 PM (WbfZD)
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You are so creative! You are not losing it or anything if you can write like this! Time will cure it.
Posted by: kenju at November 02, 2007 10:41 PM (TiGru)
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Hang in there darling. With all you overcame to get to this point with the babies you will get thru this too.
Hugs!
Posted by: Christina at November 03, 2007 12:01 AM (cu+y1)
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Hopefully all these nice comments are making you feel a little better. Hang in there and know that you have several people praying for you. I really need to work with my family on an update prayer list.
Posted by: Lukie at November 03, 2007 03:18 PM (WXIEq)
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There are some things mothers don't tell other mothers b/c even if we did you just can't understand it until you are there.
I call it Day 21. Because on Day 21 I totally lost my shit - thought I couldn't handle it and that I wanted to run.
But as all of these smart people are telling you - it will pass. If you need medical intervention to get you there then by God do it.
Because Nick and Nora are now and even more in the future are going to become the most awesome thing you have ever experienced.
Take care woman - we are all rooting for you!
Posted by: Laura at November 04, 2007 01:57 AM (Tv+lu)
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((huggs))all the helens.
OWW!! godammit Volatile-Helen!!
why did you hit me in the eye??
now my wife is going to know I have been hugging strange women in the Internets!!! Shit! where is a steak??
Posted by: j.m at November 04, 2007 04:39 AM (8edqV)
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Helen,
I understand you and Angus being concerned about everything changing. In some respects I consider myself a massive under-achiever. I was in the top 5% of my senior high school class (out of 600) and graduated a good university with higher than a 3.1 gpa. I'm currently programming in an outdated language (RPG) in a dead-end job and have very little expectations placed on me professionally.
BUT that's just my job. As you surmised years ago, your job isn't you. It's what you do to support the family. My point is this, while children do rob us of a lot of freedom, money, and vacations, they bring us more joy than those other things ever could. It's all a matter of perspective. I know you & Angus love your children more than words can express, but that you're concerned that your lives (as you knew them) might be over.
I presume you don't care for my opinion much due to my Christian and conservative views and my VERY unpopular comment a couple of years ago but hope you'll at least hear me out on this one. We lose a lot when kids are born. Time, money, convenience, and freedom are the biggies. I felt like a big part of my life was over when Angel1 was born. I had just started getting my Masters & PhD in Computer Science and was forced to stop never to go back to it.
Would I do it again? Absolutely, and knowing what I know 13 years later, I'd do it with much greater joy. At the time I was losing my dream of being a teaching professor; now I see I was trading that for the greatest calling I could possibly have...being a good dad. The joy I've experienced the last 13 years with Angel1 & 2 and now Angel3 far outweighs anything a PhD and teaching could have brought me.
Kenny Chesnee wrote a song called "There Goes My Life". Here are the words, but the tune really enhances the lyrics. I highly encourage listening to it.
All he could think about was I'm too young for this.
Got my whole life ahead.
Hell I'm just a kid myself.
How'm I gonna raise one.
All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.
So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.
Oh well, those plans are long gone.
[Chorus:]
And he said,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
Might as well kiss it all good-bye.
There goes my life.......
A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.
That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.
Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl.
Momma's waiting to tuck her in,
As she fumbles up those stairs.
She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear.
Sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncin' curls.
[Chorus:]
He smiles.....
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you, daddy good-night.
There goes my life.
She had that Honda loaded down.
With Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American Express.
He checked the oil and slammed the hood, said you're good to go.
She hugged them both and headed off to the West Coast.
[Chorus:]
And he cried,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you.
Baby good-bye.
There goes my life.
There goes my life.
Baby good-bye.
I hope you'll pardon/forgive the long (possibly melodramatic) comment, but I've been wanting to encourage you and Angus in this. You guys may still go on vacations and stuff, but I think you'll find that your true joy will be coming from Nick, Nora, Jeff, & Melissa rather than vacations or other material stuff...and I think that's how it should be.
Posted by: Solomon at November 05, 2007 02:07 PM (x+GoF)
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