January 31, 2008
My Shameful Secret
The other night I was looking for some photos from my childhood that I had scanned, and thus I looked into a folder on the drive called "Scanned Photos" (seriously, my powers of deduction amaze me sometimes). Instead of my photos, I found some of Angus' scanned photos. I had expected to see photos of me in various states of hideous fashion homages to the eras, instead what I found was an explosion of the 80's.
The 80's were a time when I think it would've been great to be in your teens or early 20's. Must've been fantastic. The weirdness of the 60's were over, the strange groovy disco darkness and industrial action of the 70's had passed. The 80's were about being young, having money, and being irresponsible. Our kids, well, they'll be growing up recycling the air they breathe, the dirt they walk on, all with weird names like Scyelahr and Jaedeanene and shit like that. They're going to wish they had the 80's and its use of the word "entrepreneur".
The 80's in those pictures were immediately recognizable by the hair. You know - the hair. Throw a lit match into a room and the place would've gone up like a torch thanks to the vast amount of Aquanet in the room (and thanks for all that CFC action there, people.) The women had The Blush. You know the one, the one that looked like you had to stab a thick blush brush into a pot of orange rouge, then go up the cheek in one solid stripe until you hit the hairline? That Blush? Everyone was kneedeep in shoulder pads and the peasant look was hitting that group hard.
Good times, people, good times.
I think the 80's would've been great - sex, dancing, alcohol, money, and properly tragic clothing. I'm envious of Angus that he had that era. I had the 90's, and if claiming Vanilla Ice in my era isn't embarassing then I don't know what is (I do get a lot of mileage in pointing out that Angus got married in 1988, when I was just 14. That humors me somehow.)
But the 80's are spectacular for one important reason - their music kicked ass.
Honest.
See: Vanilla Ice if you don't believe me.
So to steal an idea from MsPruFrock I'm here to admit my shameful love of certain songs that I have on my iPod (all of mine from the 80's) and am not afraid to admit it*.
1) Always on My Mind - the Pet Shop Boys. Forget Elvis, man. This English group takes the song, buys it a drink, shags it, leaves a cheese sandwich on the nightstand and goes about its merry way.
2) Separate Lives - Phil Collins. Yes, that's right. The King of Smarm is on my list. Whenever I listen to this song I feel I should be flinging myself into someone's arms and begging them to remember the good days, when in reality what I usually do is open another can of Diet Coke.
3) House of Fun - Madness. Whenever I hear this song I immediately start jumping around like a Charlie Brown character. I know I can't dance and I'm ok with that. This song helps me believe that no one else can dance, either. I also love their other song Our House, which is forever intermingled with the frat boys singing "Our house...our house is burning down. Our house..." from Revenge of the Nerds because I think I watched that film 100 million times.
4) Tainted Love - Soft Cell. Of course I went there. Everyone goes there.
5) More Than This - Roxy Music. Even though today I kinda' hate Bryan Ferry and his pro-hunting stance, I fucking love this song. It should be danced to with lots of candles and a bottle of red wine, but I've never done that because really, think about the mess.
6) True - Spandau Ballet. Thank you, Sixteen Candles. Ahhh ha ha HAAAAA HAAAAA!
7) Down Under - Men at Work. The only song I know incorporating the words "vegemite sandwich". Don't tell me you didn't think they were cool as shit in their video.
We Belong - Pat Benetar. Doesn't it make you feel like you should be running underneath jumbo jets, the entire scene a bit orange and the wind all hot? No? It doesn't? Just me then.
9) Luka - Suzanne Vega. Yes. Just yes.
10) Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics. Annie Lennox is the coolest, even with The Hair. Not many people could shave themselves to look like a tennis ball, dye it bright red, and get away with it. She can.
11) Take on Me - A-Ha. I'll excuse the bad grammar just because I like shrieking at the top of my range with the guy in this song. I don't have a fucking clue what he's saying, I just like trying to make the dog bark. Plus the video! How cool was that? In the mirror are sketched people! Cutting edge at the time, man. Cutting edge.
12) Slave to Love - the evil Bryan Ferry again. This one is what Angus and I call "a bum clutcher", meaning if you danced to this one then you got to hold on to the other person's butt for a nice long song.
13) Every Breath You Take - The Police. I love The Police and I'm only moderately embarassed to admit that. I loved their song Russians as well, because I was nothing if not an idealist.
14) In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel. I love that man, I think he's fantastic, and naturally I loved the use of the song in Say Anything because it was a John Cusack film and if you read this blog you know my adoration of Le Cusack. Petey's aged and his music, it's a little out there now, but I think no one owned 80's music quite like he did.
15) 99 Luftballons - Nena. So groovy, even if most of us really never knew what she was singing. Still, very cool.
16) Rock Me, Amadeus - Falco. Forever associated with the film for me, I loved this song. I remember thinking it was edgy and different but let's be honest-when the guy is singing he sounds like he's choking. Plus once you hear it, this song will be on your mind for days on end, which is both a plus and a minus.
17) Africa - Toto. Admitting that one is pretty shameful, like admitting you used to wear jelly shoes and you liked it. But you had me at the lyrics: Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you/ Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do.
There are more, but I'll stop now. I've done enough damage.
You? What'd I miss? What horrors do I need to download?
-H
* online that is. In real life I'd never tell anyone I listened to these songs. Also I haven't yet admitted to you that of course I also have a whole lotta' Abba (Don't go wasting your emooooo-shunuuuuun! Lay all your love on me!) on the iPod because, well, I'm a bit shy.
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What can I say, I was there and I can sing all of those. I graduated in 1984 so my student years were accompanined by Human League, Pet Shop Boys, Fine Young Cannibals (You Drive Me Crazy) and the like.
I shall now go back down memory lane with a cup of tea.
Posted by: Caroline M at January 31, 2008 11:24 AM (x3QDi)
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Oh crap. I have all of those songs too, plus some cheesy shit from the '70's.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 31, 2008 12:16 PM (XD24A)
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I was 21 in 1988 and remember all of these and the videos. Tell me you have some Wham! Didn't everyone have Wham!?
Is it too embarassing to admit that my youngest boy's middle name is Amadeus, simply because of that song? Or that my oldest boy's middle name is Heyward, y'know because of Haircut 100? Especially as they were born in 1999 and 2003? What? Oh forget I said that then!
Posted by: Gill at January 31, 2008 01:02 PM (yTSfd)
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I have a friend with an internet show entitled "Guilty Pleasures." I like almost everything he plays and yes, he does have an 80s segment.
I loves me some 80s.
Incidentally, you didn't mention Duran Duran or Information Society or Depeche Mode, so they can go on your list too. If you like. And Erasure, who also have a
cover album of several Abba songs.
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 31, 2008 01:55 PM (tie24)
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I graduated high school in 84 and college in 88, so my entire secondary education was in the 80s. I love me some 80s.
A few more songs for anyone listening:
On The Turning Away - Pink Floyd. An incredibly weighty song.
The Southern Cross - Crosby, Stills, & Nash. My favorite secular song of all time. I think Young was in jail at the time.
Voices Carry - Til Tuesday. Everything about the video was cool.
Save It For Later - The English Beat. Not a super popular song, but still one of the best of the 80s.
And We Danced - The Hooters. I'm a Hooters addict even 20 years later. (no innuendos intended
These Dreams - Heart. Heart's album "Heart" may be my favorite album of all time.
King of Pain - The Police. The video for this was really cool too...singing in slow motion.
Blister in the Sun - Psychedelic Furs. I was ashamed to admit I liked them then; and I'm ashamed to admit I like them now. : )
Awesome God - Rich Mullins. This is one of the first contemporary Christian songs I know of that didn't sound like it was from the Pat Boone mold.
Time After Time - Cindy Lauper. It just hurts the heart to hear it.
I Know There's Something Going On - Frida Lyngstad (sp?) It's the only song I know from an ABBA member after they broke up. I think her real name is Anafrid Lyngstad.
Glory Days - Bruce Springsteen. Ironic, a song about people living in (or at least fixated on) the past comes up in a discussion focused on the past.
I could go on all day. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. If you go on to YouTube, a lot of the videos from the 80s have been uploaded. I've nearly worn out "Anything She Does" by Genesis. It's not their most well known song, but it's one of their best IMO. Thanks again Helen.
Posted by: Solomon at January 31, 2008 02:25 PM (al5Ou)
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Blister in the sun... I still listen and love that song.
I was a wee bit in the 80's, so those years mesh together for me. I do recall a "We didn't start the fire" song... was that the 80's?
Because of me, we have to play Trivia Pursuit, the 90's.
Posted by: Angela at January 31, 2008 03:30 PM (DGWM7)
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I was there with the big hair. Graduated high school in 1983. My first thoughts are "And She Was" Talking Heads, "Blister in the Sun" P Furs, "Shook me All Night" AC/DC, "Melt with You" Modern English. I'm afraid to admit that I do not have an iPod. That makes me very un-hip.
Posted by: sophie at January 31, 2008 04:12 PM (ZPzQL)
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Gill, I adore you.
YOU CANNOT DENY THE POWER OF WHAM!
And that Aha video STILL holds up, dude.
I have to recommend: Romeo Void--"Never Say Never"
Posted by: Ms. Pants at January 31, 2008 04:48 PM (+p4Zf)
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*cough*I have Careless Whisper on there too*cough*
Posted by: Helen at January 31, 2008 05:03 PM (ZDY2c)
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Some really good songs there!
Posted by: Jen(aside) at January 31, 2008 05:03 PM (UFabB)
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I am with ya on everything EXCEPT the stupid Luft Baloons song. I grew up in the 80's had the hair and the Gunny Sak dresses, orange blush and Siebaka shoes. Music will never be the same!
Posted by: Cheryl at January 31, 2008 05:32 PM (n3lCA)
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I thought Blister in the Sun was the Violent Femmes - No?
I was a pre-teen but I remember all of these songs. How bout Go West and anything by The Bangles.
Posted by: Kimmykins13 at January 31, 2008 06:02 PM (OKezc)
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While I don't do it in German, I rock the shit out of Nena at karaoke. And I've recently discovered that my voice was MADE for 80s music. Journey, Pat Benetar, Scandal... I will be Miss 80s Power Song, 2008. You know. As soon as they invent that award.
Posted by: amy t. at January 31, 2008 06:04 PM (3dOTd)
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I remember all those songs, those were the days. Have you considered "Shout" by Tears for Fears let alone all those great Madonna and Janet Jackson hits ?
Posted by: Ernie E at January 31, 2008 06:12 PM (RyVEh)
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People - "Blister in the Sun" is the Violent Femmes! Psychedelic Furs gave us "Pretty in Pink," another fabulous 80's song. Personal faves are The Cure "Just Like Heaven," Journey "Don't Stop Believing" and the ultimate slow-skate song of all time, "Total Eclipse of the Heart."
Sigh - if only I would have ever been asked to slow skate...
Posted by: Jeannine at January 31, 2008 06:24 PM (NzjX3)
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Oh well, Nena... A song about imperialism and stupid military, in a disco at top volume. She still tries to appear tragically naive, but doesn't quite succeed at forty-something.
But give me some Police, or the early Sting.Or Mr Mainstream aka Phil Collins and Against All Odds- I was 18 yo in 1981, and I remember them all.
And my first CD in 1989 (I think it was in 89...) Dire Straits' Brothers in Arms.
Thanks for the trip on memory lane :-)
Lily
Posted by: Lily at January 31, 2008 07:02 PM (lFw2G)
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I think the 80's would've been great - sex, dancing, alcohol, money, and properly tragic clothing.
As someone in her teens/early 20's in that era, I can tell you that one song for me epitomizes it all:
Glass Tiger - "Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone."
There was a club. . .eh. The 80's are a big old blur for me. I don't think I have a single surviving picture of that time. I'm thinking that's a VERY good thing. Mwheh.
Oddly, I'm not very nostalgic about 80's music. I can, however, discuss with frightening accuracy all of the 70's one-hit wonders and schlock music of the mid- to late-70's. I wax very nostalgic about ridiculous radio hits like "Chevy Van," something like your 80's thing.
Yeah, I know. Hah.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at January 31, 2008 07:08 PM (IYBY1)
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P.S. It's NOT 80's music but download Suzanne Vega singing "Caramel."
I guarantee you'll love it. Well, I do, at least.
Posted by: Margi at January 31, 2008 07:11 PM (IYBY1)
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Can I please add "The One Thing" by I.N.X.S? (stupid comment filter)
Kthksbai.
Posted by: Margi at January 31, 2008 07:17 PM (IYBY1)
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Was never a big Madonna fan, although I had her "True Blue" album because the cassette was the first see-through cassette I'd owned and it roooooooocked.
(The see-through cassette, that is, not her album).
Lily-love the summary of 99 Luftballons. Love it.
Also Jeannine? Slow skating? You're fabulous, not just for "Pretty in Pink" but because of the trip down the memory roller rink. No one ever asked me to slow skate either. *sigh*
Posted by: Helen at January 31, 2008 07:43 PM (ZDY2c)
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my fellow 80's sister...
in addition to everything else listed here... I now am singing She's a maniac, Maniac on the dance floor... That and the Man Eater song
Posted by: stinkerbell at January 31, 2008 08:46 PM (VJEl8)
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The Police; the Eurythmics, all great music.The Moody Blues fit in there somewhere.
The 80's also marked the onset of the Age of AIDS. And the end of the relaltivley carefree sport Fucking of the 60's and 70's. One did become concerned about herpes.
Do you think the music refected this change?
Posted by: Foggy at January 31, 2008 11:13 PM (Kq6pH)
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What, no Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
All of yours I love, as well as
Come on Eileen, Don't Stop Believin', Hello, No One is to Blame, Every Breath You Take, Shout, Beat It, Warrior, Only a Lad, I Wanna Be Sedated, Rock the Casbah, Rio, Veronica (where my daughter got her name), Don't Worry, Be Happy, Take My Breath Away, If You Don't Know Me by Now....sigh...I could go on and on like this all day. Give me Prince's
Purple Rain album and I am a happy girl indeed.
My one true shameful 80's pick though?
Pop Goes the World by Men Without Hats.
Shame, shame, shame. The truth is I am really a grunge girl at heart. Oh Nirvana, how I miss thee.
BTW, I never got asked to slow skate either-and yes, I am still a little bitter about that.
Posted by: Teresa at January 31, 2008 11:18 PM (E9iEg)
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Memories .... no, not the song. I mean really memories. I was a teenager / early 20's in the 80's and had the snood and fingerless gloves to prove it. All in daygo yellow - hm hm! I would def add 'Flashdance' to this ... love love loved it!! What a feeling ....
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Posted by: Mas at February 01, 2008 10:35 AM (UGBIN)
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LOL, Class of 85 here. Wow. I don't think anyone mentioned Red Skies at Night yet. Dang, I can't remember who sings it!hey It's early and I haven't had coffee yet, plus apparently I am old, very old now! Yeesh.
Posted by: justme at February 01, 2008 12:03 PM (rLKdp)
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oh and does every one remember the buttons. As many as you could get on your denim jacket??? I still have a ton of mine lol.
Posted by: justme at February 01, 2008 12:06 PM (rLKdp)
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My bad on "Blister in the Sun". Kimmykins13 was right, it was Violent Femms. Good thing I didn't have that question on a game show; I'd have been 100% certain it was Psycedelic Furs until I heard the correct answer.
Posted by: Solomon at February 01, 2008 01:48 PM (al5Ou)
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I was an 80's teen and 20-something - I love everyone's lists! you inspired me to watch Top Gun on tv last night...yes indeed, I had that Kelly McGillis hair...
Posted by: Suze at February 01, 2008 05:02 PM (+kr97)
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You mean you don't remember Duran Duran? Hungry Like The Wolf? I STILL love that song to this day.
My problem was that my closest friends tended to be unabashed heavy metalers. Y'know, Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Van Halen, Judas Priest, AC/DC, to name a few. Though I listened to a lot of that too I had to guard some of my more secret tastes. Remember, this was the time period in which you were defined by what you listened to and the wrong music in the wrong place would get your ass kicked. Yet my best buddy (and still is to this day) had a particularly shameful secret: despite his undying devotion to The Metal Gods, his guiltiest pleasure was Prince's When Doves Cry. (Steve, if you ever read this, sorry man.)
And Helen, please don't tell anyone, but I liked Spandau Ballet's True as well.
One final horror to add to the list: does anybody here remember ABC? The Look of Love?
Oh, the humanity!
Posted by: Diamond Dave at February 01, 2008 05:06 PM (ZDY2c)
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Well, I've been listening to Hall & Oats Greatest Hits in the Car along with the sound tracks from The Wedding Singer (which is all 80's, Culture Club, The Thompson Twins ect. ect.)
I start singing in the car....and hope that nobody is watching!
1988....was the year that I graduated...It's been 20 years and I still cant believe it.
Posted by: Heidi at February 01, 2008 06:34 PM (SlCUD)
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Grew up in the 80s - all the mentioned songs are fab and bring back so many memories. For some reason I now have Bonnie Tyler rolling around in my head - I Need a Hero and Total Eclipse of the Heart. (.....turn around bright eyes....)
Posted by: loribo at February 02, 2008 04:11 AM (MY7JG)
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Oh,
Tears For Fears.
I got to see them last year. It was definitely a case of "sing along"— even the songs from the recent album. I particularly recommend "Floating Down the River." It's not 80s, but it's happy fun and by TFF, so it sounds similar enough to slip by.
Posted by: B. Durbin at February 02, 2008 11:30 PM (tie24)
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For some reason I've been unable to get to your site for a while and have just spent about a half hour catching up. I have all of the songs mentioned in your post and in all the comments on my iPod, plus many more. I graduated in 82 and spent 3 nights a week for the next year at a dance club, the best year of my life!
Posted by: Donna at February 03, 2008 02:45 AM (lQSbL)
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Since I lived in a small Texas town, I did, however, drill a hole in my bedroom wall so I could wire my stereo up to the cable box, allowing me to listen to those forbidden Dallas rock stations instead of my local Christian, country stations. There's a reason why NE Texas is still called "Radio Wasteland."
I graduated from High School in 1986, and college in 1990. I went skating every Friday night and NEVER got asked to slow skate. When left to my own devices, I listened to heavy metal, hair metal mixed with shameful 80s pop that remains a guilty pleasure even today.
:shudder: I suppose I outed myself when I chose the nickname "Kyrie Eleison." Mister Mister, anyone?
Posted by: Kyrie Eleison at February 03, 2008 06:24 AM (1zzKR)
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I wrote a post about Nena and 99 Red Balloons once. You wouldn't believe the number of hits I get for "Nena hairy armpits"!
What about Bananarama, or Adam Ant?
I can't even remember the last time I went to a roller rink...
Posted by: Liza R at February 03, 2008 11:25 AM (m2Q5s)
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Oh my word....need hours to do this but in the nano second I have spare here's my 2 pennuth worth.
Rio - Duran Duran
Wham - Wake me up before you go go
Dont you want me baby - Human League
Posted by: Becks at February 03, 2008 02:38 PM (GLo1j)
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Oh yeah .... was there. With dayglo gloves listening to Wham .. with a snood too!! Arg! What about 'Flashdance' - what a feeling!! I so wanted to be a gorgeous, skinny, bsllet dancing welder too
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Posted by: Mas at February 03, 2008 05:33 PM (UGBIN)
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No. Don't be ashamed of any of those songs. Except maybe Spandeau Ballet. And I love that song, too, I just know when to be ashamed and when not to be and one should NEVER be ashamed of Madness or Phil Collins. But if you want to know the truth, I really, really miss the Funky Bunch sometimes.
Posted by: Bonnie at February 04, 2008 05:49 PM (5hnPX)
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...don't you forget about me.. i'll be alone, dancing you know it baby..
LOL this is so funny cuz I'm watching The Wedding Singer right now ..totally 80's music. love it!! I'm a serious 80's fan and love all the songs you listed ..and the ones in the comments too.. LOL I graduated in 1984, so I was all about the music and music and MTV..Boy George, Madonna, WHAM..not so much the fashion, I've never been a fashion follower and pretty much go my own way in that department.. I love all the 80's movies too..all the brat pack stuff and still watch them over and over. now you've got 80's songs stuck in my head and i'm off to Singsnap to do some serious 80's kareoke damage .. LOL
And we danced, like a wave on the ocean, romanced
We were liars in love and we danced..
Posted by: JaxVenus at February 05, 2008 09:14 AM (8rW15)
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OMG. Your iPod and my iPod were identical twins in the pod.
Posted by: Lori at February 05, 2008 11:30 PM (LibAD)
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January 30, 2008
This and That
Last night Angus and I sat down to watch a
Horizon episode about gravity. We like
Horizon.
Horizon is like the poor man's university. We like poor universities.
Anyway, about 20 minutes into the program, when the chappie who needs a haircut started to explain Einstein's space-time continuum concept, a little puff of smoke emitted from behind my eyeball as my brain blew a fuse trying to understand what he was talking about. I think particle physics is like cricket-you either understand it or you don't, and no amount of trying will get you to connect two schools of thought will succeed if there just isn't a bridge there to support it. Thus entered Helen into the familiar territory known as "Hey, I just don't understand this, so I'm going to start taking the piss".
Angus, who blew his own fuse a little while after I did, joined me.
Apparently Newton's theory of gravity isn't correct when it applies to space, because lots of scientists with too much time on their hands spent lots of time (40 years. Seriously, they've spent 40 years. Blows my already blown mind.) trying to determine the distance between the moon and earth. What they've found is that Newton's calculations on gravity are wrong - his formula causes you to miscalculate the roughly 250,000 miles between earth and the moon by 10 meters.
That's right.
The chap was wrong by 10 meters.
Cue much haranguing from Angus and I.
"What, he misplaced the moon by 10 meters? Pretty careless of him."
"He couldn't even get it right! Off by 10 meters? What a maroon."
The scientist then went to the Deep South in America to study gravity.
"They have gravity in the Deep South," I said thoughtfully. "You know, when you pull that broken down pickup off the cinder block? Yeah. The truck falls. That's gravity."
(A little secret about me - I was born in the Deep South. This, I feel, gives me the right to make fun of it, much like I make fun of most everything about me.)
But my new excuse for everything is going to be Einstein's space time theory. Apparently Einstein said the earth's mass warps the space time continuum, which thus throws everything off. That's going to be my excuse for all kinds of things. "Sorry I'm late, it's this damn space time continuum." "I would do it, but I feel really blue today thanks to the space time continuum." "I could garden, but the space time continuum is telling me to just sit here on the couch."
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I've decided that periods are actually a very good thing. This after a week of eating everything and anything that:
1) was a carb
2) resembled a carb
3) planned on being a carb
4) once touched a carb
5) was in a school play dressed as a carb and had the line "I provide your daily supply of starches!"
I've always been grateful for the blood flow, because it helps me instantly drop the fistful of dried pasta and Golden Grahams clasped in my grubby little hand, as suddenly I'm just not that bothered anymore.
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You've maybe noticed that on the top left hand side of my blog page (in case you haven't noticed I'll wait here while you scroll up. Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere. OK? Back now?) that I have ads. I know they're not beautiful. I know you probably ignore them. I feel a bit embarrassed to have them myself, but I am going to ask a favor.
As of March we have shocking expenses hitting us left and right (more on that later) for a long time to come. The belt tightening has already begun. I know a lot of bloggers have ads, some of them very altruistically, and I'm very happy to take the ad revenue that I may make and donate them to a good cause (gifts for folks, bottles of sympathy wine for those who need one) once the belt tightening has ended, but in the meantime believe it or not, I could use the extra income. I don't make a lot from the ads, it won't get me rich and I won't be able to quit my job and become a career blogger ( in fact, the ad revenue won't even keep the un-potty trained in this house in diapers for a fortnight) but every little bit helps.
You don't have to buy anything, all you have to do is click on the ads if you see one up there. Your bank details will not be sent to a cartel in Russia, you will not be inundated with online games, and you won't find your cursor has changed to a vibrating smiley face designed to send you into a seizure. But the clicks on the ads are tallied and stats sent to would-be advertisers who really would like to ensure their ad monies go to places where clickies will actually happen, so if you don't mind and if you have a spare clicking second, I'd really appreciate any help. I'm really sorry about it, too, and admit I feel embarassed to even ask you for this, but I'll be honest - we all have a price and my price is a few weeks worth of Pampers.
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Captain Constipation is still very much in place, although I have taken the lovely Martha's suggestion and I have my daily prune juice warmed up. I actually look forward to it, even. I like the taste.
It's official then. I'm an old person in the body of an almost 34 year old.
Next week: How to Cook With Cat Food and How to Tell Those Damn Kids to Turn Down Their Damn Music.
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I'm off to the health visitor tomorrow to talk very seriously about weight gain for the little people and about post-natal depression because sometimes even Warrior Goddesses can't get out of something without some help. I'll keep you posted.
-H.
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I clicked one for you.
As a long time SF reader, the whole Einstein thing is old news to me. The wife read about it recently and her eyes rolled back when I tried to explain it to her.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 30, 2008 12:45 PM (XD24A)
Posted by: Tracey at January 30, 2008 02:21 PM (jgdKP)
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Oh I hope that the warm juice does the trick... or something. Maybe it's the fault of the space-time continuum.
Posted by: martha at January 30, 2008 03:01 PM (uNnOA)
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I just clicked one too!
The effects of the space-time continuum has long affected this long-time sci-fi and Trek fan.
Posted by: Ernie E at January 30, 2008 03:07 PM (NyIiO)
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I hope the Warrior Princess gets inundated with ad revenue, and slays Captain Constipation without mercy. I say try a good curry--I know you love them and whenever I have one, there had better be a bathroom nearby. TMI, sorry. Must be that damn space-time continuum.
Posted by: Mallory at January 30, 2008 04:16 PM (nvu+Q)
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The chap was wrong by 10 meters.
Yeah, we just saw that recently somewhere too. Not "Horizon", I think it was "The Universe". Anyway.
98.6 is not the mean temp for our bodies, either, as I found out the other day. The guy who determined that number was using mercury which is not as precise as today's thermometers, plus he only did one study with 200 people or something and...well, at any rate, your "normal" temp can be anywhere between 97 and 99 and you're still "normal".
Now I'm just waiting to find out the earth is flat. ;-P
Off to click on your ads! Sorry I don't do it more often; I have ads too but I've yet to make a dime off them. I have to make a certain amount of money before they will cut me a check and I've yet to achieve the basic amount. (hint, hint, scratch back, yatta) *grins*
Posted by: The other Amber at January 30, 2008 04:49 PM (zQE5D)
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I see you are full of spit and vinegar today. It's nice to have a day filled with sarcasm, isn't it, about the universe and gravity and the distance to the moon. The Warrior Goddess doesn't put up with any inconsistencies like that. I'll remember to click on your add every time I come by, so far mine have not earned me any money at all. I think I owe them money at this rate. Gravity is wanting to make me lie down now and take a nap, so I must go.
Posted by: Irene at January 30, 2008 06:21 PM (RL+iu)
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OMG, too funny about the space-time theory and cricket. Hubby is Australian, and I can't count the number of times early in our marriage when he tried to explain that silly game. My whole argument was how can you have a 7-freaking-day test match and NOT have a winner!
Of course, he's tried to explain why a negative multiplied by a negative is a positive, and I don't get that either - I quickly loose him when he starts the explanation off with "in quantum physics.....". Whatever. Needless to say, he helps the kids with math homework.
Posted by: Holly at January 30, 2008 06:23 PM (93d7/)
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I'm proud of you for having ads. I hope you get lots and lots of money from them! I think it'd be great if you could earn enough revenue to stay home with the babes if you wanted to. Lord knows you've provided all of us with some great entertainment.
You gotta love that Newton. Only 10 meters off. That's outstanding!
Posted by: Julie at January 30, 2008 06:38 PM (KLDZ9)
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I'll click if you click. Oh, when I finally put up some bloody ads rather than just talking about it that is.
Good luck with the baby weight and PPD discussion. They were fun talks for me too.
Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 30, 2008 08:54 PM (1NDGw)
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Dear H.
Of course I will clik! I am all about trying to make money on the internets. Like MPF said "when I finally put something up" So, when I finally get my momey making blog up I will let you know.
In the mean time i will read and click read and click read and click.
Posted by: J.M at February 01, 2008 05:16 AM (EQwL9)
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I clicked for ya..don't feel bad about trying to make youreslf some money from your blog. I know when you ..and I .first started blogging it was really frowned upon but everyone does it now. Why shouldn't you, you provide your readers with great entertainment and take your time to share your life with us You should apply for Google adsense and put Google ads on your blog, and Amazon too...so when you find something you like and link to something you've bought or someone has sent to you, you can add your affiliate link to it and get a little bit of cash for yourself.. those babies don't pay for themselves! : O))
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January 29, 2008
Form Filling
Whenever I see a form that I have to fill out with the empty, glaring box marked "Occupation", I always have to fight what I really want to put down, and put down instead my real job, which I state as "engineer/manager" as I'm something across those two. I've flirted with the idea of putting down "Pet Shop Boys wanna-be roadie", "Day Glo Stick test engineer", or "Muffin Head". But those are just idle flirtations, those are just me having an affair with the truth. Because the truth is, even though I put down "engineer/manager" in that little box, there's only one occupation that I always battle my hand to not fill in.
That occupation is "Warrior Goddess".
I always want to fill that in.
Before anyone goes there, lemme' just say that I am not currently on any medication (although am thinking of knocking that one on the head, I'll be honest). I am also not hearing little voices in my head telling me to boil the bunny. I do not have a stuffed swan that I am turning into a dress, because that's been done, too, with some Icelandic flair.
Nor am I Xena, or even something like Xena. For the record - I only ever saw one episode of Xena and I was pretty fucking drunk when I saw that one episode. I'm pretty sure Xena was created by a man because no woman would choose to dress like that, and Xena and Gabriel definitely munched the fish taco. Seriously, you just know they went south of the border on occasion.
"More blood of the Garbangon, Gabs?"
"Don't mind if I do, Xena. What is that, 80 proof?"
"90, but who's counting. Say, you look pretty hot in that ripped leather outfit that resembles nothing more than a chamois I used to buff up the leather on my dragon this morning. Speaking of buffing up..."
No, I'm not Xena either. Nor am I deity or anything like that. But I do want to put down "Warrior Goddess" on my occupation form everytime, simply because sometimes I like to pretend that's what I am.
Honest.
Take this pond business, for instance. Dressed in crappy sweats and my hair in 6 different directions of ugly, I was pulling and forcing tree stumps out of the ground. With my hands. And a great big fuck off shovel that I think has been in a number of CSI episodes as a potential murder weapon. And with each stone I removed, I would turn to Angus and report.
"The Warrior Goddess has removed another tree. She is beholden to none. NONE!"
And he's nod and go about pruning the apple tree because he's used to my nonsense.
The Warrior Goddess, she can come in handy. When people start to get the better of me, sometimes I whip out the Warrior Goddess. The Warrior Goddess speaks in the third person. She does not wear leather. She can be a slightly arrogant bitch, but then we all get a little PMS from time to time, the Warrior Goddess is no exception.
The Warrior Goddess is slightly tougher than her more mousy alter-ego Helen, whom the Warrior Goddess looks at with disdain sometimes, people, disdain! Why does Helen feel the need to wear gardening gloves when pulling out tree stumps! This should be done with one's bare hands so that one can feel the pull of the earth! One should have blisters and callouses to prove one's worth! Why does Helen need to tap the pickle jar lid against the cabinet, if Helen wasn't such a weakling she could simply grab the jar and twist, to release these brine encapsulated prisoners! Why does Helen let that man who smells like cheap bourbon to sit on the tail of her coat on the crowded train from London? She should kick his ass, enroll him in an alcoholics program and administer breath mints in a one-two-three punch!
The Warrior Goddess, she can be a handful, but she's pretty helpful.
Helen doesn't always lose, of course. When Captain Constipation finally left (THREE tablets, that's the key) I found myself spending a long time in the bathroom. I was also exceptionally pleased I've always been a stickler for the soft toilet paper.
The Warrior Goddess, however, grumbled. "I don't see why we need that fancy soft quilted shite. The Warrior Goddess can use tree bark! I am a real woman! I do not need three sheets in one!"
"Shut the hell up, Warrior Goddess," Helen retorted. "It's my bog roll, I'll do what I want. If this was just your ass we were talking about, I'd say to grab the nearest Oak trunk you find and rub yourself happy, but since it's not, your view on how soft the toilet paper is isn't welcome. Next time you go to the store maybe you should buy things instead of running around trying to slay dragons or free canned peaches or whatever the hell it is you do in your spare time."
Occasionally even the Warrior Goddess needs a smackdown.
She's not real, and she's not some alter ego of mine. I just think it's amusing to enter situations and try to channel my strength into something with a sense of humor, which to me is a tough chick who speaks in the third person (which I do get really fucks off most people around you if you talk in the third person, so the Warrior Goddess, she refrains from speech around all but Angus because really, he needs to know what he's getting himself into here.)
But if I put down "Warrior Goddess" on a form then no doubt the nice men with the clean white jackets and sparkly attractive drugs would come find me and talk me into their nice shiny car. Probably much like you want to do after reading this entry.
-H.
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LOL, you do make me laugh! Go Warrior Goddess!
Posted by: justme at January 29, 2008 11:38 AM (YX+8b)
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Go ahead, fill in Warrior Goddess.
I don't know, I think there is a little bit of her in everyone ;-)
Posted by: Angela at January 29, 2008 12:12 PM (DGWM7)
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Helen....Warrior Goddess.... there's a difference? After reading some of your entries, I'm sure you're more similar than you give yourself credit for!!
Posted by: Vicki at January 29, 2008 12:23 PM (smxK1)
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I say go for it.On mine I always write Domestic Engineer.And if the men in white coats come you might as well send them my way too.lol
Posted by: Erica at January 29, 2008 01:54 PM (AZFra)
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Actually, that is considered normal for my group of friends. No eye blinks here.
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 29, 2008 02:00 PM (tie24)
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Believe it or not, I can call upon my inner warrior goddess at will. She is always happy to emerge! I would believe nothing less of you, dear Helen.
Posted by: kenju at January 29, 2008 02:23 PM (yvCMb)
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I love it. I think you should do it. We'll all band together our own Warrior Gods and Goddesses to come spring you if the nice white-coat and meds-bearing men take you away.
Ahh, hell, Warrior Goddess could take 'em all even locked into a straitjacket with both feet nailed to the floor.
I loved reading this post and just might have to read it again (and again).
PS: I really enjoyed the visual of you gardening - is that weird? I thought you looked cute. Hee.
Posted by: Lisa at January 29, 2008 02:51 PM (EcHBm)
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As long as you don't start writing in the third person consistently, this Amanda thinks the Warrior Goddess is great!
Posted by: Amanda at January 29, 2008 04:01 PM (B5c+c)
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I had to stop in my reading to say that this:
I do not have a stuffed swan that I am turning into a dress, because that's been done, too, with some Icelandic flair.
The fashion
faux pas that is the Bjork Oscars dress is a day I will never forget and the reason I know that, no matter how funky my fashion choices, I'll never - EVER - be that bad.
And also? One reason I love you so.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at January 29, 2008 05:50 PM (IYBY1)
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It's wrong that I read this:
"It's my bog roll, I'll do what I want. . .
"It's my BLOG roll."
That's wrong, isn't it? Heh.
Oh yeah - for the record - I say that you, my Warrior Goddess, have been through hell and back twice and you EARNED that title, and then some.
Them that don't likes it?
Can fuck right off.
BECAUSE YOU'RE BEHOLDEN TO NONE!
NONE!
Posted by: Margi at January 29, 2008 05:56 PM (IYBY1)
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That is so totally normal. Maybe we're both crazy.
Posted by: Meredith at January 29, 2008 06:19 PM (qBJ7U)
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I always called mine Bitch Goddess, but Warrior Goddess is quite more apt. We all need her every once in a while, don't we?
Posted by: sophie at January 29, 2008 06:34 PM (ZPzQL)
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I used to take great joy in putting down all kinds of things in that box on my tax form. Over the years I've been an astronaut, deep sea diver, superhero, and sex therapist. However, now that I'm a grown-up and have a chance of being audited, I forego this small pleasure...for now.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 29, 2008 08:23 PM (XD24A)
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I've always wanted to put down something interesting, odd, funny or disgusting there, but never have. Oh the other place in the memo line on checks. I had a friend who would always write "sexual favors" on the memo line at the grocery store.
Posted by: Mr.Thomas at January 29, 2008 09:24 PM (LsM3K)
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I am very happy to hear that there is such an entity as a Warrior Goddess inside of you and that you let her out on suitable occasions. By all means, refer to her in the third person, she will love you for it. There is nothing better than acknowledging the Warrior Goddess within. I think this is a very healthy and positive development in your psyche. Carl Jung would call this one of your arch types and he was all for developing and nurturing them. We are a miserable lot when we don't have these types inside of us or when we don't acknowledge them. So, go girl, keep ripping out those tree stumps and doing other Warrior Goddess type activities. It will come in handy especially now that you have the babies.
Posted by: Irene at January 30, 2008 09:17 AM (RL+iu)
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I think thats great! In fact, I think I could benefit greatly from channeling my own warrior goddess!
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January 28, 2008
Fred
If you asked me if I thought my weekend was going to go the way it did, I think I would've shrugged and murmured something along the lines of "No, not really, I - ooh look-something shiny!"
In time honored tradition, I give you the following "Which one of these things doesn't belong here?". The following are things that happened this weekend, but one of these things didn't happen. Which one is it?
A) I watched the entire season 4 of Grey's Anatomy that Angus downloaded from a pirate site for me to peruse managed to get a hold of from a peer-to-peer backing up and storage website.
B) I dug up a dead body in my garden.
C) I ate calzone.
D) I had a hangover for the first time in over a year.
The answer?
Yeah, um, I haven't had calzone in forever, so that's your guy.
I did watch my Grey's Anatomy (oh writer's strike, how you curse me so). We both got hangovers on Saturday morning as we finished off two and a half bottles of wine, something we're not necessarily proud of but, hey, you live in the minute sometimes. I didn't have calzone but I did have mac and cheese (twice, which was naughty, especially since I am now down 7 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight and eating mac and cheese isn't likely to keep that going).
And yes. I did dig up a body in the garden.
It's all very Funny Farm I know.
As I've discussed here before, we have a great big fuck-off garden that was one of the selling points of the house, but to which I now can't figure out why I was so excited by. Huge beautiful sculpted gardens look lovely. Huge beautiful sculpted gardens are, too me, quintessentially English. Huge beautiful sculpted gardens require constant maintenance, something the retired gardener who lived here before us was able to provide and something which, even if we did have the time (which we don't) is something we lack the skill in (and which I lack the interest in. I'm lazy like that. If I can't be decent at something then I figure I shouldn't bother).
One of the other selling points for me was the fish pond we had in the back garden. It was a great big thing, taking up about a quarter of the garden. I thought it was so quaint, so twee, so lovely to sit back there in the summer with a bottle of semillion blanc and the drone of the wind in the rushes as the occasional orange fish fin probed the surface. Instead what I got was a mosquito and frog breeding ground that had to be constantly covered as there's a neighborhood heron that views fish ponds as all-you-can-eat snack bars. The pond vegetation and I were always at war. The pond and I were always at war.
Last year I ripped out the pond, and our lone surviving fish still lives happily in Angus' mother's fish pond.
This year I needed to finish the job. Get the rest of the liner out, fill in the pond, level the area, rip out the trees and shurbs, and grass over the area. So when the sun came out this weekend, I knew that the pond and I, we had some business to attend to.
This was the pond starting point:
We've been filling the pond in with garden refuse all year, and it has been filling up nicely. On Saturday I savaged the pond, attacking it with great ferocity.
By Sunday, courtesy of me being home alone as Angus was at a reunion with some of his former scout mates and I was bored as I'd finished my Grey's Anatomy discs by staying up much later than is wise, the pond looked like this:
Note our green composter, the neighbor's crumbling fence (it might be our crumbly fence, we're not clear on that) and the ever helpful Gorby removing a stick from the pond site. He's really helpful, if by helpful you mean "chases dirt, chews sticks, and generally gets in the way as often as possible".
I started digging out some more of the massive vegetation mound next to the pond site to fill the pond in when I uncovered a box. Thinking buried treasure or time capsule (which I am preparing to put a time capsule into the former pond site myself as I am a real and true geek), I dug out the box.
Imagine my shock and surprise when the box was pulled free, the bottom of the box came off and I saw, inside, a whole lotta' ashes.
Oh fuck, I think mildly. And it really was mild. I think I was in shock, my response to it was similar to how I'd react if I'd realized I discovered a run in my sock or if Gorby had grown another leg. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Angus.
"Um, yeah," I said cautiously. "I think I just dug someone up out of our garden."
"It's possible. It's not like that house is a stranger to people popping their clogs."
Which is true. The house is 100 years old and we know of at least 3 people who have died in the house, all of them elderly. The idea of previous owners dying under this roof would freak me out, but I figure at least I know about them dying here (so no surprise flesh-eating zombies there) and hopefully they had nice long lives that gave them incentive to go into the light, especially since that would be the one thing they could see without putting on their reading glasses.
I flip the box over.
"The body's name is Fred," I say into the phone.
'Cause it is, according to the engraved plate on the wooden casket.
After much discussion, we decide that Fred may have been a dog. The previous owner (the gardener) had about one hundred cats and dogs, she was always losing her animals to any number of ways there are to meet untimely ends (she also lost her husband while he was living here, he is one of the three we know about. Ironically, it was the death of 5 out of her 6 Retrievers that prompted her to move, as opposed to the death of her husband. She sold us the house for a ridiculously low cost, bought a smaller home, and has since paid over £50,000 in repairs based on last year's flooding. Ouch.) We're pretty sure she's the one that put the pond in, so it would make sense if it was a dog.
There were an awful lot of ashes for a dog there, though. Not like I'm used to weighing up cremated remains or anything, but that has to be a big damn dog to account for ashes of such weight and quantity. I'm going to keep thinking "Dog". Dog dog dog dog dog.
I re-buried Fred in the new pond site. It may not be where Fred wants to be but it's the best I can do. I'm hopeful I don't need an exorcism or anything, as while I was re-burying Fred the entire wooden casket holding the ashes fell apart, and I'm thinking the plastic baggie covering the brick-like remains of Fred won't last long against the elements (the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out).
Work will continue on the pond until the whole area is levelled and grassed off. Maybe Fred will like that. I certainly hope he will, and that this story won't end badly, with the flesh-eating zombies theme or anything like that.
I'll keep you posted.
-H.
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Now THAT is an interesting story
What was her husband's name??? I am interested to know if it was a pet or a deceased spouse??? heh
Posted by: justdawn at January 28, 2008 10:17 AM (5Y5yx)
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Is it wrong of me to find that funny? Ok, well it was just a small smirk.
My Mum and Dad moved into a house a couple of years ago and found the dead husband & wife in the wardrobe that was left behind...ashes of course. Funny, after that, they didn't want to keep the furniture.
Posted by: Becks at January 28, 2008 10:17 AM (BI+Xa)
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If the previous owner of your house had a hundred cats and dogs, she maybe called every dog by the name of Fred- and maybe each cat was named Cathy. Just imagine the effort to think about one hundred different names for your pets... and as a bonus, you'll need only one of this tiny metal plates with a name engraved on it.
I think I need some wine now.
Lily.
Posted by: lily at January 28, 2008 11:04 AM (Y8m4l)
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I can't believe how GREEN it is there.....you have lawn....seriously and it's January.....*le sigh*.....we have snow...shitloads and shitloads of snow...with 5-10 cms MORE of it today...I knew I liked the UK during the summer...who knew I'd be coveting your country in the winter too?
Good luck with Fred!
Posted by: wn at January 28, 2008 12:16 PM (zh/oU)
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"It may not be where Fred wants to be but it's the best I can do."
Had to clean up the tea I just spit all over my desk at work - that was the funniest thing I read in days. Unfortunately I can't tell my colleagues why I'm grinning like a madwoman since I'm officially working on a boring memo.
PS Very envious of your season 4. Must get the man in the house to 'buy' those disks for me too.
Posted by: Vita at January 28, 2008 12:49 PM (yK+2t)
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RIP Fred. Thank goodness it was "just" a box of ashes and not a whole body! You had me scared for a bit. Maybe Fred was a St. Bernard or a Mastiff or something massive like that. Or I like Lily's idea - maybe every dog was called Fred and they're all in there together, hence the plastic bag... was there a twist-tie on it? ZipLoc? Haha! and ewwww! at the same time.
Posted by: Lisa at January 28, 2008 12:56 PM (EcHBm)
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Oh wow, that would freak me out. Hopefully he'll be happy with his new burial spot!
Posted by: Erin at January 28, 2008 01:10 PM (IPMSz)
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Oh, how I loved Funny Farm as a kid...but anyway, about the dead "dog" body. Ack! It is possible that there are a large number of ashes due to the fact that animals are often cremated in bulk, so you are given a scoop of ashes basically, not just your own pet's ashes. When my dog was cremated I had to pay extra to have her cremated alone. Come to think of it, she had a lot of ashes and they were all hers. She was a collie, but the ashes took up a full canister. If a dog was very large, who knows - an oil drum? Heh.
Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 28, 2008 01:53 PM (Lorry)
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At least it was ashes. It could have been the skeleton.
I had a fence that was more run-down than your is. It actually belonged to my neighbor, but since I have the dog I offered to split the cost with him 50/50.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 28, 2008 01:57 PM (XD24A)
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Oh dear god that creeps the F out of me! I would rather it had been bones so you KNOW little Fred was a dog. Poor Fred, poor Helen.
Posted by: Christina at January 28, 2008 02:58 PM (J6Yo6)
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Um... if it gives you any comfort, my parents' dog was around 50 pounds and he was a medium dog, so yeah. Dog is probable. You wouldn't put a name plate on a body you were trying to hide, after all.
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 28, 2008 03:28 PM (tie24)
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There is a lot if ashes even when it is a pet. Many years back my grandma's dog died, and she was just a little Lahaso Apso. I was house sitting for my grandma with my cousin, and when we got there I saw the pretty new "candy dish" on the counter. Being the sweet tooth I am, I quickly ran over there and ripped off the lid and stuck my hand in, yelling "candy!".
Good thing they wrap up the ashes in a baggie.
It is a bit unnerving though. I will keep my fingers crossed that there are no restless souls roaming your house tonight. And I can't believe how green it is in your backyard. I look out my window and all I see is white. It has been sunny though, and today it is 34 degrees-a real heat wave this time of year.
Posted by: Teresa at January 28, 2008 03:32 PM (unU1F)
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I have to be honest and tell you that I find the first half of this story to be hilarious. Mainly in a laughing so I don't cry sort of way. One of the selling points of our house was the beautifully kept country English style garden surrounding the whole back yard and the beautiful pond. Oh what a nightmare those turned out to be. The back yard looked great because the previous owner loved to be outside and garden and had lots of free time to do it. Not us. I prefer no-maintenance to low-maintenance. Oh and the pond, so nicely perched below the deciduous tree. What a mucky mess that turned into. I guess you alredy know what a 100 little froggies outside your bedroom window sounds like. So much for sleep. Needless to say, we ripped out the pond, one rock at a time and have tried desperately to keep the garden in check. I'm nearly ready to "press reset" on the whole yard and start over, but I just don't have that much energy. Damn.
As for Fred, most certainly a dog. It could have been a St Bernard, Great Dane, or something other dog nearly human sized.
Posted by: Mr.Thomas at January 28, 2008 04:04 PM (Ev8J1)
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Whoa. Now I wonder if anyone is going to dig up our old parakeets we buried behind our garage in the old house. I guess I never thought about it before!
Oh, yeah, and our little dog in the middle of the yard. We buried it under a tree, but then the new people ripped the tree out. I bet *that* was a surprise...
Posted by: Jen(aside) at January 28, 2008 04:15 PM (UFabB)
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LMAO! OHMIGOD. I'm hoping you'll become wildly famous and rich after you write a book about a rambunctious squirrel named "Mangus."
Posted by: Margi at January 28, 2008 06:47 PM (IYBY1)
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What was her late husband's name? Just kidding!
Posted by: Therese at January 28, 2008 06:56 PM (jhS6r)
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Damn.... you found Fred....
Posted by: Paolo at January 28, 2008 07:47 PM (uLaBd)
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Ok, I think "Drop Dead Fred" references would be highly tactless right now, tempting though they are to me. Wow. Just in case, you might look into getting some zombie repellant. I bet they sell it on the internet...
Posted by: Mallory at January 28, 2008 09:00 PM (nvu+Q)
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Hmmmm. My 30 pound Sadie produced (left behind, or whatever) a small tin about the size one might keep tesa bsags in--small flowers and all. I was glad to pay for her cremation, but the $80 minimum urns seemed a bit much. I think someone trying to hide a body would not label it "Fred."
Your weekend was far more interesting than mine.
Posted by: sophie at January 28, 2008 11:50 PM (ZPzQL)
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I don't know - labelling a body as "Fred" might be truly brilliant, because nobody would expect a human to be in a box labelled just "Fred". Perhaps Fred WAS a human, and loved sitting by the pond (Because he liked frogs and had good mosquito repellant.)
Maybe it was all meant so you'd just have a REALLY good story, and a reason to drink more wine? Let us know if Fred decides to haunt...
Posted by: Tracy at January 29, 2008 01:42 AM (869MS)
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As I was reading this I was thinking.... I lead such a boring life, I don't have a story like this to tell. Then I thought, thank goodness! I don't need a Fred...alive or dead!
Posted by: Vicki at January 29, 2008 02:15 AM (smxK1)
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I admire your energy and gusto in tackling the former pond and making it a proper part of your garden, which seems to be quite a tough job. You certainly are not afraid of a bit of work, are you? I have great admiration for people who roll up their sleeves and decide to do the job themselves even when they have never done anything like it before. I imagine that you are a pretty tough broad and I mean that as a compliment, because I used to be a pretty tough broad myself in my former years.
Posted by: Irene at January 29, 2008 03:36 AM (RL+iu)
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I'm glad not to be the only one who thought of "Drop Dead Fred" (funny movie though) - thanks Mallory!
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January 25, 2008
Little Birdy Babies
There are a lot of ways that I can describe how being a mother is to me, and many more times over I can tell you that I lack the vocabulary to make a single constructive sentence about what it's been like. Ups and downs don't even begin to describe it. Every moment has had some kind of feeling and meaning, and by the end of the day the exhaustion I have from experiencing a day full of babies correlates to me being pretty worn out (and, more than occasionally, wondering if I should go with a red or a white or just settle for whatever won't require me getting the corkscrew out).
The babies are moving into the next stage, which is where you can interact with them and enjoy them. I thought I loved the newborn stage the most, and I do, but I also love this stage the most. Maybe this is what it's like - you have a "bestest best" phase and head into another "bestest bestest best" phase.
Once you have babies your grammar, it really goes out the window.
Nick is the one I have two nicknames for - one is a deviation of his name and the other is "Bean", and if you can work out why I call him that then you will be the owner of my respect. And no, it's not because of this guy. I fucking hate that guy with a pathological hatred usurped only by my loathing of electric can openers, men that believe that they really are ribbed for her pleasure, and those Hostess snack cakes that are highlighter-pink rubbery half-domes that contain no trace of coconut or, while we're at it, chocolate.
Nick is a card. He's usually grinning or looking around and he kicks his little legs in excitement at the slightest provocation. Sometimes I pop him in a car seat and put him on the middle of the kitchen table (relax, I never leave him there alone or perch him on the very edge to test that little thing called Fate). We keep each other company, and last night I turned on the TV above the table to see his reaction. He went absolutely mental with delight over this show, and I plan on repeating the experience for Angus to see tonight. I was so overwhelmed by his happiness at the program that I teared up - it's so amazing when they're happy, and you find for the first time in your life you mean it when you say "I'm happy if you're happy". Worth every minute of it all.
(Yes, that would be me allowing my 16 week-old to watch 20 minutes of TV. But it was on CBeebies, which I think is some form of baby crack because as an adult I can tell you that a lot of those characters wig me the fuck out. And I don't feel bad or guilty about it because they do not get to watch TV, because CBeebies is designed to be educational for young children, because he can't really see the TV so well still and because what I saw of this programme made me believe it was sweet and kind and I like those values. Screw it, enough apologizing. He can have his 20 minutes of CBeebies as he's so delighted by it. Enough said.)
Nora has two nicknames as well. I call her My Little Sparrow, which is confusing as sometimes I call him that as well. Mostly I call her by a male variant of her first name combined with the last name of a childhood book character I loved dearly. I know that's confusing, but I can't give you much more than that because then you'll work out her name and she likes to roll incognito.
Both babies got their shots and weigh-ins yesterday. Suffice to say the vaccinations went ok - Nora screamed bloody murder until I had her bundled up in her clothes and winter coat again, then she stared at all of us as if to say "There, now try getting the needle through all this kit, I dare you!" Nick stuck his lower lip out and let it tremble, which earned him enormous hugs from three different nurses.
My boy, already a flirt.
The babies were on the small side before, in the second percentile. The last time they were weighed was 6 weeks ago, and in that time we've gained only a kilo (2.2 pounds), bringing Nora to 4.5kg (9.9 pounds) and Nick to 4.6kg (10.1 pounds) and both should be somewhere around the 6kg (13 pound) mark. This means we've tumbled from the 2nd percentile to the lowest of the low, the 0.4 percentile. I'm not 100% sure on how percentiles work, but the midwife explained it thus: of 100 babies, the idea is that x amount of babies should weigh x weight at x age. It's a lot of xes, especially for someone like myself, who lacks The Math Gene. Basically, if you have a baby in the 90th percentile then out of 100 babies 90 of them should be that weight, which doesn't necessarily make sense as what you're supposed to aim for is 50th percentile, aka "Hi, I'm Average". But my 0.4 babies are really scraping the bottom. I don't understand how you can have 0.4 of a baby. And as I have two of them maybe I qualify for 0.8, or a "Supersize Me!" sticker or something. I dunno.
The midwife looked at me.
"Are you feeding them ok?"
No, I'm preparing them for heroin chic. Ribcages are the new black.
(No you cannot see their ribcages. They have round tummies and are even getting that perfect ideal of babydom known as chunky baby thighs.)
"Yes, they eat 5 times a day, 150mL a time. I'm happy to feed them as much as they want, they just aren't interested."
Further discussions reveal the likely causes to be colds both babies have had, as well as the supplemental formula we had to use in the States - I had my math wrong and hadn't brought enough formula with me, so we used an SMA-Enfamil blend that their stomachs didn't appreciate (think melted butter. Think green medlted butter. Now put that visual in a diaper and you'll see where I'm coming from. Fun times, man. Fun times.)
We're on a monitoring program now, and we go back in two weeks to see if their weight has improved. The midwives aren't too worried as she examined them and they were happy and healthy (really they were, even when they were naked as jaybirds on the midwife's butcher scales which would have affected me greatly-I'd have lain there thinking: Are people looking? Do I have a crusty fanny right now? Is there a draft in here?), as if their weight is still too low in two weeks we'll investigate other formulas that may be more calorie rich. The midwife was impressed that at 16 weeks they sleep 10pm-8am every night, which I'm pretty happy about too, I can assure you.
I headed home with my little bird-like twins and we settled in.
One more change to our routines is that I no longer sing them "their song", that Josh Groban song Lullaby that I used to play them, that I used to sing and hum to them while holding them close, that prompted images in my head of me singing, my hair flowing loose and me dressed in a white gossamer gown. Only my hair is short now, and white gossamer, I'm thinking, would show the period stains in a bad way. Now when I want to reassure and comfort them, I sing a new song that they both love, that they both will (sometimes) stop crying just to listen to. I'm not sure what made me think of this song, but it works, so even though I feel ridiculous we go with whatever will head off the screaming.
And so it goes that during diapering (the times Nora hates most), you can hear the sound of their vegetarian mother's voice throughout the house singing the following song:
My bologna has a first name...it's O-S-C-A-R....
-H.
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Are you kidding, that song still makes me stop and listen.... And I hate bologna!
Cheers to the bestest best!
Posted by: Angela at January 25, 2008 11:13 AM (DGWM7)
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I love starting my day reading about yours, Helen. You crack me up!
Hugs to you all.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at January 25, 2008 01:32 PM (+MvHD)
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My bologna has a second name, it's MAYER
I too sing this to Graeme all the time along with ...
I wish I was an Oscar Mayer weiner
That is what I'd tru;y like to be
'Cus if I was an Oscar Mayer weiner
Everyone would be in love with me!
Posted by: Anita at January 25, 2008 01:41 PM (hhckZ)
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You are priceless! Did you know that?
Posted by: kenju at January 25, 2008 01:42 PM (yvCMb)
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Mr. Bean makes me shiver. In a bad way.
Posted by: Dotty at January 25, 2008 01:46 PM (KJE2B)
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The Oscar Meyer song is much better than my son's "sit up and listen" song - which was "Walk This Way" the Aerosmith version and when I got to "just gimme a kiss" I'd smooch him on his belly and he'd smile and babble.
Posted by: oddybobo at January 25, 2008 02:28 PM (mZfwW)
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Man, the infant days are hazy for me now. I mean, I loved it, and hated it. They say the first three months is the hardest. Fuck that, I say the first six and then it gets hard in a different way, but also more fun, which makes up for the fact that oh yeah, I remember now how it took me 90 minutes to change your diaper and how I lost 47 pounds in the process.
I can see where that amnesia comes from.
And don't for one second feel guilty about TV. We get half an hour of pure unadulterated peace from his dearly beloved Baby Signing Time DVD's, every.single.day. And I don't feel one bit guilty about it. He's learning, and I have some peace and quiet to start dinner, or whatever else I need to get done. I know he won't budge within a 2 foot radius of that TV when I have it on.
Posted by: statia at January 25, 2008 03:07 PM (lHsKN)
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Our's were:You are my Sunshine...or the Oscar Mayer weiner song.
Funny what babies like to listen to!
Posted by: Kristen at January 25, 2008 03:51 PM (d/RyS)
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I've taken to calling Nina (my bug-eyed-kittenface) Bean as well. A friend of mine used to call all people Beans. (Human Beans) It became her term of endearment, so I kinda like that Nick is a Bean. :-) And I think I know what first name you're calling Nora, but I can't figure out the last name.
My mom used to car-seat me on the kitchen table too so I could watch everything that was going on. Don't sweat it.
Posted by: Ms. Pants at January 25, 2008 04:39 PM (+p4Zf)
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I think you got a bad explanation of percentiles. If a baby weighs in the 90th percentile, that means he weighs more than 90% of babies in his age range. NOT that 90% of babies should weigh that much! So if your babies are in the 0.4% range, that means that four out of 1000 babies weighs less than they do.
Posted by: Annika at January 25, 2008 04:43 PM (sOoJe)
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I call Veronica "Peanut". Always have-always will. Scottie is my "Beezo"-the nickname his big sis gave him.
As for percentiles-don't sweat them. The way they always explained it to me was when Scott was in the 46th percentile, in a room with 100 other babies 54 of them would weigh more then him, and 46 would be the same size or smaller. In the end, all the doctors and I really cared about is that they were thriving, and not staying in the same percentile for too long.
And is it wrong that I like Mr. Bean? Probably, so don't answer that.
Posted by: Teresa at January 25, 2008 05:01 PM (UcI3n)
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Do you call him Bean because he's gassy?
Posted by: Sarah at January 25, 2008 05:33 PM (ifhg+)
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The nurse was being unecessarily confusing. What the centiles mean is that x% of babies weigh this much or less. So the 50th centile is where 50% of babies weigh more and 50% weigh less. 90th centile, 90% of babies weigh less, 10% weigh more. 0.4 centile, 0.4% of babies weigh less, 99.6% weigh more. Are they looking at the twins corrected age or their age from birth? That would presumably make a big difference.
Posted by: thalia at January 25, 2008 05:41 PM (IGlgm)
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That was an adorable post. Yes each new phase is the bestest best.
Posted by: the mother hen at January 25, 2008 06:31 PM (6ooUu)
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I really enjoy it when you write about the babies and I am well past the baby stage myself. I am not a sentimental woman, but your descriptions of your babies antics do bring a smile to my face. I can see how you love them very much and that no matter what happens in your life, the babies will always be a great wonderful thing. I am very happy to see how strongly your maternal feelings developed so quickly and fully. Every word you write about them speaks of love.
Posted by: Irene at January 25, 2008 06:35 PM (RL+iu)
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you will always find something great about each "phase"... it's called being a Mom!! Lovely post. (I laughed at the new song!)
Posted by: sue at January 25, 2008 09:08 PM (geYhK)
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Max is in the 3rd percentile -- which means as other commenters have said that 97% of babies are bigger than he is. I am always worried about it but the pediatricians keep saying that to have an average, you need small babies like Max and big babies like his best friend who is at the 95th percentile. Anyway, what is really important is that babies grow along the curve. I have posted the curve on my blog if you are curious about it. Max has been growing right under it BUT he is growing. It would be bad if your babies' growth suddenly plateaued. I am sure they will be fine once their cold is over.
Posted by: marie baguette at January 26, 2008 12:00 AM (BNqmF)
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Don't feel guilty about the TV; not everybody has nearby grandparents to take shameless advantage of. (My mother got to raise the first three pretty much All By Herself in one strange town after another while my dad was in the Air Force. She's ecstatic that we don't have to do that.)
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 26, 2008 03:41 AM (tie24)
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Please explain to the non-British
... why is the midwife taking care of the babies' well-baby check ups and not the pediatrician? Typically I understand the British terminology since I work for the European branch of my company but don't understand that part... Thanks!
Posted by: Michelle at January 26, 2008 04:13 AM (9DCVU)
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I recall an alternate verse....
"Oscar Mayer has a way of Screwing up your DNA."
Posted by: LarryConley at January 26, 2008 02:01 PM (TkiHb)
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hello, i have 2 sets of twins, and we have had all this about babies weight for each individual one of them. my eldest twins are now 8 and they are normal size kids now, it gave me the confidence to not allow my newest set of twins to be weighed at all, well since they've been 6 weeks old anyway, and i know they are still smaller than some (they're 2 yrs 3months now) but they are just right for their frames. making you worry about your babies weight is bad news, if they were born smaller than average which twins often are then you wouldnt expect them to have put on massive amounts of weight suddenly, and if they did you might worry then as would that then carry on and you have an obese child. i dislike all this need for us all to be average. good luck with your babes, they grow fast.
Posted by: carol at January 26, 2008 04:18 PM (f5Gva)
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Helen, not assuming you don't, but just to be sure, please strap Nick into the car seat. My friend's infant twin, keeping dad company in the kitchen, actually managed to strech himself, rock the seat, and take a rather scary trip to the floor. Fortunately he was uninjured save a tiny bump.
Thankfully, the rest of his new tricks were much less scary and way more fun....
Posted by: Suze at January 26, 2008 04:34 PM (ZgwzU)
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Thanks for dropping by my place. Always nice to see another friendly ex-pat around with wee ones. :-)
I love your wee ones' names, Nick and Nora.
I think your midwife mis-explained the growth chart. My littlest monster, the 10 month old, like his brother before him, sits in the top 2% of the chart, which actually means he's bigger than 98% of other babies his age. But, also like his brother before him, I suspect he'll start sliding cocmfortably down the chart a bit during his first year....
I wouldn't worry too much about your twins' size at the moment. First of all, they're twins! which means they started out a bit smaller than most (else you would have exploded!); their size should be 'expected due date' corrected on the chart which will move them up it a bit; and, well, they're going to grow. A lot.
And then you'll be wishing they were a bit smaller as you try to lug two little lovely monsters about. ;-)
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Suze-Les Bebes, they are always strapped in, even if they're just in their bouncy chairs on the floor. I've been paranoid about that since they arrived, even strapping them in when they were newborns and unlikely to go anywhere.
Thalia-They're always calculated from their EDD, so all of our statistics are based on them being 12 weeks old, instead of 16.
Michelle-I think that's just the way it's done here, or at least here in our county it is, and Angus says it was this way in Sussex, too. We don't really have pediatricians, and the only time we saw one was when Nick and Nora were in the hospital. If there is a problem we go to our GP but generally, for most weigh-ins, wellness visits, vaccinations, etc, you go to the health visitor, who is a midwife.
Posted by: Helen at January 27, 2008 02:22 PM (Qu0sb)
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Oh foo on the explaining things away and apologizing. I *know* you're trying to stave off the "you should" type of people but THEY SHOULD know you're careful, loving and no harm will come to your babies in your presence if you can humanly avoid it.
Thank you for sharing your emotions and your days with your little ones.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at January 28, 2008 07:09 PM (IYBY1)
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I forgot to add: please don't worry overtly about the growth chart. It's just a "tool" that the professionals use. What they don't realize is that they help give birth to eating disorders. (I say that only half in jest. . .I still worry about my little one if he has a day when he's not voraciously hungry.)
Your babies are doing FINE. I guarantee you that one day you will look at a very healthy, hale toddler (or two) and marvel that they were ever this little.
*smile*
Seriously. They'll get over the formula changes and grow like little weeds. Promise!
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at January 28, 2008 07:12 PM (IYBY1)
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OMG. You're just NOW getting to a new song? I can't even TELL you all the things "mama's gonna buy" that I made up during the nights my daughter was NOT sleeping all night. Some of them were somewhat...ahem...inappropriate. But I don't think she remembers, so it's ok. I sang every song I could come up with, including Barney songs, and commercials, and...well...everything. You can't hold it against somebody with a baby when trying to get the kiddo to go back to sleep.
Posted by: Tracy at January 29, 2008 01:49 AM (869MS)
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My daughter was a champion spitter-upper and therefore didn't gain anywhere near the weight she should have. This all changed once solid food arrived. Also, the diapers changed, for the worse I might add. But such is the life of a parent.
Speaking of food, we made all of our own baby food. It was cheap, easy to make and store, it tasted better than the jarred crap and the kids loved it. If you think that you might be interested, I'd suggest
Homemade Baby Food as a good place to start. My wife and I used to whip up a week or two of food for the children on Saturday or Sunday, freezing it little ice cube trays before bagging the food cubes. Just nuke/thaw and serve. Really easy, very healthy and-did I mention?- inexpensive.
Oh, and for the record? I've loved every age so far. My guess is that you will as well.
Posted by: physics geek at January 29, 2008 02:43 PM (MT22W)
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Such cute baby stories
I'd be picking the ever-so-smart & small Bean from Ender's Game for Bean... He was always my favourite character!
Posted by: mph at January 29, 2008 06:45 PM (AFtpu)
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I realize I'm late to the party, but wanted to echo the comments about percentiles. Being in the second percentile would mean that 2% of all babies that age are lighter and 98% are heavier.
My twins were born weighing in the 10th percentile (not adjusted because they were over 37w gestation), and my little mouse has had trouble keeping up. What I've been doing is boosting her EBM with a little bit of powdered formula to up her caloric intake because I can't get her to drink more. The same can be done with formula. You just mix the desired amount of formula, then add 1tsp powder per 90ml fluid. It adds about 4 calories per 30ml. This has helped keep her on that 10th percentile curve.
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January 23, 2008
The Way My Mind Works
This morning, as I went about morning business, this was how my mind worked. I figured I'd give you an example to show you just how much I overthink everything. Because I do. Overthink everything, that is.
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I finished feeding and burping the babies and parked them under the Baby Einstein Gym. I turned on the radio (we just bought one, actually. I know. We're a little behind.) And there was BBC2 filling the house. Terry Wogan reads the news.
The stock market is sucking, huh? I wonder if I should hold off on buying their 6-12 month clothes. I'm short on 6-12 months items. Instead of hitting up a sale at Next, maybe I should wait. Maybe a market fall will commence WWIII. It'll be like a nuclear winter. We'll dress the babies in our clothing cast-offs and they will be taught to hunt using pacifiers and the tin liner of a can of formula. It's like the plot of a Stephen King novel, a creepy one like The Fog, which freaked me out so badly I can't see the movie and which, coincidentally, is the reason I stockpile nappies and formula so that we have enough to survive on just in case.
I shove my hair behind my ear. I'm not sure I like my haircut. I'm not sure I don't like it, either.
I reach for some tablets. Since giving birth I have battled with the demon known as Captain Constipation. It makes life hell. I replayed a recent discussion with Angus in my head.
"I bought you a present," he says, holding out a box of Dulco-Ease.
"Oh honey! Nothing says 'I love you ' like a box of laxatives!" I say, batting my eyelashes at him.
"But you have tablets to help treat that," he says, joining me and reaching to put plates away from a recently finished dishwasher.
"I know. I've been taking them for three days now. And drinking water. And prune juice. And eating more fibre than you can find in your average pile of rope," I reply mournfully.
That was three days ago. So now I'm going to need a militia to go in there and help get through the battle gates. Good thing I actually like the taste of prune juice. I have been popping the pills daily, and I've taken so many now that even Mike Huckabee would now be unconstipated.
Mike Huckabee, Mike Huckabee...seriously? A person can be called Mike Huckabee? His politics scare me, and you just can't elect a man named Huckabee, it's not on. Can you hear Dan Rather say "President Huckabee has plans to meet with the Japanese Prime Minister this Wednesday"? No, me neither. The rest of the world already has their enjoyment making fun of the States (trust me, I know. I get abused at every party as "the voice of America"). How can we show our face with a president whose name sounds like he's a long-lost cast member from the Andy Griffith Show?
Who am I going to vote for? Hmmm...as a Democrat (real-time note-this is not where you need to attack me, try to convince me otherwise, or palm off a link to my website to rabid, inconsistent, dogmatic right-wing bloggers. Generally I don't discuss politics here because I don't want the aggro and because I think politics are best discussed face-to-face over some single malt. I am a personal blog writer but hey - I do have a view of politics too, and those politics mean I am a platform voter, and those platforms are usually supported by the Democrats. Let me have my view in peace, as I won't try to convert you if you don't try to convert me, yes? Whiskey?) I'm not sure. The Democrats are polarized over the primaries. It feels like I have to decide, and I have to decide RIGHT NOW.
I don't mind Hilary, I like her stances on many things. Plus she stuck by Bill when his affairs were revealed, and if you've ever been cheated on you know that sticking it out with the one who's put his leg over someone else takes some major backbone. But I hate feeling like I have to vote for her because she's a woman, I'm a woman, and I am a feminist. I tend to get a little stubborn when people expect me to do something without asking if I want to do it. I also am a little pissed off about the recent Vogue gaff. Amazingly, for the first time in my life I'm actually siding with Anna Wintour, who I think of as Satan only with a slightly more expensive haircut. Clinton wouldn't do an issue of Vogue lest she appear "too feminine". What, so if you're feminine you're weak? If you admit to being a woman you've given away the ability to be taken seriously? Yes, there are prejudices in America but you would've earned my respect faster if you'd decided to address them head on, before you got elected, when you wouldn't just be talking the talk. Way to miss your own message, babe.
Obama, Obama...do I like Obama? I like him, I'd have a drink with him. He seems very intelligent and I like intelligent presidents, I think it's what we need. Does he have the experience, though? Will he be as seemingly ineffectual and invisible as Gordon Brown? If something goes very-pear shaped all of a sudden would White House aides find him under his desk in the Oval Office, moving the ink blotter around the carpet and making choo-choo noises?
More news.
Heath Ledger died? Is that possible? He was a fantastic actor, even if I think he might not have been such a nice chap in real life. But Hollywood people don't die. They just get cast in wax. They don't really die, not really. Or wait - maybe this is a conspiracy. It's something Stephen King is writing.
Ooooh Golden Grahams. That's what I want for breakfast. Opening the box, I read their new ad campaign - "With Ridges That Rock!" Think I've just gone off Golden Grahams.
Must call builders.
Must call nursery.
Must make up some bottles.
Must take some photos today.
Must get to emails.
Must ring health visitor.
Must clean house.
Must do more searching for a literary agent, although not entirely sure how one finds said agent.
Must keep writing, which I started doing the other night and which is taking over my mind.
Um....what was I just doing?
-H.
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From one professional overthinker to another: right on. And do find that literary agent. You have great talent and a lot to say. Thanx for sharing with us.
Posted by: Charles at January 23, 2008 11:18 AM (gHAtb)
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There is no way in hell we can elect someone named Huckabee. Especially now that he's talked about "faith based amendments" to the constitution.
As you may have noticed, I will sometimes spill the political stuff into my blog and I don't mind doing so. Please feel free to send the right-wingnuts my way for a spanking.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 23, 2008 12:19 PM (XD24A)
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Funny stuff. Most people probably have a similar thought process...maybe less structured. : ) Presidential candidate? I can't find a good one on either side. My favorite (and I'm not trying to convince anyone to join me) is Ron Paul. He's basically a Libertarian who's in the Republican party. Is it really throwing your vote away if you vote for someone who you KNOW won't win? I like to view it as making a statement.
Heath Ledger died? It's always stunning when you hear of someone who has it all dying. I guess I shouldn't be so stunned; after all, studies show that 100% of all people die.
Posted by: Solomon at January 23, 2008 01:59 PM (x+GoF)
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Yes, overthinking sometimes is the path to doom, one I always seem to find myself on. Must. Stop. That.
I don't really discuss politics with anyone but Adam, because the topic has become too loaded. I tend to go with the candidate that reflects my own personal views more than what party they are with. But now? Now I don't even know what to think. I do know I don't like Hilary and I really don't like Huckabee. I am just patiently waiting and keeping up with each candidate and hopefully by next November I will be able to make an intelligent decision I can live with.
Heath Ledger's death is really sad. I am so bummed about it. That is all I have to say about that.
You have a lot more to do today then I, so I will stop right here.
Love ya babe.
Posted by: Teresa at January 23, 2008 02:05 PM (0HLwW)
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Ah yes, the overthinking. Sometimes I have to track back to try to figure out how on earth I ended up thinking about tissues when I started out thinking about cats....
Re: prune juice, though I'm sure you've gotten lots of advice from many places, I've heard that it's even more effective if it's warm. While I do like the taste of prune juice I really can't imagine it warm so I haven't tried that myself. Thought I'd pass it on just in case though.
Posted by: martha at January 23, 2008 03:02 PM (ySZ2x)
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Yes, your mind does take a meandering path around many subjects, but then you have so many responsibilities. I don't think you shirk any of them and I do think you take all of them seriously. Especially now that you have the babies. That picture of them that you had up the other day was lovely. I worry about you going back to work and finding the time and energy to do it all. Please take good care of yourself and don't rush anything.
Posted by: Irene at January 23, 2008 04:02 PM (RL+iu)
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Over thinking maybe, but what blows me away is how much you manage to write? HOw do yuo manage to do it with twins to look after? Colour me very impressed.
Posted by: thalia at January 23, 2008 05:52 PM (IGlgm)
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Heh. What a day. Already.
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 23, 2008 05:54 PM (IfXtw)
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OH yes, we start talking to ourselfs when we are the only ones in the house who can speak. Its totally normal, or so we tell, ourselfs
I love your hair, just saying.
Posted by: Christina at January 23, 2008 06:27 PM (J6Yo6)
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Regarding the upcoming presidential election: I find I am suffering from:
Electile Dysfunction: the inability to become aroused over any of the choices for President put forth by either party in the 2008 election year.
Posted by: Charles at January 24, 2008 01:27 AM (gHAtb)
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My mind works in a very similar manner--except when it isn't working at all.
I just keep hearing them say that Heath Ledger had prescription sleeping pills at his home. I hope I don't die in a manner that requires searching my house. The drug cabinet is filled with what many would call a cornucopia.
Posted by: sophie at January 24, 2008 01:37 AM (ZPzQL)
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I feel like you must be my long-lost sister!!! I feel like I'm reading my own thoughts, but put together so much better than they are in my head!!!!
Posted by: Vicki at January 24, 2008 01:43 AM (8IrmH)
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Doesn't everyone's mind work this way? I have thoughts like this all the time--makes it challenging to get things done on some days. Okay, a lot of days. Overthinking is normal for me, too!
I am a list writer for just this reason. (when I write it down, I don't have to think about it anymore. of course, I don't have to do it either, but that is beside the point!)
And I am glad you started writing...
Posted by: stacie at January 24, 2008 02:35 AM (dZ+qK)
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That's the way it happens for me. My mind jumps around like a toad on a hot lily pad.
Posted by: kenju at January 24, 2008 02:56 AM (yvCMb)
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De-lurking here.
I'm not so much an overthinker as I am a random thought thinker. My mind changes directions so many times in conversations, I usually have to stop talking to let the person I'm talking to know I've changed subjects when I see that look of "how does this relate to what we were just talking about?" on his/her face.
I'm not sure I could handle a president named Huckabee either. My boyfriend says that if he gets elected his runningmate MUST be named Finn, just so we can chuckle about it. Quite honestly? All the candidates scare me at the moment. It should be an interesting election.
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You sound busy... not that this is surprising, about a mom of twins.
I just wanted to say "thank you" for all of the suggestions you kindly took the time to give me for my London trip. I returned yesterday, and had a wonderful time. Thanks for your help, Helen!
~Meg
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Obstructions at the Gate
I have a lot of things buzzing around that I want to write about - extensions, work, writing, etc., - but moods in our house have taken a downturn (again), I'm working on little sleep for two nights running, and both Nick and I are battling digestive issues. So I'm taking the cheap way out and using a prompt from someone else.
The Shape of a Mother is a fascinating and, if you're expecting for the first time, slightly terrifying website. I saw it while pregnant and was reminded of it recently in a Flickr pic, and I re-visited. The website is out there to show that women don't look like Hollywood stereotypes after you give birth, that many (most?) of us don't ever regain our figures. It tries to celebrate where we are, though, instead of bashing us into a shape that people expect women should be, and there are not enough sites like that in the world.
They have a recent assignment, which is to discuss body issues as a daughter instead of as a mother. Basically, what can we do to ensure that our daughters love themselves, ostensibly so that a website like Shape of a Mother isn't really needed? How can we help prepare our children to feel good about their shapes and figures in order to prevent a lifetime of self-hatred and shame?
If you've been visiting my site for any period of time, the one thing that you'll have captured is that I struggle with myself. A lot. And always have. Years of anorexia and purging have taken their toll on my mind and body (ergo some of my current digestive issues). I have long ridiculed, hated, and abused myself based on my appearance, and more to the point, based on my figure.
On my mother's side I have several generations of women shaped to pull plows. Large women, sturdily built, with shoulders a mile wide and thighs the size of hamhocks. On my father's side are the delicate Asians, built like little birds and with limbs to match. Naturally the genetic roll of the dice gave me the sturdy agricultural build, although I luckily escaped the large thighs and instead inherited the ability to gain weight on my stomach when I gain. I am tall and sturdy, hurricane-bracing sturdy, and always will be. Do I wish this weren't the case? Yes of course. But I do accept that this is my build, as even when I went anorexic it didn't change the obvious - I have shoulders a mile long, even if you can make out the individual bones in them. I gain weight on my stomach, even when I have only eaten 16 crackers a day for a few months. My face is round like an apple, even when I have ingested a box of laxatives and spent two days in the bathroom.
Like global warming, Paris Hilton, and rising interest rates, some things just don't go away because you want them to.
The Shape of a Mother mentioned a story in which the author started feeling bad about herself. I think we all have a similar story.
Mine started when I was 13, with Helen Squared. I was living in Arkansas at the time, and Helen Squared, whom I had been BFF - with pinky swears, of course - with in Washington and now had met up with again in a little town in the middle of nowhere. She was over at our house, hanging out in a small above ground pool my mother had bought for the family to use. My whole family was chilling at the pool. Helen Squared was in a red and white striped bikini which I was deeply envious of - so brave, so daring! There I was in a peach colored one piece, amazed at a bikini in the pool. My dad looked over at me and told me I should suck it in. I looked down - I did have a small, rounded pot belly. I sucked it in. Then I went inside and got a T-shirt on, so that no one could see my pot belly, so that all one could see was the blinding hot Arkansas sun and the red and white stripes of a chick who didn't need to suck it in.
I started to wonder about myself then. Prior to this, I'd simply been a kid. Now, did I maybe have a weight problem?
Forward to some months after this. My parents had split. We were living in a rental house in Arlington, Texas. Born with a deviated septum (yes really. I really am one of the few who honestly did have one, this wasn't code for having a nose job) I had just had the final of three nose surgeries designed to try to fix my nose. It was a particularly rough surgery, as they'd cut cartilege out from behind one of my ears to try to repair the two previous surgeries. I was home after a few days in the hospital recuperating, feeling pretty rough and very, very tired.
My mother drew me a bath. Feeling weak and dizzy and as though I'd been hit by a mack truck carrying a load of Christmas trees, I gratefully shed my clothes and hopped in. My mother stood there, by the sink, looking critically at me.
"You need to do some sit-ups," she said flatly. "You could use some toning up."
I had just had surgery.
I was 14 years old.
And I had just had surgery.
I looked at her, unclear what was happening. Her expression was cold, calculating. She was putting me under the microscope. I knew that my father had spent a lot of time in their marriage criticizing her and her weight. I knew he was often having a go at her, and that my mother had struggled with her weight for most of her life. I knew that she hated how she looked and battled with her self-esteem.
And in that bathroom that night in Texas, she passed that battle on to me.
It led to all kinds of things - at the children's theatre and dance school I went to after school I found a body leotard in the lost and found. I took it home, and I used to wear it. Shiny and black, in the quiet of my bedroom it highlighted my every flaw, my every bulge. I made myself exercise in it constantly to try to critique how I looked, how I needed to improve, what I could do better.
Here I am today. 20 years have passed since that all started and when I look back on my body image all I can see is hatred, and although I have moved on a lot, I still have my setbacks. We all do. But I would spare my daughter that.
Or the hell with that. I will spare my daughter that.
Melissa is getting on the chunky side but we don't say anything to her. We encourage her to eat well and we ourselves are also trying to eat better. We ask a lot of questions about the physical activities she engages in without poking at her to do more. We don't say anything because she's 15, and at that age where self-hatred sets in faster than a love of Orlando Bloom. While we want her to be healthy, we want that health to be of all kinds. She could do with losing some weight, yes. But at this stage it's not a danger to her health, and it's important that she feels valued, that she feels beautiful, that if she wants to lose weight she does so of her own volition, and not driven by guilt or self-loathing.
Nora will be handled similarly - encouraged to be active and eat well, she will be told things about herself to make herself feel good. But I don't necessarily advocate telling our daughters constantly that they are beautiful from an aesthetic side - while it's important to address how they are feeling about themselves from a physical perspective, I think it's just as important to tell them how clever they are, how good with animals they are, how great they are at making birthday cakes or how lovely they are when they're happy.
I think our daughters don't just need to feel good physically.
They need to love themselves all the way around.
Any other suggestions gratefully received, because this is a difficult topic, because it's not like I'm not operating without a parachute here.
-H.
PS-many thanks to my anonymous benefactor - two books showed up on my doorstep yesterday, one for the babies and one for me. There was no sender information on it, but thank you so much, I love them and can't wait until the babies love their book, too!
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It's a fine line, isn't it? We want our kids to be healthy and happy without incurring therapy bills later.
I know how much weight what I say to my girls carries so I try not to be unkind when it's necessary to correct something.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 22, 2008 12:09 PM (XD24A)
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you'll be an awesome mom - funny how it takes our own dysfunctional childhood and family lives to make us consciously tring to re-create the opposite
Posted by: Mei at January 22, 2008 12:40 PM (Vq5kw)
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I heard not too long ago that cellulite used to be considered beautiful and desirable -- as a sign of fertility. I think that was when I finally thought, "Screw this -- I love my fleshiness. It feels good."
Posted by: Jill at January 22, 2008 01:55 PM (zbbET)
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Great Post. I'm a father to two daughters and find the whole eating issue very challenging. An old classmate of mine wrote a book I found helpful maybe you would as well.
True Beauty -- Positive Attitudes & Practical Tips from the World's Leading Plus Size Model by Melissa Aronson (aka Emme).
Posted by: Matt at January 22, 2008 02:37 PM (/n9kT)
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This put a lump in my throat. I of course have my own story, as Im sure all of us do. However, this is the exact reason I hoped for a boy. I don't know if I am strong enough to keep it all in and not destroy her, if she were to exist. Its shameful. God knows I would try my best but it scares the shit out of me.
Thanks for sharing- I beleive you have it in you to do it right with Nora!
Posted by: Christina at January 22, 2008 02:41 PM (J6Yo6)
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There's a blog called "Shapely Prose" devoted to healthful love of the big girl. (http://kateharding.net/) As a big girl myself, it's been absolutely amazing to find such a supportive community.
Posted by: Amanda at January 22, 2008 03:52 PM (B5c+c)
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My biggest thing I have to remind myself of all the time: do NOT let your daughter (or step-daughter as it may be) hear you criticize yourself. I have learned more then ever could be said from the way my mom talked about herself, and also how my dad talked about my mother. I watch my words carefully with my daughter. The things said to me growing up still sting badly, and I just put it away as an example of what not to do.
It is such a hard balance. Beauty is so important in this culture, you can't get away from that. I try to point out the beauty in all people to my kids-the strong muscles of an athlete, the beauty of curves and soft flesh, the whispyness of a waif; but above all I try to accentuate how important it is to be healthy, which does not always equal slim. Also how looks really do fade, and if it is the most important thing in your life you will be miserable (my grandma provides a grand living example of that). I want my daughter and son both to realize it is fine to be a genius and have great hair-and enjoy doing both math and make-up. I also want them to understand mohawks can be just as attractive as butt-length glossy hair. Whatever makes them happy. I don't sweat their weight-I feed them a variety of foods and they are both active, and that is all I can ask of them.
What amazes me is how early girls learn to worry about their weight. In first grade several of Veronica's classmates started to count
calories. Veronica didn't even know what a calorie was. I can't protect her from the outside world and its views, but I can educate my kids enough that they can be prepared. In a way it gave us a great opportunity to talk about weight and body image-I just didn't think I would be having that conversation with her at 7. In the end I try not to make too much of the whole issue, and handle it no different than I would anything else. I don't want to place too much importance on it.
I have a horrible body image, but I am learning. I do believe in calling a spade a spade, but I also don't go around saying "oh look at that fat-ass", or "what a bag of bones". It is a lot of hard work to be a good parent, that is why there are so few. Don't worry babe, you are one of the good ones.
Posted by: Teresa at January 22, 2008 04:37 PM (P9urc)
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Dear Helen, I think it's great that you're thinking ahead to this very loaded issue. It broke my heart to imagine your mother saying that to you, and I'm so glad you're doing everything you can to avoid instilling self-hatred in your daughters.
Posted by: Kath at January 22, 2008 04:42 PM (9Ni8A)
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Darling Helen, I think you are already doing the most important thing you can do for Nora (and Melissa - hopefully her mother is also on the same page). You love her unconditionally no matter what size she wears or how she looks. Being comfortable in the knowledge that you are loved by someone no matter what is the key, in my opinion to forming a healthy self-image. And it starts way younger than anyone would ever think. You are living proof that once there is damage done to that comfort, it's impossible to go back to the days before you doubted yourself.
But I also agree with Teresa's point about not ever letting kids hear you criticize yourself or anyone else for their appearance or size. They'll pick it up from other kids, sure, but they learn so much from the things we as parents say and do without thinking. And that's the stuff that sticks, I think.
Hugs to you for writing this beautiful post.
Posted by: donna at January 22, 2008 05:52 PM (Kco5r)
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I'm de-lurking for this one. Both my parents were drop dead gorgeous, Hollywood material when they were young. As I was growing up, whenever we'd watch TV or be out in a public place, all I'd hear was how good or bad someone's legs or figure or face or whatever was. They both totally discussed people's appearance based on physical beauty constantly. I'd take one look at who they were critisizing and take a look at myself and came to the conclusion I was hopelessly fugly and always would be. I mean if they could rip apart the appearance of someone that, to me, looked beautiful - what the heck did they think of me???
As I got older, I was, luckily, skinny - and my parents said nice things about me as long as I was thin. Once I had my daughter, I was in a miserable marriage and I never lost my baby weight. My parents hated the way I looked, and my husband harped on me all the time. My father at one point told me I looked repulsive and if I was having marital problems, it was probably because of how I looked (never mind that my husband was a class 5 asshole).
Both my middle sister and I have weight problems. My oldest sister is "perfect" and makes sure she stays that way - for all of us, it's not healthy thinking.
As I was growing up, I was taught both by verbal and non-verbal communication that the most important thing in a woman is physical beauty - perfect physical beauty.
Posted by: suze at January 22, 2008 06:15 PM (BmSw7)
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While I applaud you both for being tender with Melissa, I fear the swunt probably isn't following suit. I gained weight at 15-16 as well. And then, it fell off about a year later. Literally--fell off. I moved into the dorms in college as tits on sticks. (Of course, I thought I was a hippo at the time.)
Trust that your daughters (I'm including Melissa) are going to have self-esteem issues with their bodies. It's the nature of society these days. I think it's a lot more prevalent here in the States with tabloids like TMZ posting
this crap and Perez fucking Hilton telling people that THEY are fat. (Pissed off that they're not sharing their cookies, PH?) The only thing you can do is listen and continually remind them that they are gorgeous as they are and that Hollywood is a minority (and mostly airbrushed anyway).
Posted by: Ms. Pants at January 22, 2008 06:45 PM (+p4Zf)
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Hey Helen, I'm a lurker with no kids of my own yet. I've seen you post about your body image before and I wanted to share this link with you. It opened my eyes about fitness for women in general and now I feel like I can actually achieve what I want to be in a truly healthy manner! Say goodbye to endless sit ups and feeling like you're not getting anywhere with them, by the way.
http://stumptuous.com/ Click on the iron link!
Posted by: NaNa at January 22, 2008 07:04 PM (VrduD)
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De-lurking because while you always stike a chord with me - today was undeniable.
Same story - I was 12 years old and my dad stated in passing my thighs were fat. Hence years of starvation and body hatred abound.
Kuddos to you and Angus for stopping the cycle with your girls!
Posted by: Patsy at January 22, 2008 07:23 PM (ocOr3)
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Oh how I wish you had that happy with your body feeling back, babe.
Your body is AWESOME! I mean that in a lot of ways, most of them not purient. Heh. Dana said it best: pregnancy makes your body go from a shoebox to the space shuttle AND BACK in a mere 40 weeks.
There's bound to be some "fallout."
I remember very clearly standing in the mirror with my mother and auntie one time, like 15 or 20 years ago. Each of us was looking at ourselves critically. Not at each other, though: we were saying to each other, "OH, I wish I had your legs," or some such. Why is it that we can't be as nice to ourselves? Why is it that when we look at our own bodies we only see the flaws?
I predict you will break the cycle with your lovely Nora, telling her she's worthy and beautiful JUST AS SHE IS. Just as I see you.
I love you too, you know.
Posted by: Margi at January 22, 2008 08:06 PM (6jQIM)
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As a youngster, I was so skinny that my legs didn't meet at the thighs and you could count every rib. My mother told me (at age 16) when I chose a black dress to wear to my boyfriend's parents' cocktail party....."You look like a black widow spider in that. People will think you have tuberculosis." Imagine what that did to my self-esteem! Mothers and fathers have NO idea what pain they inflict or how long-lasting it is. I have tried very hard never to say anything like that to either of my girls. I never wanted them to be made to feel like I did.
Posted by: kenju at January 22, 2008 09:55 PM (yvCMb)
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I have spoken to my husband about this so many times. I actually had gastric bypass surgery and lost 165 lbs. My biggest fear is that I will pass the fat gene to my kids, or that they will deal with the same body issues I have dealt with my whole life.
Right now I'm trying to eat healthy and live healthy, I just joined Weight Watchers to try and lose some of the extra pounds that I still have. But I don't want my house to be full of "diet" this or "light" that. I'm afraid that the focus on good foods and bad foods will send a bad message to my kids.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to deal with it. Besides taking it one day at a time. In my big Italian family, everything is about food. We're happy, we eat. Celebrating? Let's eat. Sad? Let me get you some food. Ugh. I've gotta figure out a way to NOT make the focus of our lives food. And i'm not sure I've even figured out how to do that yet.
You are such a good mom. After going through so much, I know you will be an amazing role model to both of your girls.
Posted by: Erica at January 23, 2008 02:00 AM (D6tE/)
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really struck a cord .. similar feelings but a different reason. I was a 'chubby' child ... hated it but never developed an issue other than a dendancy to comfort eat. Then I went through a REALLY had time early 20's when my life fell apart and I developed anorexia for the classic control reasons ... unfortunately then bulima and I still struggle. I am so impressed with your attitude - it's great to be aware of how the slightest comments can create massive issues however dont take all the responsibility on yourself. The thought of weight issues when (pls god I do) I have a child terrify me. How will I stop myself subconsciously passing on my screwed-upness to a child??
Posted by: Mas at January 23, 2008 10:00 AM (I2HaV)
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As the mother of a daughter, this issue concerns me greatly, and living in the DC area increases that concern just a tad. We do not talk "diet" in my house but healthy living - eating fresh foods and plants and getting exercise. We also talk about enough sleep, fresh air, and being active. She is a serious dancer - so the activity part is easy. She is not a big eater and is very picky so the food part is an issue. It is tough though.
I remember her coming home from Kindergarten and telling me that the girls said she was fat. (The year before she came home in tears because the girls hated her curls). My kid is anything but fat, but for the girls in her class (wider than she is) diet and fat were things that they heard a lot without understanding the impact of the phrase.
And I do not know why my daughter worried about what they said outside her understanding that they were not being nice.
I want her to be confident in all that she is - her body type, looks, skills, talents, brains, smile, sense of humor... the whole package. She is perfectly herself. The trick is to ensure that they believe in themselves and their value before they start battling society and their peers - as it is not an easy battle to wage for a teen aged girl.
My daughter, now 8, has come to terms with her curls and her body... and is very comfortable with who she is. I just hope that it lasts and strengthens throughout her life.
Thanks for this post and sorry about all the words! I feel strongly about this issue and raising a mentally and emotionally secure daughter!
Posted by: The Exception at January 23, 2008 05:44 PM (z62e3)
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Jill— when researching body issues for a college thesis, I came across the phrase "Up to 80% of women are afflicted with cellulite." My immediate thought was "If up to 80% of women have a
non-harmful thing, it seems to me that's not an affliction, that's the norm!"
I am one of the few women I know who doesn't have body issues, hence my interest in the topic. (I have
clothing issues, but that's the result of the genetic lottery handing me a series of proportions that average normal but equate to long-short-long, and clothing just isn't designed that way.) I go out of my way to tell women with non-standard beauty that they look fabulous, particularly if they are above that "ideal weight."
How did this happen? First of all, we didn't have any "women's magazines" coming into the home. Tests have shown that women have a more negative self-image after looking at the pictures in those magazines. Moreover, I currently work post-production for a photography studio and I can tell you exactly how much photoshoppery is going on— in other words, those women aren't real. At all. I could take a photo of any one of you and make you look just as fabulous as the women on those covers. Give me enough time and I could even do it on an outdoor background. Anyway. Women's (and girls') magazines are slow poison.
My mother never said anything negative about my body, and though I now know she's always been hard on her own, she never did so in front of me while I was growing up. In fact, I've been her cheerleader sometimes. Recently she was astonished to learn what my normal weight was, because she was anguished when she passed that weight (in her 40s, mind you.) And she thinks of me as thin. (Weight is often deceiving.)
But along with the verbal was the non-verbal. My mother put on makeup for special occasions or church; she did not put it on to wear around the house. She didn't spend time obsessing about clothes when it shouldn't matter, like if we were going camping. She could get ready in a very short period of time. And there were only two full-length mirrors in the house— one in my parents' room and one in the
boys' room. I think that helped, though the interesting side effect of that is that the clothing issues I mentioned above were not explained until my husband pointed out my weird proportionality to me. (Not as a criticism, either, just as a point of interest.)
So. Three things. 1) Keep the negative images out of the house as much as possible. Women's magazines, tabloids, fashion shows on the TV. 2) Always be positive in front of your daughter, or if you can't, say nothing, and back up your words with your actions. 3) Don't give your daughter an opportunity to examine her body too closely and too much. A small mirror so she can check to see if her hair's been brushed is enough.
That's all. And if relatives decide to break #2, feel free to upbraid them in public. Remember, only 2% of women fall into the body category shown on magazine covers, and most of them are unhealthily thin.
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I love you!
The words 'your ass is getting kind of wide' from my father will never leave my mind. He and many his toxins have long been extricated from my life but his words have taken me years to eliminate.
I'm thankful that you are so candid here. It helps me tremendously.
Posted by: Stella at January 24, 2008 02:17 PM (sFS+Z)
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You are already such an awesome mom... the fact that you even REALIZE this is going on in you and how it has affected you is a wonder...
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Thank You
Wow. Many huge, enormous thanks to those who came forward and let me know who you are in my last post. I am heartened/shocked/amazed/humbled by the comments, and am especially glad to see how many mothers/about-to-be mothers/women going through
absolute fiery hell fertility treatment to become mothers there are reading here. I guess it helps me feel like I'm not a total crap mother, because if I was surely you'd have rung the
NSPCC on me instead of reading along.
So thank you.
And as a thank you, we have something to share (a something small) that will be on here for a short while only as I remain a bit twitchy (although I am twitchier about Flickr than I am about my blog site), so check it out while it lasts.
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They are so perfect Helen! Thank you for sharing with us.
abs x
Posted by: abs at January 21, 2008 09:32 AM (Qcs4B)
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They are absolutely perfect
Aren't gummy grins just the best thing, ever???
Posted by: justdawn at January 21, 2008 09:44 AM (ipu+7)
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Beautiful, just beautiful! I second Abs - thank you for sharing them with us.
Posted by: Suzie at January 21, 2008 10:14 AM (weSjv)
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Awwwwww how could those faces not make you crack a smile. They are delicious.
Lucy
Posted by: Lucy at January 21, 2008 10:35 AM (eh3BD)
Posted by: lily at January 21, 2008 10:37 AM (Y8m4l)
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Very cute indeed. Delurking today as couldn't reply comment from work. Only began reading last year - cant re,mmber how I got to you but I came and stuck around!
Posted by: Betty M at January 21, 2008 11:11 AM (cHsw3)
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Priceless.
Thank you for sharing, and for starting my day out right!
Posted by: Angela at January 21, 2008 12:23 PM (DGWM7)
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Absolutely adorable! Thank you for sharing.
Posted by: patndixie at January 21, 2008 12:34 PM (atQwv)
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Nick's hand! Hairy and very grown.
Posted by: stella at January 21, 2008 01:17 PM (sFS+Z)
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Now I'm sure they bring you lots of happiness
Posted by: Mei at January 21, 2008 01:24 PM (Vq5kw)
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Yeah, they made me grin, too. I imagine that makes it all worth while - and what defined characters they both have, even now.
Delurking today, I'm reading you from Scotland, have been for the past year or so, got here from your other blog (and got to that via a comment you made on someone else's blog, I think). I read you because I like you, and I respect your honesty (and your grammar. Sigh. Shallow, me?).
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Posted by: Teresa at January 21, 2008 02:01 PM (SHdM/)
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Must nuzzle top of their heads to get that baby smell. :-D
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Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 21, 2008 02:46 PM (6Mr1k)
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How absolutely delicious! You have an amazing family. Bravo!
Posted by: oddybobo at January 21, 2008 03:11 PM (mZfwW)
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Oh, man. Those are the moments that make you forget all of the screaming.
(ok, MOST of the screaming.)
Posted by: ~Easy at January 21, 2008 03:17 PM (XD24A)
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Damn. They are beautiful, Helen. They certainly brought a smile to my usually sour puss face, LOL! I miss my babies being babies!!!
Posted by: Jill at January 21, 2008 03:35 PM (6MHjx)
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That does make me smile!
And by the way, I tried to comment that day but your site was busy fighting spam and I vowed to go back and try again, but I forgot. But then, you know I'm here so I'm not a lurker....
Posted by: donna at January 21, 2008 03:54 PM (Kco5r)
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I do comment from time to time, but mostly lurk about. Your blog is the only one I read everyday. I don't even remember how/why I started reading, maybe it was infertility as until 30 months ago I never thought I could get pregnant even once. Now Babaganoosch is 21 months and has wayyyyy more energy than I do.
That picture definitely got my morning off to a good start since I got to work.
Posted by: Tif at January 21, 2008 03:58 PM (jCFyL)
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful picture Helen. Although I didn't get a chance to "de-lurk" last week - please consider this my de-lurking message of thanks for all (I can't believe I've been reading since 2005!). I'm a huge fan as you know and continue to visit frequently. You continue to amaze me with your strength and beauty. Please take care of yourself and those precious little ones. All my love, Sarah
Posted by: Sarah from NYC at January 21, 2008 04:00 PM (jtT8p)
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Good god, could they be any cuter? I don't think so.....
Sweetness and light.......
Posted by: Donna at January 21, 2008 04:00 PM (LVxG+)
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Thank you for sharing your beautiful babies. They are beautiful.
Posted by: Cori at January 21, 2008 04:04 PM (wGDlm)
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I love that Nick has mastered the sly grin. Nora's face just squeals HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY! (must be in caps, Ren & Stimpy say so.)
Love it!
Still battling morning sickness and hating those newsletters that come saying "you're well into your second trimester and are full of energy and not praying to the porcelain gods." I am still here, though. Reading but not always commenting. I'm difficult like that.
Posted by: Michele at January 21, 2008 04:08 PM (h1vml)
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I think I might just explode from the cuteness.
Posted by: amber at January 21, 2008 04:18 PM (2uEXJ)
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OH. My. God. They are SO cute. That makes my ovaries hurt...
Posted by: Tracy at January 21, 2008 04:23 PM (zv3bS)
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Toothless grins! Magical!
Posted by: Shannon at January 21, 2008 04:34 PM (xhdBU)
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They are so adorable.I love their smiles...
Posted by: Erica at January 21, 2008 04:58 PM (AZFra)
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I think my heart just melted a little bit.
Posted by: Lisa at January 21, 2008 05:05 PM (rD4OW)
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They are so beautiful.
Posted by: Jill at January 21, 2008 05:08 PM (zbbET)
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Thank you. Wow. What a great way to start the day.
Posted by: Lisa at January 21, 2008 05:36 PM (EcHBm)
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just lovely. definitely made my morning.
Posted by: megan at January 21, 2008 05:59 PM (1O5Qi)
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Yeah!! Woo hoo!! Was back at work today after 4 weeks off sick and felt SOOOOO sorry for myself! To see the little gorgeous fantastic smiling faces of Nick and Nora (next time I'll say Nora and Nice - no bias here!) really did cheer me up and make me smile right back at you! Thanks!
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Posted by: Mas at January 21, 2008 06:07 PM (UGBIN)
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Sweet, sweet, sweet. Enough said.
Posted by: stacie at January 21, 2008 06:45 PM (dZ+qK)
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Hi Helen!
I tried to comment on the other post, but it got lost along the way.
I've been reading your blog for a very long time.
I can't relate to the infertility or twins, but I can relate to depression, anxiety, happiness, sadness...
I can also relate to dates being important. As you track the first needle prick, first sonagram, first everything else, I can relate to one year ago being very sick, the date of my hospital stay, the date my heart beat too fast, christmas coming and going without me.
This year was much better, but I found myself living the holiday season by milestones. Much as you will find yourself living this year.
Oh and lastly, your babies are WAY too cute. I'm honored that you would be willing to show me the pictures on your blog. It makes you and your story that much more real.
grace
Posted by: grace at January 21, 2008 07:45 PM (8OGiU)
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your babies are beautiful, as is your story on how they came to be. I have a daughter that's 20 now and I can still remember they way her hair smelled when she nursed. Those truly are the BEST times.
Posted by: hawgtied at January 21, 2008 07:49 PM (0lRDf)
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Hahaha, beautiful smile there Nora, but I LOVE the look on Nick's face!
Posted by: stephanie at January 21, 2008 08:18 PM (eEi99)
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Cute as hell.
I'd be looking for some little baby feet to tickle.
Posted by: diamond dave at January 21, 2008 08:21 PM (StMrk)
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You did it! I'm smiling! What a great picture, and thank you SO MUCH for sharing it.
Sorry to have missed the mass delurking. I always seem to be a day late and a dollar short.
Posted by: Donna at January 21, 2008 09:58 PM (xCl77)
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I also missed delurking day...but here I am now! I really enjoy reading your blog. The writing is great and the real voice on motherhood is a relief to hear. Your babies are beautiful.
Posted by: Amy at January 21, 2008 10:16 PM (QHL86)
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JUst looking at the twins and the look on your face define, for me, the biblical concept of "Grace' They are obviously loved because they are.
Nick, Nora and Helen are beautiful- in a true state of Grace. It shows- obvious to the casual observer.
Posted by: Foggy at January 21, 2008 11:10 PM (gHAtb)
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I've commented only a few times, but am a regular reader from Canada (in fact, you were very close during your holiday...). This picture most definitely made me smile - thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Leanne at January 21, 2008 11:26 PM (6hS/5)
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hello!
Regular reader in Delaware (moving to Oregon soon!)
We have a B/G twin set by a surrogate.
My heart condition wouldnt let me carry them, but 6 tries later we have our angels!
Thanks for the pics!
Posted by: annie at January 21, 2008 11:29 PM (d/RyS)
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they are so beautiful ... thank you so much for sharing with us!
Posted by: joy at January 21, 2008 11:44 PM (KllT5)
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2 cute
thanks for sharing
Posted by: kate at January 21, 2008 11:58 PM (aYyQx)
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They are just so darn cute. Love the smiles!
Posted by: Erica at January 22, 2008 12:50 AM (D6tE/)
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They are getting so big!
Beautiful.
Posted by: Veronica at January 22, 2008 01:07 AM (wcEVs)
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They. Are. Amazing!
And so are you.
You're blocked at my work again, but I'm still reading just as faithfully as I can.
Your babies, they are the sweetest!
Posted by: Serena at January 22, 2008 03:01 AM (LfElj)
Posted by: awatersign at January 22, 2008 03:15 AM (XzQfe)
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How precious! I love this one. That smile is infectious!
Posted by: kenju at January 22, 2008 04:47 AM (yvCMb)
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Aw Helen, they are so cute -- what utterly infectious smiles!
(I'm puzzled why you would even entertain the thought for one second that you're a crap mother. You sound like a great one to me, and those kids are quite obviously adored.)
Posted by: Kath at January 22, 2008 04:34 PM (lWt74)
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They are too cute! Their little faces are pure joy. Thank you for sharing this precious pic.
Posted by: angel at January 24, 2008 01:46 AM (UZtDr)
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They are too beautiful for words. Congratulations!!!
Posted by: Michele at January 24, 2008 04:51 PM (x+SRz)
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They really are gorgeous.
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January 18, 2008
Time Marches On, aka Hey, Another Baby Post, Who Knew?
Time marches on. The babies are now 3.5 months old, and even though we're only just fitting into size 0-3, they are growing and I know that any attempt to fight it will be like tilting windmills on a whole new scale. And I never much liked windmills anyway, so why charge at them? What'd they ever do to me?
In the past week the babies have started hitting milestones left and right. We're still behind developmentally on most things, although they are doing things in their age group as well. Nora is more advanced physically while Nick has you covered in the other areas. I like to think we're the yin and yang of babyhood here, but then again I'm full of shit.
Nora can hold her head steady very well and has advanced to using the Bumbo, as well as being propped up in her high chair with loads of cushions and blankets (she isn't fed in the high chair but she does keep us company in the kitchen while we're cooking). She's taken to batting hanging toys like tormenting pinatas, her fist curled into a right hook. She rolls to her side constantly and on Wednesday managed to turn herself over by planting her elbow and allowing gravity to do the rest. She was surprised as hell to find herself on her stomach, and she hasn't repeated it since.
She's started blowing spit bubbles, and needs far less burping than before. Although we don't have 16 hours of collicky screaming these days, it's not to say we don't have any. We had an hour of it yesterday that nearly saw me come unglued, worried as I was that we were returning to the days of The Scream. I can't take that anymore. Should it come to that, I will most definitely need medicating of the anti-psychotic variety because I can't take the collicky days for another minute. I'm hopeful the marathon screaming days are over, but Nora remains a very difficult child - although her smiles are enormous and when she's in a great mood she's an absolute dream, she can be very aggressive and angry. Her first impulse at everything is to cry and shout and I'm hopeful that time breaks her of that. She's taken to sucking her thumb to fall asleep, which I know a lot of people will have a problem with but I'm ok about - I'll happily pay for braces someday if it means an end to her screaming today (see: medication. See also: Mummy loses her mind).
Nick is less adept at all things physical, he still has very wonky control of his neck muscles so the Bumbo and the high chair are out. He does sleep on his side most of the time, even though he's always put down on his back. He managed to flip himself onto his stomach on his play gym yesterday, but that too was a one-off and seemed to freak him out a lot. I noticed him reaching for hanging toys today, his hand curled into a fist, and he likes to beat the crap out of them like his aggressive sister.
Nick's first reaction at anything is to smile, which makes everyone worship at his feet. If you talk to him while he's smiling he kicks his feet furiously in excitement. He babbles constantly, and we have pretend conversations with him:
Me: "So what did you do today?"
Nick: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Me: "You cured cancer? Really?"
Nick: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....AH! AH!"
Me: "You're working on what? Resuscitating Britney Spears career? Not going to happen, babe, but sweet of you to try."
Nick: "Ack! Ack ack ack!"
It's a fun game. He makes noises all the time and I love that he does that.
Both babies sleep through the night, all night every night (since returning from holiday, anyway. On holiday sleeping was hell. Let us not speak of that.) They go to bed anywhere from 10:30-11:30 and wake up about 8:30. They no longer get swaddled but sleep in Grobags, which are some of the greatest inventions in the world. If you're looking for other good ideas, I came across Baby Snugglers, created by two moms here in the UK. They're amazing, dead easy to use, very comfortable for the babies, and now they get strapped into them whenever we leave the house. Also, they make them look like Smurfs and I can't tell you how amusing I find that.
And while I'm pimping products that I have found and love, can I just say that I am so glad I bought this and pushed it into action? I'm sentimental. I love that I'll be able to look back on the holidays with them someday. And yes, each baby has their own baby book that I fill out for them, complete with photos, because I am a softie like that.
Neither baby can hold their head up at all while on their stomach, which is something they should've been able to do several weeks ago. We do tummy time, which is where you put them on the floor on their stomach to work their neck muscles - you dangle toys, talk to them, have mirrors they can look in. However my children's reaction is to shout with a "Fuck you and your toys, lady. We hate the tummy time." and we invariably flip them back over after about 10 minutes of ear-bleeding screaming.
The biggest and greatest milestone is suddenly the babies have started looking at each other. Strange but true, they've been together in one form or another for almost 12 months now, but once born they couldn't seem to see each other even if they spent their time moving towards one another when placed in the same bed. Put one in front of the other and they'd just avoid eye contact. But while in Seattle last week, suddenly Nora was looking at Nick and grinning (OK, he was screaming at the time which makes her an unkind chick, but it was nice to see her looking at him.) And yesterday he started looking at her. The babies finally exist to each other, which seemed to take a long time. I wonder at what point they'll start talking - "Listen, Nick, you didn't have to spend your time in utero kicking me in the head." "Oh yeah, Nora? Well that's what you get for squishing me into Mom's pelvis and hogging all the good nutrients!" I figure as long as no one retorts with a "Yo Mama!" we'll be ok.
So developmentally the babies are doing things anywhere from 11 weeks-15 weeks. As they were 4 weeks premature that means...actually I don't have a clue what that means. We are where we are, and we don't stress over it.
I have had some heartbreak, though.
My babies are still tiny but they're long babies and they're babies that have worked out how to scoot around. As a result, the crib that they were sharing was beginning to not work anymore as even though we would put them down seperately, they'd move towards each other everytime, and if one of them would wake up they'd kick the other awake. The babies have been together every time they slept more or less, apart from Nick's stint in Special Care and the periodic Nora Colic Screaming fit that Nick couldn't sleep next to, but now the time had come to erect the second crib and seperate them.
Yesterday, I put the crib together.
Last night, for the first time in their little lives (again, apart from the Special Care nights), Nick and Nora slept apart.
My babies are growing, and although I sometimes miss the days when they slept all day (thereby freeing me up to, you know, breathe) I love all the new things they're doing.
And I have already bought Nora one present for her 1st birthday, as I saw it and thought it was something I couldn't resist. I like to think it's me embracing their growing up. I think I even believe it, too.
-H.
PS-I am reliably told that this week is De-Lurking Week. Since I'm in the weeds in both dealing with emails and blogging (I lost all my bookmarks while we were away, so my apologies), I would understand if you wanted to cold-shoulder me. But if you would like to say hi in honor of De-Lurking Day (I have my own rules here, why do in a week what we can do in one day?), it would be nice to know who's out there, reading.
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First... I'm so delurking! I'm the queen of delurking, to tell the truth :- )
You still impress me on a daily basis, so hold on to the small things!
Lily
Posted by: lily at January 18, 2008 11:31 AM (Y8m4l)
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I'll happily de-lurk. Have been out here reading for ages so nice to finally say HI! Like many other people your writing is one of my 'small things'. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and journey. The wee ones are the best!
Posted by: Mas at January 18, 2008 11:53 AM (UGBIN)
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Your wish is my command - thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Tarantulady at January 18, 2008 12:02 PM (ipvGd)
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Not de-lurking as I comment all the time. However, please note that the blog link actually goes to a blog now.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 18, 2008 12:23 PM (XD24A)
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Not de-lurking :-p, but figured I'd say "hey lady I'm still reading".
Posted by: Angela at January 18, 2008 12:41 PM (DGWM7)
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It's me here...you know...Have a good day...
Posted by: mitzi at January 18, 2008 12:44 PM (cB5ML)
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Hi, delurking! I am a long longtime reader from Germany and love reading you but never leave a comment. I loved reading before you had the babies and since I am a fairly new mother too, I was delighted to read about your pregnancy and the twins. So no worries about being a mommy blogger (for some time)!!
Posted by: Anne at January 18, 2008 12:50 PM (lQrkQ)
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Hi, delurking! I am a long longtime reader from Germany and love reading you but never leave a comment. I loved reading before you had the babies and since I am a fairly new mother too, I was delighted to read about your pregnancy and the twins. So no worries about being a mommy blogger (for some time)!! Anne
Posted by: Anne at January 18, 2008 12:53 PM (lQrkQ)
Posted by: Suzie at January 18, 2008 01:18 PM (weSjv)
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Hello from Ohio! I start my mornings by checking your blog. I have three children - the youngest will be two on January 30th so I love hearing about the babies, I miss mine being tiny. Even a world away mothers have the same problems and worries for their children.
Posted by: Kerisa at January 18, 2008 01:23 PM (PsyC+)
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Hi, delurking - has it really been a year since the last one? Things have changed so much for you (less so for me). Hope you have seen the last of Nora's colic for all your sakes...
Posted by: Anna at January 18, 2008 01:39 PM (sQt7w)
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de-lurking... an avid reader from Hong Kong.
Posted by: 3e at January 18, 2008 01:45 PM (uG/6d)
Posted by: ~Easy at January 18, 2008 01:46 PM (IVGWz)
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Delurking from Toronto, Canada. Been lurking for years. My baby is now almost 8, and, believe me, the crying and the stress go by so quickly you'll hardly remember it. It just seems endless and unbearable when you're in the thick of it. All the best to you & Angus & babes.
Posted by: Tracy at January 18, 2008 01:46 PM (Yj2qM)
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Just dropping in to say hi and congratulations. I've been following you for years -- I am sure you can appreciate how far you've come, but even I'm amazed at how much I'm still addicted to your stories. Thank you for pouring out your heart on these pages and letting us grow with you!
Posted by: dawn at January 18, 2008 01:51 PM (HT2EY)
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Delurking from Maryland. I absolutely love your blog: your honesty, your intelligence, your infinite wit, and your insightful observations of life. You rock and thank you for what you share. You are an inspiration!
Posted by: Sue at January 18, 2008 01:59 PM (h2wrz)
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I love the fish in the window and the tutu is precious! Also, I need to get me one of those holiday books!
Posted by: oddybobo at January 18, 2008 02:00 PM (mZfwW)
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Just a heads-up— when they start to talk, twins often develop "twinspeak", which is their own private language. It's perfectly normal. Also, when they begin speaking normal English you'll be able to tell which is the dominant twin because the other will tend to say "we" instead of "I".
I have a friend who worked on a "multiples" magazine for years. She's full of info.
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 18, 2008 02:00 PM (tie24)
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I'm still here, every day, cheering you on and amazed at your insight.
Posted by: BeachGirl at January 18, 2008 02:13 PM (RgeoX)
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Delurking from Idaho! I comment every once in a while but read you every day.
Good luck with the babies......it goes by so fast. My two boys are 10 and 7 and it just feels like yesterday that they were babies.
Posted by: Kali at January 18, 2008 02:13 PM (AoQfq)
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Still here, reading every day!
Posted by: Heather at January 18, 2008 02:15 PM (s0rhn)
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Delurking from California. Long time reader, first time commenter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. I think you have a beautiful gift to be able to express yourself in writing as you do!
Posted by: jacque at January 18, 2008 02:18 PM (mRsH1)
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I'm not a lurker but I'll say hi! The fairy wings are so beautiful.
Those babies are so amazing. I can't get over the fact that they are already over 3 months old...
Posted by: donna at January 18, 2008 02:23 PM (Kco5r)
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I'm not a lurker but I'll say hi! The fairy wings are beautiful. I wish I had a set.
Those babies are so amazing. I can't get over the fact that they are already over 3 months old...
Posted by: donna at January 18, 2008 02:25 PM (Kco5r)
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I'm not a lurker, but I'll leave the comment-y love anyway.
I cannot get over those babies! What a pair! Do they make those fairy wings in my size?
Posted by: donna at January 18, 2008 02:28 PM (Kco5r)
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Ok, so I am not exactly lurking just not commenting. I must go find Evan a baby book now, if you can do two I can do one.
Posted by: Kathy at January 18, 2008 02:29 PM (U1Ib2)
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I'm a big fan of yours, Helen. Thanks for letting me share your journey through your beautiful writing.
Posted by: Catherine at January 18, 2008 02:36 PM (1TwTf)
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Hi! I'm reading you from Burleson, Texas. I like your blog very much. I'm so happy for you having twins because I'm a twin too. I can tell you are enjoying them every minute. That is good. They grown so fast.
Posted by: PrimoDonna at January 18, 2008 02:37 PM (CXFLl)
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You're still the first blog I go to every day!! I can't believe how fast the babes are growing... thanks for sharing the updates!
Camino
Posted by: Çamino at January 18, 2008 02:49 PM (97jrp)
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Still here, still worshippiing at your feet every single day! Dont ever stop baby blogging I adore it.
Cheryl
Posted by: Cheryl at January 18, 2008 02:55 PM (n3lCA)
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I just love the colors of your nursery! It looks so happy and bright in there! Glad the babes are sleeping through the night!
Posted by: Tracey at January 18, 2008 02:55 PM (jgdKP)
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De-lurking seems a reasonable enough request. I've been following you for a few months now. Your babies were born right around the same time as my son, and I like to read your blog and exclaim "Baby Boy does that too!" As if maybe our three children are the only ones sitting in Bumbos or declining tummy time.
Posted by: Jillian at January 18, 2008 03:01 PM (n8XnF)
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Hi Helen, I read you every day. Love your blog, love your babies, love you all! My babies are all grown up but I get to relive those days (without actually having to experience them) when I read your blog - thank you for your wonderful writing.
Posted by: Karen at January 18, 2008 03:05 PM (wGsq1)
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Hi! I comment sometimes, and I just love reading your story. Thank you so much for sharing with us.
Posted by: Meredith at January 18, 2008 03:08 PM (S/zIM)
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Hi there! Delurking from Eugene, Oregon. I read you every day, but tend to get shy about commeting... Love your blog, and have really appreciated your honest and lovely writing this year as I have tried to get pregnant myself...
Happy 3.5 mo's!
Stephanie
Posted by: stephanie at January 18, 2008 03:10 PM (eEi99)
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Delurking from the deep South, USA. Read your blog first thing every morning! My grandson, who screamed almost to Nora's standards, also HATED tummy time. When he learned to roll over on his own, he liked it much better--guess because HE did it.
Posted by: patndixie at January 18, 2008 03:11 PM (atQwv)
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Not delurking, since I comment pretty frequently.
Love the fairy outfit! Before you know it, you'll be sharing pictures of Nora in it. The cribs look great, and I can imagine them reaching out to each other through the bars when they figure out that hand-eye coordination thing.
Posted by: Amanda at January 18, 2008 03:13 PM (ay+rD)
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at January 18, 2008 03:37 PM (+MvHD)
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Not de-lurking, just the normal visit.
Just letting you know I'm having surgery on Monday, so if I don't get around for a bit, that's why...
It always amazes me how quickly they grow up. My four are 32 to 24 and I STILL remember the days they were tiny. Goodness... I am not any older, right? How can THEY be?
Happy days, Helen. Enjoy! {{hugs}}
Posted by: sue at January 18, 2008 03:40 PM (WbfZD)
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Still reading. I've given up on e-mailing you though!
Posted by: Jen(aside) at January 18, 2008 03:53 PM (f7Hde)
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Delurking to say how much I enjoy your writing. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Sarah at January 18, 2008 03:56 PM (xB/ZV)
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I can't believe they're already close to four months already. Jesus. Time flies. Seriously.
Posted by: statia at January 18, 2008 03:59 PM (lHsKN)
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Hello from the Midlands! I'm always here reading and soaking up the commentary. Just never feel like I have anything profound to say and I don't think 'Ditto' on the back of someone else's comment would cut it. Anyway, I'm trying to keep a low profile these days as I go through my latest (and last, for now) round with the Home Office (ILR, wahoo!).
Thanks for being here and sharing your life with us.
Posted by: tanis at January 18, 2008 04:03 PM (6cH2N)
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Mommies are so bossy. Delurking to say hello to a wonderful writer and a woman of courage and integrity.
MissKelly
Posted by: MissKelly at January 18, 2008 04:05 PM (AMZ9n)
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Hello from snowy Nebraska! I'm a grandmother and your blog recalls old memories.
Posted by: Annette at January 18, 2008 04:13 PM (Y6Wv4)
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Long time reader from California saying hello! Love the blog, the babies are adorable. I appreciate your honesty and frankness while writing about real life, you are truly a talented writer.
Posted by: kim at January 18, 2008 04:23 PM (VKX/O)
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I'm commented a few times, but to make it official - Hello from Minnesota! I'm currently seven months pregnant with identical twins and reading your blog and seeing how you deal with two, the tips and tricks, have meant the world to me. I have several posts bookmarked even!
Posted by: erinErin at January 18, 2008 04:49 PM (xgPLZ)
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I would like to lick the person who invented Grobags. After swaddling failed to contain the Prawn, we were wondering what the hell we were going to do as she obviously spends her nights fighting off imaginary lions. She has been in Grobags since 3 months as isn't getting out of them anytime soon!
By the way, I also have a Prawn-centric blog at http://rockmama14.blogspot.com. I cross post sometimes with Blogapotamus, but it's definitely all about her.
Posted by: blogapotamus at January 18, 2008 04:58 PM (S0yID)
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Hi from Ohio..I love reading your blog.I have left comments before,but I think its been awhile.Glad that you and the babies are doing good.
Posted by: Erica at January 18, 2008 04:59 PM (AZFra)
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Hello from Ohio! Delurking to say that I've really enjoyed reading both this site and your other one. Best of luck this year to you, Angus, and the babies. And Gorby, of course. And Melissa and Jeff. I think that covers everyone.
Posted by: Sarah at January 18, 2008 05:01 PM (ifhg+)
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Still here and reading every day.Good to hear the babies are sleeping thru the night.
Posted by: butterflies at January 18, 2008 05:03 PM (eWiSy)
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Considering that I have left more comments (infrequent as they may be) on your blog, than anywhere else on earth, I don't know that I'm still considered a lurker. But. . . Hi, Helen!! I'm admiring and enjoying you find your way around the hairpin curves of new motherhood. The babies are sooooo beautiful. . . and so are you. I wish you peace and joy, every day.
Posted by: Deb at January 18, 2008 05:03 PM (GOFVL)
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I'll raise my hand and de-lurk too. I've been reading your writings for a bit now -- my daughter was colic too (she is now
, so, I get it!
My best to you and your family!
Chris
Posted by: Christina at January 18, 2008 05:04 PM (DZPwC)
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Hey-o from Cali.
Still here, still feel ya! ...and not in a creepy way, of course. heh.
Posted by: cHRISTINA at January 18, 2008 05:09 PM (b4jrh)
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Aww, it's a milestone-a-minute, sometimes. They are growing so fast! I bet it will be no time at all before they are found pressed up against the bars as close together as possible, each with an arm through the bars to touch the other. I love that you stuck the two cribs close enough together to allow this. Shows how very in touch you are. The nursery is wonderfully cheerful; one of my favorite details is the hardware on the windows! The curlicues remind me of elf shoes.
Happy Delurking Day, I will admit I am enjoying "meeting" all these new people in your comments.
I read the comments as if they were part of the posts and will admit to coming back more than once to see what someone else had to say. I suppose this makes me a bit of a lurker so I'm now delurking. Hehe. Nice to be getting to know you all! Thanks Helen.
You give great parties. Have a great day; I hope you get hundreds of comments.
Posted by: Lisa at January 18, 2008 05:12 PM (EcHBm)
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Delurking to say hello. Long time reader, infrequent poster with b/g twins three months older than Nick and Nora. Don't worry about the disdain for tummy time - both of mine hated it too and now they are both rolling from front to back, back to front, and hanging out on their tummies, trying to figure out how to crawl - I really can't believe it.
Love your blog, and if you ever want a peak into what the next few months hold for the babes, drop me a line.
Posted by: Jeannine at January 18, 2008 05:14 PM (NzjX3)
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Delurking from Phoenix, Arizona. I am struggling myself with fertility issues and I came across your blog via your flickr site. Reading about your babies is comfort to me and you really keeo it real. I know that is cliché, but you right very honestly and I appreciate that.
Posted by: Laura Anne at January 18, 2008 05:14 PM (hEwYk)
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Hello from Hawaii! I have been reading you for about almost 2 years, commenting maybe 4 times in those years!! You are one of the first sites I visit in the morning over a bowl of cereal. No worries about the baby post's, I have two kids 7 and 5 and another one on the way. Woo Hoo kids!
Love your writing and Happy De-Lurking Day!
Oh, congrats on Nora's quietness!
Posted by: Bonnie at January 18, 2008 05:38 PM (ri1ak)
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Hi!
I,too, have been reading your blog since you conceived your little darlings. We were due around the same time. My twins (identical boys) were born on Sept. 9, 5 weeks early. We are looking at similar milestones and it is such fun! Our boys, too, have just discovered each other....crazy. We have a 5 year old boy, too. I know how hard it is to write, but feel free to connect if you ever need a pal in the trenches.
Thank you for your wonderful blog!
Peace and calm,
Alissa
Posted by: Alissa at January 18, 2008 06:04 PM (Ymi3X)
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delurking here, although i have commented maybe 2 or 3 times. i check in with your blog on a daily basis. i began reading it about 3 1/2 years ago via an ex-boyfriend joey (i can't quite remember how he found you) and i am hooked!! you are a terrific writer, i just don't see how you have the time with your family, pets, and other obligations!! as long as you continue to write, i will continue to read! :0)
Posted by: deborah at January 18, 2008 06:19 PM (piMxm)
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Hi. I am Stacie from California, and I read your blog daily. I have posted a few times, but I am delurking anyway!
I also have twins. They are still in the hospital (they were born at 28 weeks), but I hope to have them home any day now!
Posted by: stacie at January 18, 2008 06:31 PM (dZ+qK)
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Hi! I think I've left a comment or two. But I'll delurk for today.
I'm from California and I've been reading for at least 3 or 4 years, (who can remember that far back?)
Love your blog.
Oh, and your babies? They are too cute!
grace
Posted by: grace at January 18, 2008 06:33 PM (8OGiU)
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Big fan of yours from previous blogging. Delurking to say you make beautiful babies! Thank you for sharing yor rough road and your smooth road with strangers. Your experience has taught me many things.
Posted by: Cori at January 18, 2008 06:59 PM (wGDlm)
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Admittedly, I've been lurking when it comes to the babies, though I've certainly commented other times. I don't have to add that's not along the "awww, cute!" and "you're a great mom, they're lucky to have you" lines, though I toss those out whenever I think they're good.
I love reading your blog and have done for... I don't know how many years now. I don't know why, I just enjoy your writing and continually root for you. Good luck with everything!
Posted by: Hannah at January 18, 2008 07:09 PM (lUH62)
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Delurking. Also from Phoenix, Arizona. I have no idea how I found your blog, only that I've been reading it for several months now and really enjoy it.
Which is kind of weird because (at this point, at least) we have very little in common. Guess I just like you. And your writing.
Posted by: Amy at January 18, 2008 07:09 PM (WutUv)
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Delurking. I've got a new son, eight weeks old. Honestly don't know how parents of multiples cope (I know, you just do). My youngest brother and sister are twins, born 6 weeks early. My sister sounds a lot like your Nora - she was a 'difficult' baby, angry, agressive toddler. Now she is the most charming, funny, rebellious, free-thinking 15 year-old. And totally in love with her new nephew.
Posted by: anna at January 18, 2008 07:12 PM (nlREt)
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Hello,
Another delurking here. I've very much enjoyed reading your blog over the last year. I first became hooked via your other blog; I'm struggling to get pregnant, had a miscarriage, blah blah and found a lot of solace in listening to your story. You're really a wonderful writer so please keep up the great work! It's definitely a 'small thing' I look forward to each day.
-Sarah
Posted by: Sarah at January 18, 2008 07:19 PM (fJpeI)
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My Oldest had a screaming hour for about a month when she was 3 months old. Nothing we could do would make her stop crying. The doctor told us it was her way of decompressing after taking in so much stuff during the day and what she was really saying was "I need a BEER!". She would always start at 6pm on the dot.
Posted by: Amy at January 18, 2008 07:24 PM (VxnWV)
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Delurking, too. I started reading your other blog the month I was going through IVF treatments. You were in the hospital giving birth and I was waiting to test. You gave birth and I found out I was pregnant! You went home with two babies and I found out I was having twins! So I read your blog voraciously to find out what's next in my reproductive and parental life. Thanks for being so generous to your readers.
Posted by: Erika Bailey at January 18, 2008 07:34 PM (jDrc6)
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I lurk all the time. Would you consider me a vocal lurker?
Posted by: diamond dave at January 18, 2008 08:25 PM (lvxeX)
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I'm glad Nora has (mostly) outgrown the colic - you have a tough job as a mommy of twins, and you're doing it so well!
Posted by: Suze at January 18, 2008 08:42 PM (ZgwzU)
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AS always I enjoy your posts
Posted by: ethansmama at January 18, 2008 09:18 PM (6ooUu)
Posted by: Uccellina at January 18, 2008 09:24 PM (emYvd)
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I don't lurk, but I don't want to be left out either.
Almost 4 months? Holy hell, time has flown!!!
Posted by: Teresa at January 18, 2008 09:43 PM (e1fP6)
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I comment occasionally but read every day.
Most places I go online, I am just part of the background. I suppose I can live with that...
Posted by: justdawn at January 18, 2008 10:04 PM (PDbRw)
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Fuck developmental milestones. Seriously. As my little screaming mimi (like Nora, screamed for three months) was 4 weeks early as well, I always subtracted four weeks. Tummy time is a bastard, P never liked it either. Granted, she also had reflux and whenever put on her stomach would vomit, so...consequently she wasn't great at neck and upper body strength. Today she is an energetic, running, jumping, climbing trees (not really, that's an Eddie Izzard thing) 18 month old. Her head doesn't loll about aimlessly or anything sinister like that.
It's a huge cliche, but they all develop at their own pace. Plus you've got that whole -4 weeks thing on your side!
Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 18, 2008 10:24 PM (1NDGw)
Posted by: rosy at January 18, 2008 11:03 PM (bEVc/)
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daily reader, infrequent commenter....i adore your blog.
glad to hear that Nora's colic is calming down. my sister (also a Nora) had horrific colic, so i know what a toll it can take.
anxious to hear how the babes fare in their seperate cribs. . i'm sure it must be difficult to reach this stage.
i love the product recommendations too -- keep them coming! i need all the help i can get in that regard right now.
Posted by: megan at January 18, 2008 11:16 PM (1O5Qi)
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I'm still here! I think I want that tutu too. For me :-)
Posted by: Vita at January 18, 2008 11:21 PM (sQEH6)
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Daily reader...absolutely amazing your journey has been!
Posted by: Steff at January 19, 2008 12:32 AM (dicdr)
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have been reading awhile--congratulations on the twins. you have an amazing way with words! really enjoyable to read(even the bad stuff!).
Posted by: kate at January 19, 2008 12:57 AM (wPJgs)
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Hiya, as always I am here. If I was only allowed to read one blog ever, then it would be yours.
Posted by: Fleat at January 19, 2008 01:05 AM (eoquk)
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I look forward to hearing about your adventures in life. Thank you for sharing your precious moments.
Posted by: angel at January 19, 2008 01:09 AM (UZtDr)
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Hi *waves* I comments maybe 50% of the time? Sorry about that.
Nora reminds me so much of my daughter, with the screaming and the angriness and just the general high-maintainence of her. Around 12mths old, Amy became like a different person and now she is a pretty laid back Toddler and lovely to be around.
Looking forward to reading more of you.
Posted by: Veronica at January 19, 2008 01:31 AM (0IolY)
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Hi,
I've been reading since... Ummm... You remember those blogwars stories that Don from AngerManagement did where he was trying to win you away from Jim at snoozebuttondreams... yeah, then. I don't comment much, but then I don't comment much anywhere. I will say that your site has made me cry in the good ways and bad ways more often than I can count, and for that, i have to thank you for sharing.
Take care, girlie.
Tommy.
Posted by: Tommy at January 19, 2008 01:52 AM (Ffmbd)
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I have been a lurker for some time now. I found you on your other blog when I was trying to get pregnant way back when(My daughter is now 5 months old). Let's see it has been over a year now. I have left a few comments....just wanted to say HI!!! Congrats on the babies. They sound absolutly ADORABLE...wobbly head..screaming fits and ALL!!
Thanks for sharing all of your ups and downs with the world...there are times when I feel like you say what I am thinking. ***Confession*** I had my husband read the one where you talked about how you felt about yourself a couple of weeks after you had the babies...ie how could anyone find me attractive when I wear a sports bra 24/7!!! After he read that I think he understood a lot more!
Posted by: Melissa at January 19, 2008 02:10 AM (9dp9D)
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Hi. I think you know I read all the time as I've mentioned your blog more than once on mine. First of all, I'm in awe of the amazing way you write. You really have a way about it. Secondly, I love to read the things you write about your twins, because it really brings me back. Although mine are only 6 months older, they change so much in that time. Everything you are writing, I could have written (although not nearly as eloquently). Nora is similiar to my Hailey, and Nick sounds like Jake. The yin and the yang, the non-stop-smiler and the trier-of-my-patience, both equally the loves of my life.
Don't worry about the milestones. Mine were the same exact way. And BOY did they scream during tummy time! Yours are already ahead, mine didn't roll over until like 5-6 months for the first time! Now Hailey is crawling like a demon, and Jake is just about there. It all evens out in time.
I love the idea of the Christmas book! I'm going to order that now. And LOVE the fairy wings!
Anyway, love the updates, and thanks for commenting on my blog!
Posted by: Erica at January 19, 2008 04:07 AM (D6tE/)
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well, since it's de-lurking day...
Hi, I'm 19 and I live in Canada. I've been reading your blog for 3 years now, and so do two of my friends. We're big fans! When you got engaged and when you got pregnant everyone called each other to share the news. Though we can't much relate to the baby issues, it's sort of nice to have a heads up on it all.
keep writing!
Posted by: anna at January 19, 2008 06:37 AM (1gEvJ)
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I have also been a lurker for many years now. I lost track of you when my computer died and i went un-net for over a year. I came back just in time to find out not only were you expecting but you were giving birth in about 2 months. I am from the US (Georgia), married to the same man for 34 years (why yes i was 4 when i got married) :-) I am enjoying the twins stories and seeing your family grow - i know you know - you are truly blessed.
Posted by: karen at January 19, 2008 07:33 AM (ZLbFS)
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Not delurking as such, but just checking in to say HI! I love the fairy wings. Amy refuses to wear hers, I will have to get a pic sometime soon.
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 19, 2008 07:40 AM (mDcVU)
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I'm reading every day. I have a kinship to Nora. My first reaction to everything is to scream also. I'm glad she's done with TheWeWontMentionItSoWeDontJinxIt though. I'll never know how you and everyone else lived through it.
Have a great weekend!
Posted by: Stella at January 19, 2008 04:15 PM (sFS+Z)
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Hi! I've been reading you since twistedovaries which I linked to from another blog (don't quite remember which one)delurking for the first time though. Thank you for being so honest in your writing. I look forward to what's in store for your family in the future!
Posted by: Abe at January 19, 2008 05:13 PM (JxR0J)
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You know I'm here everyday! I love your progress reports on the babies!
Posted by: kenju at January 19, 2008 05:47 PM (yvCMb)
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de-lurking from North Carolina ... I can't say exactly how long I've been reading you ... but I'm so glad that you are sharing your story ... and glad that things are looking up with the "ThingWeWon'tMentionSoAsNotToJinxIt"
smiles
Posted by: joy at January 19, 2008 06:39 PM (KllT5)
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Always here.....just wanted to share a secret, ssshhh don't tell, but I sucked my thumb when I was little (and still do when I'm am super tired!) and it never did me or my teeth any harm, love Bugs Bunny. Seriously, it's not been a problem.
It's less than 2 weeks till my wedding so if I don't catch up with you before I'll be back reading in March.
Posted by: Becks at January 19, 2008 09:11 PM (+F4jH)
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I may not comment much these days, but I always love coming by to read your posts.
You're on an amazing journey and I thank you for sharing it with us -- the sunny and the dark.
Posted by: Tinker at January 19, 2008 09:32 PM (rU3SM)
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Hi from Michelle in Tennessee! I love reading about your sweet babies. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Posted by: Michelle at January 20, 2008 02:22 AM (9DCVU)
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I comment occasionally and lurk every day, in fact your blog is the first one I turn to when I log in for blogtime - way more fun than tummytime I think.
Mia
Posted by: Mia at January 20, 2008 10:03 AM (k2L5m)
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I am still lurking. I love reading and look forward to your posts everyday.
Erin from Colorado
Posted by: Erin at January 20, 2008 06:32 PM (48jPo)
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I've been reading you for years. Both blogs, actually. Originally by my first name and original blog, but now my pseudo name and new blog.
I send my love.
Posted by: Mia at January 20, 2008 07:27 PM (iUfJz)
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Hi from New Zealand!
Your blog is the first thing I read every morning. You usually post while I am sleeping due to the time difference so I visit first thing with my morning coffee :-)
Lucy
Posted by: Lucy at January 20, 2008 08:28 PM (wAWDE)
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I read you Sunday to Thursday, so I always end up late to these sort of things!
I've been reading you since that Swedish winter. I was going through my own winter at the time; Alberta can be a very desolate place. Things have gotten infinitely better, though I'm still working on it. I so look forward to your words.
I am so glad things have worked out so well for you. Even though there is still struggle, there is so much joy and so much light. It is so wonderful and you deserve every bit of it.
Thank you for letting us join you on your journey.
~L
PS: The babies are SO. CUTE.
Posted by: Laura at January 20, 2008 10:28 PM (eiagc)
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G'day from Melbourne Australia.
Posted by: flikka at January 20, 2008 10:36 PM (/jd2/)
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Hi! Long-time reader, almost never commenter. I have always loved the sometimes raw honesty of your writing and as someone who wants to be a mother in a few years, I really like how you never sugarcoat the ups and downs of motherhood.
Posted by: awatersign at January 20, 2008 11:34 PM (XzQfe)
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Kathy from Cool, California. So happy for you! Mommyhood suits you.
Posted by: Kathy at January 21, 2008 12:00 AM (/CoEY)
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Howdy from Tennessee. I am a mom of 5, the newest little one was born 11/2. I've been reading your blog since you found out it was twins. Your writing never fails to make me cry because you put into words what I feel so often. Thank you for that and keep writing!
Posted by: southern girl at January 21, 2008 02:27 AM (BXZxy)
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Me? Lurk? Nevah! Hah.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that when Babylove was first born (also 4 weeks early) they (the nurses and pediatrician, etc.) cautioned about developmental delays but by the time he was at one year, the lag? She was gone. Totally.
He turned two yesterday. It's all happening so fast!
Love love love,
Posted by: Margi at January 21, 2008 02:42 AM (6jQIM)
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You have been my first read of the day for years. First from Hong Kong - then 18 months (2004/05) from London - all of 2006 from New York and, since January 2007 back lurking from Hong Kong.
Laurence
Posted by: laurence at January 21, 2008 02:53 AM (q8Wkw)
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Separating them from the same crib was a hard night. Mine still sleep in cribs/beds next to each other and like to hold hands while sleeping. It's sweet to see them so close.
Posted by: Mel at January 21, 2008 03:17 AM (Vn6Bc)
Posted by: Heidi at January 21, 2008 06:39 AM (9qaP4)
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Hi Helen! that's it, just wanted to say hi!
Posted by: Suzie at January 21, 2008 10:15 AM (weSjv)
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Reading you for years now (back to the days when you guys used to send a teddy bear on his adventurous journey
), first from Germany and now from England. But I'm a bit shy when it comes to commenting... All the best
Posted by: Ann at January 21, 2008 10:19 AM (vO+5y)
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Hi Helen, I have been reading you for what seems like always. I haven't a clue anymore how I found your site, but I have stuck around because you are outstanding.
When I became a mom almost five years ago I struggled with so many things, I felt I did everything wrong and that my little girl was going to grow up to be the most ill adjusted child ever. I was talking to one of my friends about it all and she said, there is not such thing as an A+ mom, so stop trying to be one. Shot for a B+ mom instead. For some reason, that helped me greatly and still does.
I think you are doing an amazing job of adjusting to motherhood, something that you could never prepare for or even imaging all the changes it creates.
Posted by: Rachel at January 21, 2008 12:34 PM (wRKk7)
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Hello Helen,
Mike from Denmark here, have been reading your blog for almost a year (but read through the archives as well, once you got me hooked).
I am about to become a father this very week, my wife is BPD (most likely; it was your writing about it that cued me in on what the heck was going on...
), and I used to work for a Swedish company too. Best wishes!
Posted by: Mike at January 21, 2008 02:30 PM (80TnW)
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Hi, it's Kimberly from Maryland. I love reading you, you inspire me and make me laugh and cry. Thank you.
Posted by: Kimberly at January 21, 2008 02:41 PM (dyZZj)
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Hey, lurking shields down. Sorry, I didn't catch up on this sooner. I'm out here reading. I comment infrequently, but love to read all the things you have to say. It's been fun to watch you and the babies grow into this new family. Your words are so beautiful and your stories clearly give hope and humor to so many people. Sure, you have bad days, but your words are so clear and so real, it makes me wish I could reach out and offer up a hug.
Christopher
Posted by: Mr.Thomas at January 21, 2008 04:21 PM (LsM3K)
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Hi- I know I'm late on the delurking, but I wanted you to know that I love your blog and I think you are an amazing strong woman! I found your site when I was having troubles getting pregnant. Happily, I am currently 15 weeks along! I love reading your site through the week, you always have something to say that makes me think, or that makes me smile. Keep up the good work, and I'm so so happy for you that Nora's colic seems to be over.
-Erica
SLC, UT
Posted by: Erica at January 21, 2008 05:27 PM (AsFx1)
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I'm late on the delurking, but I've been a faithful reader for years. So long that I can't remember when I started reading your writing.
Posted by: Kimberly at January 21, 2008 06:24 PM (4Yc0K)
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Monica from Mississippi. I read weekly if I can. Glad Nora is doing better. My baby had colic for 6 months. Crazy was my favorite word. Happy for you that things are better.
Posted by: monica at January 21, 2008 10:05 PM (rlAwz)
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I have friends that are girl/girl twins and even as children when they shared a room one would always end up in the others bed and they slept in the same bed for years and I am pretty sure it was a subconscious thing. I love reading your blog; I look forward to it daily.
Posted by: Missgirlbliss at January 22, 2008 02:15 AM (Ge15a)
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Just a friend in Marietta, GA that finds your writing fantastic and inspiring . . . I love to read your posts, and I don't mind ONE BIT if they are all about Nick and Nora!! Happy De-Lurking Day (and sorry I'm a day or so late!).
Posted by: Heather at January 22, 2008 04:13 AM (4+h3e)
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Just a friend in Marietta, GA that finds your writing fantastic and inspiring . . . I love to read your posts. I stumbled upon your Flickr page and followed you to here . . . I'm so glad I did. And -- I don't care ONE BIT -- if ALL of your posts are about Nick and Nora!! Happy De-Lurking Day (sorry if I'm a day or so late -- we'll chalk it up to the time change between Marietta and London.)
Posted by: Heather at January 22, 2008 04:16 AM (4+h3e)
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Hello from Phoenix, AZ. I've been reading your blog since that cold dark winter in Sweden. I rejoiced in the prospect of Dream Job and followed you through therapy. I have my own mental issues that I have to try at every day. Your writing is an inspiration to me, to everyone really, and your style is very amazingly...everyday.
I read most days, that's about as close to "religiously" as I get.
You are wonderful Helen, keep up the great mommy-ing and entertaining us.
Posted by: Carrie at January 22, 2008 06:00 AM (fDl/T)
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Not a lurker, just an infrequent commenter from Florida.
The first post I ever read to the first blog I read regularly was about Von Petty Pumpkin and you telling him that it should fill him right up. Lots of good stuff followed, and here we are.
Posted by: Robert at January 22, 2008 07:00 AM (vsMzD)
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I still read, through links from time to time via bloglines.
Posted by: previously, princess seakitty at January 22, 2008 10:18 AM (yV9oI)
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I've been reading awhile now. I'm not totally regular though, but you probably see me linking in through bloglines.
Sorry for the double post, secondary to typo.
Posted by: PrincessSeaKitty at January 22, 2008 11:55 AM (yV9oI)
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Oh, I just saw this! Hi! Greatly enjoying reading about the exploits of Nick & Nora. And, of course, their mother.
Posted by: Kim at January 22, 2008 04:17 PM (+z19m)
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Is it possible to be a closet lurker? I've emerged occasionally (everyone needs snacks), but mostly stay in the closet. I've visited you since Twisted Ovaries, and want to thank you for the window into your world. Helps keep mine in perspective during all this IVF insanity!
all the best,
Jodie
Posted by: jodie at January 22, 2008 05:04 PM (4twyr)
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Delurking as well. I have 5 yr old b/g twins and your posts are bringing back memories for me. I remember well the first night of having 2 cribs side by side. Very bitter-sweet.
Posted by: Melissa at January 23, 2008 12:49 AM (mY8kJ)
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It has been a while since I have commented. I figured I would "de-lurke". I enjoy your posts about the babies. I have a 4 month old. I feel a lot of the same feelings that you do when it comes to the babies growing up, etc.
Posted by: Ash at January 23, 2008 10:55 PM (wda+A)
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I've been reading for years, though frequent bookmark wipe-outs (all accidental - when will I learn to back them up?) have made it rather sporadic.
Posted by: Annika at January 24, 2008 03:59 AM (sOoJe)
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January 17, 2008
Shhhhh! Secret!
Something extraordinary has happened.
Honestly.
I can hardly believe it.
A week ago something huge shifted into our world. It was literally overnight. I can pinpoint when it happened. I've been holding my breath since, but it has maintained for a week now. It's real. It's transforming my days and making them what I've been dreaming of. Arguments, stress, pain, exhaustion aside...I can almost dare to believe that it's real.
I'm going to tell you now, but let's not speak of it lest we jinx it. I'm going to tell you, and then we'll walk away from the secret for a while, until we're sure that it's real. Because if I'm dreaming and this new change disappears then I will very definitely need to be heavily medicated for the forseeable future, because I can't go back again. So we can't jinx it. Pretend we didn't even discuss it. Nothing to see here, move along.
So here's the secret to what's giving me hope beyond all hope, to what is beginning to make me feel like my whole entire journey has been worth it...
more...
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HIP HIP - oh sorry, mustn't be too loud - hip hip hooray! That's fantastic news! Sounds like travel seemed to help? She must be gearing up to be a globe trotter like Mom!
Posted by: ZTZCheese at January 17, 2008 08:17 AM (7jM3p)
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What? I didn't hear anything. Must be residual deafness.
So glad the 12 week mark was all it took, I was hoping so hard for you.
Posted by: Veronica at January 17, 2008 10:47 AM (Sokx0)
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Lalalala I can't hear you! But I do have a very hopeful, quivering smile in my face!
Posted by: Kath at January 17, 2008 11:07 AM (rbiDQ)
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Glad for you! Bet it's a little quieter in the house right 'bout now.
Posted by: Ernie E at January 17, 2008 11:44 AM (aXfk9)
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Just when you thought you couldn't love her any more...
Posted by: ~Easy at January 17, 2008 12:23 PM (XD24A)
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Just when you thought you couldn't love her any more than you already love her.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 17, 2008 12:24 PM (XD24A)
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I guess she just needed a vacation LOL.
Posted by: paula at January 17, 2008 01:09 PM (jh9Oj)
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behold, the sound of silence.
and there was much rejoicing throughout the land.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at January 17, 2008 01:40 PM (+MvHD)
Posted by: TeamWinks at January 17, 2008 01:41 PM (ktwX3)
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Good news! Not that we will ever speak of this again ...
Posted by: Erica at January 17, 2008 01:42 PM (D6tE/)
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They say nothing is forever in babyhood. You know, just in case she goes back to it. Because you had to say something about it, didn't you, you dirty whore. Mine went from 3-5 weeksish, and then stopped and THEN started back up again at 8 weeks, until 16 weeks, but he only did it for a couple of hours a night at best. I surely would have checked out had it been an all day thing.
The good thing is, you know she won't be going off to kindergarten that way.
Posted by: statia at January 17, 2008 01:47 PM (lHsKN)
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The book I'm reading now says that "colic", as in screaming baby, usually stops at three months of age. It's three months AFTER the due date, BTW. But that's what happens. The brain develops enough that the world isn't quite so scary and strange and the kid can cope with it better.
(And what is really unfortunate is that this book has very good techniques for dealing with said screaming— namely that you can't try ONE calming technique, you have to try a combo of them all to put the kid in a familiar environment (the womb)— and I started reading it yesterday. Too late to help you.
)
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 17, 2008 01:56 PM (tie24)
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I was hoping that was what you were going to say.
Posted by: Lisa at January 17, 2008 02:21 PM (EcHBm)
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Congratulations to Nora! My mom and dad tell the story of me crying for the first nine months of my life. My mom's siblings and their spouses would come over in shifts to give my parents a break. I have heard about this "awful thing" I inflicted on the family my entire life from not just my parents but those aunts and uncles who came over to help.
Posted by: amelia at January 17, 2008 02:27 PM (L2+hh)
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Just in case you didn't knock wood when you typed that I've knocked wood for you. Wonderful news.
Posted by: cursingmama at January 17, 2008 02:57 PM (PoQfr)
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EXCELLENT!! Angel3 just started sleeping through the night 2 nights ago...he's now 6 months old. I'm glad to hear your great news and share mine. : )
Posted by: Solomon at January 17, 2008 03:20 PM (al5Ou)
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YAY Nora! What a relief, eh? I'm sure that's a great understatement.
Posted by: Dotty at January 17, 2008 03:29 PM (KJE2B)
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OH MY GOSH!!! Finally. Congrats!!
I remember Colic was hell.
Posted by: Cori at January 17, 2008 03:48 PM (wGDlm)
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I knew it. Congratulations.
Please note the lack of exclamations marks so as to not seem to excited and rouse the little girl...
Posted by: Amanda at January 17, 2008 03:52 PM (ay+rD)
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Good god...I thought it was going to be $cientology! lol! ;-P
Congrats on Nora.
(
I finally found Jesus; he was behind the couch THE WHOLE TIME!)
Posted by: The other Amber at January 17, 2008 04:00 PM (zQE5D)
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So the pot brownies worked then? Told ya. Like a charm.... ;-p
Posted by: Ms. Pants at January 17, 2008 04:06 PM (+p4Zf)
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I will celebrate in silence.
A good, solid silence.
Praise be for silence.
Posted by: Teresa at January 17, 2008 05:23 PM (DuPgj)
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A quiet moment of contemplative silence. This is such great news Helen. Glad to hear it. Maybe the long trip, for all of its hassles settled her down. Okay, being quiet now. Pretending like I never heard it.
Posted by: Mr.Thomas at January 17, 2008 05:33 PM (Ev8J1)
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Silence is Golden! Yeah for you (in whisper voice) :-)
Posted by: Tracey at January 17, 2008 07:52 PM (njUNq)
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[whisper] woo hoo! [/whisper]
Posted by: Uccellina at January 17, 2008 08:34 PM (Cx8y1)
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fantastic news. They do say colic only lasts til 12 weeks, she must be about that (adjusted) now? I hope you're making the most of the silence?
Posted by: thalia at January 17, 2008 08:39 PM (wGBzp)
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What's that noise I hear? A choir of angels rejoicing for you and Angus? Hallelujah!
Posted by: donna at January 17, 2008 09:02 PM (Kco5r)
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Oh that's WONDERFUL! Congratulations!!
Posted by: Richmond at January 17, 2008 10:55 PM (elWJy)
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Oh that's WONDERFUL! Congratulations!
Posted by: Richmond at January 17, 2008 10:58 PM (elWJy)
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What a girl! Keep up the good work Nora! My child is sleeping like a pro at the moment, so what do we do? We fly to the UK next week and see how badly we can mess up her routine with 26 hour flights, time differences, babysitters she doesn't know and loads of different cots! Bring it on!
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 18, 2008 12:51 AM (HzKng)
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I knew it would happen sooner or later. I am happy for you!
Posted by: kenju at January 18, 2008 02:03 AM (yvCMb)
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The magic 3 months. The same things happened with my Youngest. Maybe that is why 3 is my favorite number!!!
Posted by: Amy at January 18, 2008 02:21 AM (vqjMf)
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I suspected this was your happy secret!
Hooray, Nora!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 18, 2008 02:28 AM (IfXtw)
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She was testing you...guess you passed!
Posted by: Steff at January 18, 2008 02:54 AM (dicdr)
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YAY! Wonderful news...
So how's the weather...
Posted by: Poppy at January 18, 2008 03:33 AM (EMxzt)
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That's great! I will celebrate it very silently with some appropriate lullabies.
Posted by: Irene at January 18, 2008 04:03 AM (RL+iu)
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My Colicky Baby will be 20 in April. Yeah. I know.
*whispers* Yay!
Posted by: Margi at January 18, 2008 04:57 AM (tkYmR)
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Here's keeping good thoughts!
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January 16, 2008
Splash
Last night, late conversations.
Hands on a back.
Things that needed to be said, and perhaps more importantly, things that needed to be heard.
The darkness I circle through is not necessarily because of how I feel about the twins, although there is a large part of that - as a number of wonderful women commented yesterday, motherhood is a great big fucking deal that changes a lot about how you feel and think. I have found this to be true, down to the minute sense of the word. Sienna's comment that it's a terrible and wonderful adjustment is absolutely dead-on. My world is bigger now and I hate bigger, and yet it was an easy transition that I love. Do I have post-partum depression? I don't know. I've found I'm suddenly prone to intense and hardcore stress attacks which render me impossible to be around. I also am extremely fragile when it comes to hitting anniversary dates - the first shot, the first ultrasound, the first anything - it makes me feel like I've just been dreaming, that the babies aren't real, that any day now they'll be taken away once my eyes open so I'd better keep dreaming and not lose them. These are new to me, and something that I will take up with the health visitor.
The biggest issue I've been dealing with is the fallout in every other relationship in my life. Throw a rock into a puddle and you can see the ripples. The twins splashed into my life and the waves and pools they left behind have soaked everything else. What they don't tell you is the affect that babies will have on your relationship when they arrive. Oh sure, you know that things will be impacted. You know that a few things will change. You know that the sleep deprivation will takes its toll, as well as the very presence of another person (or two). But nothing-nothing- prepares you for what those changes will be. Above all, I wonder why no one prepares us for what the men will be going through - their lives have changed just as much as ours, and yet it feels like it's never about them, no one thinks to check in on the men-folk, they seem to fill a roll of sperm donater and family provider, and that's it. But their lives are changed just as much, with just as many confusing emotions.
When I read about other couples having no problems whatsoever, that all is ok, that there is no issue anywhere, at all, I think: No way, man. You're dreaming. Or burying things. Or you're married to a doll instead of a human. Because if you're two homo sapiens and something has changed, something you didn't expect and didn't prepare for, then it's causing you pause.
Relationships, like lives, aren't perfect. When I read about other people who allege that their lives and relationships are peachy, that all is well and always has been, that the world is good and small and tidy, that there are no Dorito crumbs under the couch cushions and that they have never looked into the mirror and didn't like what they saw and that they've never gone to bed pissed off and never sought solace in the bottom of a pinot grigio, I think that they're not telling the truth. Which is a shame, because what's the point in trying to paint a pretty picture when there's no one there who can relate to it?
I didn't have blinders on, it's just that when I come packed to the gills with hormones I don't always recognize that he doesn't. And I'm not the kind to dole out advice, ever (unless it involves Mooncups or cheese. See me if you need any cheese help) but if you're with someone who says they don't want kids, then don't have them. Or if you do, brace yourself for volleying rounds of difficulty. Or get yourself one of these, although I personally think those things are creepy and weird in the extreme.
Our relationship isn't perfect but this morning it feels a lot better. The truth is, I just feel overwhelmed, there is a lot on my plate right now. Babies. I have babies. Renovation work about to kick off. I go back to work in 6 short weeks. Day care starts then, also known as the Financial Kick in the Teeth. My family is driving me to distraction (not including my sister, aka the Selfish Bitch. There, I said it. Now back to disregarding her.) I can't get the past year of fertility treatments, hospitalizations and emotions out of my head. The stepkids have been causing some stress (thereby instituting the new law called During Melissa's Next Visit She's Going To Be Taught How to Do the Laundry. It's a good law. It was ratified in no time and I understand Parliament had an extended drinking session once it was signed.) It won't stop fucking raining here to the point where our street is flooded.
And then...
And then...
There is more, I think, but I'll leave it at that.
In yesterday's comments, Diamond Dave hit it dead on - the other reason to keep going is because of someone. Someone can be anyone. You get out of bed and put your feet on the floor and you go through the motions because of someone. Your best friend, your lover, your brother, your child, that nice lady at Starbucks that always smiles in a way that you think she means it, your co-worker, your vet, the one who sent you a condolence card when your cat died...someone needs you. You maybe aren't aware of it, but there is someone that would note that hole you left in their life, and likely no one would be able to fill it.
Last night, someone told me about the hole I would leave in his life.
This morning for the first time ever, two bright gummy smiles met me when I opened their door, telling me about the place I have in their lives.
I wasn't thinking of checking out (thank you, Captain Therapy). I'm still in the hallway but at least I'm less frightened about what happens next, because whatever is there is supposed to be there, and I can't quit because you're right - there is no choice but to go on and that's what I'm going to do.
My small stuff for today - the babies, Gorby and I are going for a long walk. I want to feel the swing of my hips in their joints as I walk. I want to feel the handle of the baby stroller in my hands. I want to watch Gorby get distracted by anything, everything. This is my small, and I look forward to it.
-H.
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I think all of the above are things that I've thought about, or are even thinking about. I don't pretend my life is anything close to perfect, and I don't like to paint that picture. I don't generally talk about it online, not because I'm ashamed, but because of the ammo of the people who would read it. And out of respect to the Meester, who are related to the people that would use that ammo.
But I can say that I've been to most of the places you've been through, and hell, 10 months into it, I'm still having a hard time adjusting, and yes, have even thought about checking out.
There's a lot of things they don't tell you when they hand you the birth certificate.
Posted by: statia at January 16, 2008 01:19 PM (lHsKN)
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Kids change your life in ways you could never have imagined. I think I mentioned that once or twice :-D It's something that you don't understand until you're a parent. You think you do, but you're not. Nothing can prepare you for the change.
All relationships are dynamic. They change over time. It's neither a bd thing or a good thing. It simply is the way things are. People who say they never fight with their signifigant other are either liars, or in unhealthy relationships.
My wife and I don't have the same realtionship we had. In some ways things are better, in others they're worse. But we understand each other and work through the tough times.
And the only reason there are no Doritos crumbs around is because the dog gets them ;-)
Posted by: ~Easy at January 16, 2008 01:27 PM (IVGWz)
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"Small" "Baby Steps" "One Day at a Time" "Take it Easy" "Put one foot in front of the other" - there is a reason for all these euphemisms - because big is too much at once. Small steps, small things, small adjustments to big circumstances, small miracles ("Last night, someone told me about the hole I would leave in his life." - I'm SO glad!), small wonders, ("This morning for the first time ever, two bright gummy smiles met me when I opened their door, telling me about the place I have in their lives."), and big hearts - you. I'm glad you're feeling better today.
I haven't shared real details about all the crap that's happened over the past few years anywhere outside of private emails. I am not trying to delude anyone but I am no good at talking, writing, or dodging thrown tomatoes so I just don't talk anymore.
I hope you have a great day, and that lots of nice small things make you feel content and happy today.
Posted by: Lisa at January 16, 2008 02:40 PM (EcHBm)
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I remember when I had Veronica, how for months I could not get over all that had happened-finding out I was pregnant, the actual pregnancy, and of course the birth. It was hard; hours and hours of labor, several hours of pushing, and then the c-section. I was out for a good 3-4 hours after her birth, and I missed her first bath, feeding, and everyone else had a chance to hold her before I did. It took a
long time to be able to deal with all that and not get feel angry/sad/bitter-you name it, I felt it. Even longer to have some sort of acceptance of it. With Scottie I had a planned c-section, but after some general fuck-ups on the nurse's behalf, he was in the neo-natal for a few days after he was born. I was so down about that for so long, part because I knew that I was not going to have anymore children and why couldn't it just go 'right' for once? Of course now I realize there is no 'right or wrong', there just 'is'. But it stung bad, and it is only in the past year or so I can talk about it without feeling so down about it.
What I didn't realize was how much it affected Adam too. About a year after V was born, I found out that Adam had kept a journal in the days after she was born-what happened, how things didn't quite go as plan, and just how scared he was. Although at the time he was my rock, for the first time I realized just how scared and afraid he had felt-and I also go to see things from his perspective. I asked him to do the same when S was born. I even remember my dad commenting after V's birth that he was glad that when his kids were born they didn't allow men in the delivery room. Not because he didn't want to be there, but because he did not know how he would handle it.
I thought Diamond Dave's comment yesterday was fantastic. I won't harp on about how men aren't supposed to show their emotions, etc.-but it is sad that we aren't more accepting of it as a society. Shit, I know I have been guilty of it myself. That is why it is good to get these things out in the open. Resentment just follows words left unspoken, and resentment and anger can lead to depression, which just fucks everybody up. Besides, women aren't mind readers (men either), and each party needs to know how the other feels, so there isn't misplaced anger, resentment, and worst of all guilt.
Of course, easier said then done.
As far as perfect lives? Yeah, I agree-anyone who says their life is "perfect" is lying through their damn teeth. EVERYTHING changes with kids, and I am surprised all the time about how differently Adam and I handle things, especially regarding parenting. Some things drive a huge wedge between us, and other times brings us closer. I think it is natural for all human relationships to drift apart, and lord knows it can be easier. It takes a lot of work to fight for the relationships you want to keep-and it can be tiring, but so worth it.
Glad some things got sorted out, and I think a walk with adorable babies and a fantastic dog sounds grand. Enjoy yourselves. The Laundry Law that passed sounds like my kind of law, too.
BTW, those Realdolls-creepy. The babies-fuck no.
Posted by: Teresa at January 16, 2008 02:54 PM (14s0L)
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Yeah, no one does prepare you for that. And I feel like maybe I should have added that to my list of soapbox topics after the baby was born. But family members also read my blog and I didn't want them to know and offer their opinions about what was going on. We went through a VERY rough patch. The D word was discussed. There was counseling. We're still not perfect but we're trying. As the day-to-day care gets easier for me, I can focus more on him. And we are both committed to sticking it out so there's that.
Posted by: donna at January 16, 2008 02:57 PM (Kco5r)
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When Angels 1 & 2 were born, the Super Model Mrs. Solomon and I still wanted to do all the stuff we had been doing: soccer, tennis, volleyball, hanging out with friends all night, eating out, going to movies, and more. It was a struggle, because you can't do all that w/ kids. You can do some, but not all.
It's so obvious that we have to trade what we really like/love for what we REALLY love, but it's easier said than done. Kids have to become at least priority #3 (For Solomon: God, spouse, kids, everything else; for others,maybe: spouse, kids, everything else). The hard part is being content with that arrangement. It's easy to give up soccer to hang out with kids, but being content and finding more joy in infants than soccer was hard for me when Angel1 was born. Now it's dirt simple.
Posted by: Solomon at January 16, 2008 03:16 PM (x+GoF)
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Teresa,
My brother told me he has a good cry at least once a month. I make fun of him.
But seriously, men SHOULD be rocks! That doesn't mean we shouldn't discuss things that bother us or act like nothing ever scares us, but a man should be a solid, dependable, unwavering, "do what's right even if it's hard" rock for those in his life.
I think it's great that Adam was a rock in your time of need.
Posted by: Solomon at January 16, 2008 03:33 PM (x+GoF)
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This morning for the first time ever, two bright gummy smiles met me when I opened their door...
And it won't be the last. You'll have many more instances where your heart will swell so much that it will seem like it's about to burst.
As for relationships changing when you have kids, well duh. I've heard people say before the kids arrived that "oh sure, I'll be busier, but my life won't change". Those people are smoking some serious crack. Things will change, but you as a couple, along with you as parents, will adapt. That's what you do.
Being a parent is a funny thing. It teaches you some things you never believed in before, things like (1)it is possible to fall head over heels in love with someone you just met and (2)your heart has more capacity for love than you thought possible.
There are lots of days when the alarm clock buzzes that I think, why the heck shouldn't I just stay in bed. Then my wife snuggles up next to me and my two children wander into our room and crawl into bed with us and then I remember: oh yeah, some other people that I love beyond reason depend on me. And then I crawl out of bed and head to work. And when I get home, the children fling themselves at me and my wife gives me that special smile which makes my heart flip, and that makes everything worthwhile.
Posted by: physics geek at January 16, 2008 04:32 PM (MT22W)
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I'm not a writer; but you certainly are. I have been lurking on both your sites for a couple of months (not in a creepy way, though, I promise) - I have a very hard time putting all that's happened to me (IVF etc - no kids yet, but still trying) into perspective, much less words. When I look through your site, I find the words to express my own pain and fears, and I thank you for sharing your experiences. Don't give up on getting past the blinking cursor..... you have an amazing gift (in my opinion, anyway). Try to keep your chin up - life is what happens when we're busy making plans...... you've been through an amazing amount of shit already. That which doesn't kill you,etcetcetcetc. Hate that one, but it's true.
Posted by: jodie at January 16, 2008 05:16 PM (4twyr)
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You make us all see what human is all about. Thank you.
Posted by: sue at January 16, 2008 05:28 PM (WbfZD)
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The only thing that kept me from trying to off myself at certain points when my last marriage was falling apart was the pain I would cause my children. Just couldn't do it. Now, I don't *think* I would have actually gone through with it but you never know; when death begins to seem like a secret and wonderful dream of release and relief, the way it was becoming for me in my mind...well. I don't know what I might have actually done if I hadn't had the kids to think about.
That avenue was closed to me, though. And it's a good thing!
You know what else? My kids, now grown, one married, one getting married in a couple of months, do not have the angsty dark issues I have had. They think Mom is kinda weird like that. Lovably weird, but weird in her off-and-on insecurities all the same, heh. And that attitude on their part makes me deliriously happy.
Oh they still have issues, don't get me wrong! It's just that they handle them differently. Instead of saying, "I'm in so much emotional pain I'm going to end it all" they say, "I'm in emotional pain; how can I change this situation?" That's the great difference between them and me.
I am thrilled about that, let me tell you.
As for people who say they have no issues at all, either they are robots or they are lying to themselves. And I've met some robots but let me tell you; they are no fun at all. heh. Look at Tom Cruise; he would probably tell you he has no issues and his earthly war with aliens is humming along just fine, thank you very much.
But I look at him and think, "why isn't he locked up somewhere?"
So it's all a matter of perspective, I guess.
What am I trying to say? Hell if I know but I do know this; the first year with a baby (or two!) is incredibly hard. Next year will be better. The year after that, even better. You're still only a few months into it. Yeah, time moves more slowly for you right now but it will speed up again.
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a walk sounds really nice. I hope you enjoyed it.
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 16, 2008 06:00 PM (IfXtw)
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Thank you, H. I needed to hear some of that. I'm thinking of you often and sending wishes for energy, luck and love.
Most therapists charge hourly; would you prefer payment by check, chocolate or cheese?
Posted by: Carolyn at January 16, 2008 07:25 PM (dfKSm)
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Don't stop telling her, Angus. Please. It can make all the difference - even if you think she knows, tell her. Same goes for you, Miss - open up your mouth and say it. "I love you!" "You piss me off!" Whatever. Because sometimes? You need to hear vocalize it. And you need to hear it, too.
Anyone who tells you everything is perfect in their world? Lying through their teeth. Nothing ever is. Ever. There are degrees of "good" but perfect? Hah.
Posted by: Margi at January 16, 2008 08:07 PM (Cms8m)
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Could you also possibly look forward to cheese? Because, I'm not eating it at the moment (we're being "healthy", and it's off the list) and I realy MISS cheese. So - could you eat some you really like, for me?
Cuz you know the rest of it, and I won't rehash.
Posted by: Tracy at January 16, 2008 08:36 PM (zv3bS)
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Umm H? Where in the world did you find that website for the "Adult Dolls"? VERY creepy!
Posted by: Tiffani at January 16, 2008 08:39 PM (u8y0x)
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I discovered a true appreciation for the "small stuff" after having a baby. A minute to brush my hair and put my contact lenses in. A show on tv I could watch all the way through without an interruption. A simple meal prepared quickly and shared with someone who understands how you are feeling.
I have been reading around the internets about those babies, I really miss Channel 4 sometimes. Did you see it? I have watched a couple of clips and it just looks downright sad.
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 17, 2008 02:18 AM (HzKng)
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Dear Helen, would you seriously consider anti depressants? They may help you quite a bit. I think you are in a dark hole and you are only seeing a little bit of light instead of standing in the sunshine where you ought to be. They may really help you and not make everything seem so overwhelming and huge. It will also help with the stress attacks. There is no shame in taking them, after all. Please consider this as an option, it may make a world of difference.
Posted by: Irene at January 17, 2008 04:00 AM (RL+iu)
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I am glad that everything is getting better and you have the small stuff to look forward too. Where did you find out about those dolls? They're just wrong.
Posted by: Missgirlbliss at January 17, 2008 06:04 PM (Ge15a)
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I want to say "me too". I did not post about it because friends and family read my blog, but there were very very hard times. I believe it was the stress of being a new mum, the lack of sleep and the very hard time that came before the birth (infertility, IVF, worrying nucheal, reduction, IUGR...). I thought several times of seeing a therapist but I did not have the time. Now that Max is sleeping through the night and that I am very careful with sleeping as much as I can, I feel much better. When I am having a hard time with Max, I ask Hubby to help out. And when things get tough, I try to think "Enjoy this day because this day will never repeat itself. Max will never be 5 months 1 week and 2 days old again". I was surprised at the insane animal devotion I feel for my child. All my energy is focused on him, and sometimes it means that I have no energy left for Hubby or even myself.
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January 15, 2008
Something Small
I sometimes get emails from people telling me that they are on the verge of killing themselves, they somehow found my blog, and what can I tell them to keep them from ending it all?
In short: nothing. I can't tell you anything that will make it all better, that will make it easier, that will make it go away. I have no secret fixes. I know of no mystery to make you want to live. The only thing I know is this: when I started hitting the bottom, I would find one thing to make myself look forward to every day. Start small. Start very small. When I bounced back from my last ride from hell, I made myself look forward to a cup of coffee every morning. One cup. Every morning. It wasn't the world, but it was something. It didn't save my life but it didn't end it, either.
I don't know what to do about those emails, I never know if what I say is right, and I also feel a sense of pure panic - just because you googled me doesn't mean that I am the person to be listening to. My past is strung with disaster and earlier I idly wondered if a small part of our desire for children is us giving them that do-over that we never got to have. I look back at who I was and feel a sense of embarrassment so great that all I can smell is skin. I don't want my children to turn out like me. I want them to be better.
As for how I'm doing now, well...I'm not such a happy bunny. I know this is where the IF bandwagon wants to get on board and tell me that I have two children, I have everything now, what the fuck do I have to be down about? Well, I just do, that's all. Let's leave it at that. Sometimes it all feels like I'm standing in the darkened hallway, waiting for something. Maybe the door will open, maybe the hall light will come on, maybe I'll step out of my shoes and walk back into the living room, I don't know. Something. I'm waiting for something to happen to make things be ok.
Looking back on this blog I see a sea of highs and lows. I'm heading for 5 years of blogging and the words that have filled this site could fill a book, maybe even two. I have books going in my head but can't commit them to paper because if you think I handle rejection about my weight badly, you haven't seen anything yet. Rejection of anything I write would crush me like a teeny little ant. I want nothing more than to be a writer, but I can't get past a blinking cursor.
I may have been through a lot of therapy, but it doesn't mean I'm able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. I can't even sidestep a newspaper stand, who am I kidding? Why do people write me and tell me I'm so strong? Don't they know that the truth is, there simply isn't any other choice?
Things aren't so great here right now - I am exhausted. I am tired of arguing. I am facing a lot, more than I've faced in a long, long time.
Today I made myself choose something small. That something small was the wind on the back of my neck as I threw a tennis ball for Gorby over and over again in the one patch of the day where it stopped raining. This was my something.
Tomorrow it'll be something else.
The day after that, something different still.
And those very small things will hang like beads on the protective necklace I wrap around myself, and they will see me through the darkened hallway.
-H.
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This is well stated. Sometimes it is the smallest thing that gets one through a situation - that can change an outlook or even provide hope where there wasn't any before. Though I have never been through what you are going through nor have I been as low as those from whom you receive the e-mail... I do know that for me the sun helps. Just seeing the sun rise or the sun shining through a hole in the clouds... to stand in that patch of light and let the sun soak through me...
We all feel low from time to time - and the little things have amazing powers.
Keep doing what you do Helen. I know that I read just a small, tiny, portion of what happens every day in your world... keep finding that small thing!
Posted by: The Exception at January 15, 2008 03:40 PM (z62e3)
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Hang in there babe. We are all here, with ears to listen and shoulders to cry on should you need us.
Posted by: amy t. at January 15, 2008 03:44 PM (3dOTd)
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Wow. Here I sit not very far from whence you recently came (Seattle), getting my head around the idea that itÂ’s mid-afternoon where you are vs medium-early morning where I am ... does that make you further into the future than me? Nevermind. ItÂ’s just the twisted way my mind works sometimes . . .
I’ve been in that hallway. Millions of us have. It’s a phenom of integrating a new reality -- motherhood. It was a long time ago for me; but I still remember vividly when the understanding hit me – my life isn’t all about me anymore. And it never was after that. Once you’ve created another life, everything that filled, marked, drove your days shifts. Pursuit of your own happiness ratchets down the priorities list. Your child (children) gets that rung on the ladder of your life..
It’s a hard adjustment, Helen. It ebbs and flows. Sometimes it’s wonderful and sometimes it’s terrible. It’s always serious. Maybe that’s what really precipitates the paradigm shift. Life is now 100% ‘serious’. For the first time in your life, what happens in another’s life (your child/ren’s) has the power to bring you to your knees in a way that what happens in your own can’t compare.
Stay with it. ‘Learn’ it. Take it in small steps. There was never a way you could have understood how your world would be intermittently impacted negatively by achieving your dream – to be a mom. This epiphany only occurs by experience. You are not weird or ungrateful or incapable. You are a new mom who’s groping her way through foreign territory. It will normalize. The time will come that you can’t remember what it felt like to only have yourself to consider – and when solving issues in life didn’t come weighted with so many factors to consider. It’s normal. You’re normal.
One day at a time. One morning, one afternoon, one night at a time. Awake and aware, sometimes overwhelmed. But never without the belief that youÂ’re up to the task. Because you are.
Posted by: Sienna at January 15, 2008 03:52 PM (wXOSl)
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Keep looking for those small things Helen, everyday it will easier I hope. You share so much here, and yet it is such a small part of your life. I just want to thank you for sharing what you do and say we're here for you. I know it's not the same as supporting you in real life but my thoughts are with you and if there was anything I can do to help, I would do it!!
love and hugs.
Posted by: suzie at January 15, 2008 03:56 PM (weSjv)
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sometimes a new post on your blog with my cup of tea in the morning is my something small.
things *are* hard right now...your life has been totally turned upside-down with those beautiful babies of yours. you're doing such an amazing job, Helen.
Posted by: megan at January 15, 2008 04:14 PM (jy7KI)
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I think what makes you strong is the fact that you realize there is no other choice, but you still choose to proceed. It can be all too easy to know that you have to do something, and then choose not to do it. Just living life can be difficult at times-and you are
choosing to go forward-to me you are a fucking rock.
It is hard right now, your right. You have a shitload on your plate. I don't know what else to say; I don't have any quick fixes or magic words either.
I will say though that a cup of coffee has pulled me through many a dark night. Just sayin'.
Posted by: Teresa at January 15, 2008 04:46 PM (x8GWB)
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hugs to you, Helen.
from someone who is prone to depression with a botched suicide in her background.
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{{hugs}} Vacations and returns from them are not the least stressful of times, let alone doing it all with new babies. Hang in there, keep writing as you find time, keep taking the baby steps and finding the one good thing and being honest with yourself, and soon all will even out. I am pulling for you.
Posted by: Lisa at January 15, 2008 05:57 PM (EcHBm)
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Why do people write me and tell me I'm so strong? Don't they know that the truth is, there simply isn't any other choice?
I write and tell you this because you ARE strong. You ARE capable. And damnit, people like you. (I hope you smiled there.)
It's such cliche but life really IS a series of baby steps. Some days, you can't understand what everyone is so happy about - and others, you can't understand why eveyone is so glum.
There is no script for how one *should* act or one *should* feel - not after having a baby, not after enjoying a cup of coffee.
You feel things deeply. You feel EVERYTHING deeply. I believe that is our "connection," because I recognize that trait in myself. You have the ability to say what's happening in your psyche and I think that is why people seek your advice. You can articulate when others are mute.
I can't promise things will get better - or worse - but I can tell you that you ARE stronger than you know and you WILL get through it. Whatever "it" is.
Ask my husband some time about my mantra for a long, long time: "It. Just. Is."
(Also? I'm here if you need me. Always.) xoxo
Posted by: Margi at January 15, 2008 06:52 PM (Cms8m)
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Helen, there is always another choice. You are strong; I see evidence of it everyday that you post.
Posted by: kenju at January 15, 2008 07:12 PM (yvCMb)
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You ARE the one to talk about it to them because nobody knows better than one who has gone through it. Right?
Every time you reach out to them you are helping just by that act alone, so good on YOU! And big {{{{hugs}}}} because I know how hard it is to do. To reach out and feel helpless knowing that you can't help as much as you would like.
Helen, you are a *good person*. Good. All the way to the bone Good.
Oh yes you are.
I also know you use your blog to vent a lot, so...I hope you are feeling better now.
Posted by: The other Amber at January 15, 2008 07:21 PM (zQE5D)
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The one thing I've read of yours that I think is an excellent reason to avoid suicide is to think of the people you will hurt. And no matter how worthless you feel, how insignificant you feel, you do not have the right to hurt someone else who's only sin is to care about you. That is the one thought of yours that stays with me to this day. And even though I'm dealing with crushing financial problems, three out of four kids that have broken my heart, a wife that can't see how I feel sometimes, rock bottom self esteem, a job that I'm totally bored with yet can't find my way out of, I remember some of the things you've written. And I know that people are dealing with worse, yet somehow keep trucking on with life (Jim) and I look up to such people for strength. And I help those around me who also may be in need worse than me. And I remember that there are people that do love and care about me and my well-being even if I'm not feeling it right now. And that things will eventually get better, even if it's not tomorrow.
And yes, guys can get pretty far down, too.
Rock on, Helen. You're the best.
Posted by: diamond dave at January 15, 2008 08:49 PM (TRQSQ)
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Having just blogged about a similar issue but taking a different stance, I see what you're saying. I can't say I necessarily want people on the edge emailing me for help, because fuck if I know how to get better. That, and I'm not one for saying all the right things. However, like another commentor or two has said, you provide the voice of someone who has been through difficult times, and though that does not replace getting proper help from a professional, it can be tremendously helpful.
You can email me with your despair if you want. I won't say the right things, but I can listen. Just don't get too friendly or I'll traipse up through Hampshire to find you so we can be fwends! Seriously though, we live in the same bloody county, we should make something work sometime. Let me be your small thing one day!
Jesus, I'm even sickening myself now...
Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 15, 2008 09:47 PM (1NDGw)
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My oh my...Helen is a mommy...I need to start reading your blog more than once a year! Long time no speak, stranger. Hope all is well...and congratulations. -Don (Your former Anger Management friend.)
Posted by: Don Watkins at January 15, 2008 10:57 PM (xqpwD)
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What everybody else said...plus: you
are a writer. Just because we can't order you off of Amazon doesn't mean you aren't a writer. I'd say you are one of the best I've ever read.
Posted by: Nic at January 15, 2008 11:03 PM (kLJvP)
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those something smalls are literally life savers! they help to obtain and eventually maintain that balance of all the people you need to be:
mommy, lover, friend, fiance', career woman, housekeeper, chef, and just you.
Posted by: steff at January 15, 2008 11:21 PM (dicdr)
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Helen,
I might not comment but I look forward to reading you everyday.
Hang in there and look forward to the small stuff.
Posted by: Kali at January 15, 2008 11:33 PM (Qvr/7)
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I read Brooke Shields book "and the rain came down". I thought about you the entire time. She also went through IVF, lost one baby, then finally got pregnant. She describes the pain she experiences after the pregnancy.
The changes in your body after stopping the shots and after you had the lemon heads must be tremendous. Hormones can just fuck you up.
I can't imagine the stress you are going through and it breaks my heart that you went through so much and now are experiencing such pain.
Lots of people are praying for you. I know you don't give much stock in God, but prayers can't hurt.
People write to you because they see the hell that you have gone through, know how much you are hurting now and yet you still have the ability to encourage others.
We can feel your strength all the way across the pond.
Posted by: Karen at January 15, 2008 11:51 PM (RvFMU)
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the one thing
it gets me past the moment--
the moment where i want to give up.
there is not anything right now...no one thing
not even a small thing
so i am scared
Posted by: mitzi at January 16, 2008 01:10 AM (cB5ML)
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Sienna stated exactly what I was thinking, but far more eloquently than I ever could.
The only thing I'd like to add, Helen, is that continuing on because there simply isn't any other choiced is what strength is made of. Do you realize how many people don't have the ability to simply soldier on? That is what true strength is ... to keep on keeping on no matter what life throws at you.
And at that, you are a genius!
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Posted by: Stella at January 16, 2008 02:54 AM (sFS+Z)
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I remember back during some of my low points having people tell me that I was strong, and I felt like such a fraud. I didn't feel like I i was strong, I just didn't have any choice-- I had to keep plodding on.
I can see now how apt that description is, but to me it just feels more like survival. I "survived" the bad patches but I still struggle with labelling myself as strong.
I love how you describe it-- the little things. At times it really does come down to finding those things to hold onto. I know there are many more stressful things in your life than being a parent, and I also (think) I understand how you can't really talk about them. I can REALLY relate to that conundrum in my personal life right now, and I hope you find the things you need to to make it through this, too. I will be here for you.
Posted by: Tonya at January 16, 2008 06:26 AM (DVgFJ)
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I was very suicidal at a very young age. The thing that stopped me from killing myself was realizing how stinking selfish it was. It would kill the people around me. The thought of that was much worse than the pain I was going through at the time.
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January 14, 2008
With the Passing of Time
This morning, burdened by confused body clocks and too many time zones, we woke at 4 am and decided to just go about our day. The babies, still asleep (and sleeping record amounts since returning home) were snuggled in their Grobags in their cot, and their soft snuffles and snores reassured me.
The Grobags happened recently. An anonymous gift from my Wishlist, they lay waiting for the day the babies would fit into them. That day arrived, and overnight (literally) the babies went from always being swaddled to sleeping spread out like starfish, ensconsed in their Grobags. They love them, I love them, and right now the washing machine is cleaning their swaddles for the last time. The swaddles, like a huge pile of clothing, are off to three families about to have babies of their own.
The swaddles, like a number of newborn-sized clothes, are leaving our little house.
The babies are now growing out of newborn sizes, and are getting into size 0-3 months (although they don't fill the 0-3 size out nearly enough - the feet hang way off them and the shoulders are a Donna Summer throwback). I guess this shouldn't surprise me - the babies are over 3 months old now, of course they should start shedding their newborn sizes.
But a part of me ached while packing up their clothes this morning. It hurt like hell, holding so many onesies with so many memories. A part of me is immensely happy the babies are moving on, as new milestones are being hit, they're doing new things all the time. But a larger, more sentimental side grieves. These are the only babies I will ever have. With each day, each step, I get farther and farther away from that magical time when they were born. I would give anything to go back to that day and take more photos, more video, compensate for the times when I was passed out from the blood loss and the moments I had with Nick and Nora when they were sweet and quiet, when the texts from Angus were loving and kind, before the time in special care, before the colic, before all that came after.
Time doesn't work like that.
Time, instead, takes away the preemie baby clothes and the newborn size clothes.
I struggle as well with my memories - sometimes I'm hit with the thoughts of what I was doing a year ago.
I read through my archives from my other site from time to time. I don't remember writing most of them, which isn't unusual as I troll through this site and don't remember writing half of what's here, my method is to check my brain at the URL door and just cut loose. But while in Whistler I was aware that we were where it all started.
And now I think, from time to time, of where I was a year ago. I was on the needles, hoping to have a successful cycle. My last IVF cycle was a shared cycle, in that I donated half of my eggs to another woman so that she could do IVF, too. My last cycle sucked giant donkey balls, too, and I got a measly 8 eggs, half of which were crap quality. Of my alloted 4 eggs only two fertilizes. Those two fertilized embryos are ensconsed in the bean bag in the living room, sucking their thumbs.
The other woman, she didn't succeed.
I remember that, too.
It's all a little too much for me, these anniversaries. They hurt and celebrate and make something constrict in my throat. I remember the needles and drugs and scans like it was yesterday, when in fact yesterday I was changing diapers and squeegeeing noses and folding size 0-3 month clothes. It's all here and now and it's all far away.
I listen to that song Lullaby, which was my song with them. It brings back so many things for me, the smell of blood and cardboard and soap, the taste of tears and medications and hopes, the feeling of soft cotton sheets and newborn heads patted with vernix and of skin stretched too tight. The babies were still a mystery to me then and the emotions were a platter too great to choose from.
We grow every day. Sizes will be shed, milestones passed, and time will pass. I remain conscious of the events a year ago, just as I welcome the new that we see on a weekly basis. I know that the events of last year will fade, in time. But as we approach a year of first anniversaries - first day I started the shots that led to the babies, first positive pregnancy test for them, first day that the swaddles are finished, first day we don't fit the newborn sizes anymore - I mourn and I celebrate. I hurt and I love. I despair and I glorify. I am hobbled by my memories and yet I am set free from them.
Maybe this is how it is for everyone.
I just didn't expect to feel so many things in the last 12 months as I have.
-H.
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life is amazing in how it always brings just what we never expected. Congratulations on seeing through an amazing year, and thanks for letting the rest of us come along for the ride!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 14, 2008 08:02 AM (IfXtw)
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The difference is that not all of us are able to express those feelings as eloquently as you do. Someone told me something when Amy was newly born that just didn't register until later. That everyday just gets better and every milestone more exciting. The saddest part for me is that sometimes it feels as though my feelings about my daughter now have imprinted on those memories of her when she was fresh from my womb and I have to concentrate really hard to recall the smell of her which I described as 'baked goods' and the feel of her little body. I am not sad as such but I do have a sense of melancholy at times for that little baby.
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 14, 2008 10:28 AM (HzKng)
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It wouldn't hurt at all to keep one newborn/preemie outfit from each baby. (I'd pick Nick's polka-dot onesie, but that's me.) I kept one from each of my kids. Every now and then I take it out and remember...
Posted by: Julie at January 14, 2008 12:08 PM (JWrHW)
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You're just human, and it is natural to feel all those emotions. You do speak of them so eloquently!
Posted by: kenju at January 14, 2008 01:14 PM (yvCMb)
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It's not just you, but like Super Sarah said, you can express it so much more eloquently than most.
Posted by: Amanda at January 14, 2008 02:13 PM (ay+rD)
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You say it so well. I was just packing up tiny clothes myself.
Posted by: Dotty at January 14, 2008 03:00 PM (KJE2B)
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Welcome to motherhood.
That emotional roller coaster is still running for me as I just celebrated my firstborn son's 13th birthday. It's amazing, dizzying, overwhelming, and the greatest honor I have ever been awarded, this "being a mom".
I kept some of the most special outfits from each child, a couple of things that my stepson and both my sons have worn, and a diaper in each size (it's amazing how much diapers have changed over the years) in a bag with some of their baby souvenirs. I move them around sometimes, take things out of the bags and remember, and then I put them away to be given to each child when they have one of their own. Makes me a sap, I know, but I felt better having some continuity and some tangible way to hold on to a bit of their babyhood and still move on.
Posted by: Lisa at January 14, 2008 03:10 PM (EcHBm)
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Julie - I completely agree and I did keep some items - the Lemonhead hats, their preemie pink and blue outfits, and Nick's polka-dotted outfit is indeed folded away, to be kept by me forever
Lisa - I confess I too have been keeping two diapers of each size. I already can't believe we're on size 2s from the preemie days. We're suckers, aren't we?
Posted by: Helen at January 14, 2008 03:10 PM (gkSWb)
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And what a 12 months it has been for you and yours. Such upheaval and growth and life expansion! Noboday could be expected to anticipate how they would feel in your shoes, before it actually happens. I'm a big fan of the phrase, "getting there is half the fun."
Enjoy the ride.
And know that as freshly past memories are tucked away for safekeeping, new ones are being made every day.
Posted by: Jennifer at January 14, 2008 04:43 PM (jl9h0)
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Excellent, miraculous, nervewracking year. Thanks for letting us share it with you.
I fully understand your angst about the babies getting bigger. I love watching my children grow and learn and do new things every day, but I miss being able to hold them on my forearm, or cuddle with them on one knee while my cat curls up on the other knee.
Just wait until Nick and Nora can crawl/walk/run to meet you when you get home. When they wrap their arms around your legs before lifting them up to demand a mommy lift bearhug, you will think that there is nothing better in all the world. And you will be exactly right.
Posted by: physics geek at January 14, 2008 06:10 PM (MT22W)
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Sometimes I feel guilty for not missing my kids being babies. I loved every minute of them, and enjoyed it while it was happening, but I don't know why I am not sentimental that way. Their everyday changes are just so exciting to me, and each new thing that they do/say/learn completely amazes me, that I hardly ever look back. I am surprised to be that way, because usually I have a hard time letting go of the past-but for some reason with my kids it is just different.
That is not to say time has not flown for me. When I see a video of them running around as toddlers part of me feels like it was just yesterday. I also miss snuggling with their little bodies sometimes. And I really get bowled over when I pull their little baby outfits out of the hopechest. I really do find it hard to believe they ever fit in anything that small.
But babe, you have had quite a year! Just wait until they tell you "I love you", in whatever special way they do. You think your heart melts now....
Posted by: Teresa at January 14, 2008 07:08 PM (VH0A4)
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beautiful post. my baby isn't even born yet and i already worry that i'm missing something.
glad you're home safely from vacation. i sent you a silent hello from vancouver while you were in whistler.
Posted by: megan at January 14, 2008 09:07 PM (1O5Qi)
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Yep yep yep. And here, I thought it was just me and my Advanced Maternal Age.
Thank you, once again, for putting my feelings in eloquently-expressed sentences.
Love love love you,
Posted by: Margi at January 14, 2008 09:42 PM (2B+B7)
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I hate to say I told you so as much as the next person so...
Welcome to the Moms Club, we all knew you would be fabulous at this stuff and even more fabulous at writing about it.
Thanks.
Posted by: That Girl at January 15, 2008 02:16 AM (iVGwK)
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As I have read all of your entries, I look forward to all that I have to come. I love how you express yourself and I look forward to continue to read more. Congrats on your beautiful babies!
Posted by: Vicki at January 15, 2008 03:07 AM (8IrmH)
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Well said. Motherhood (and the process getting there) really has a lot to do with the things gained and lost, and the balancing act between the two extremes. So glad you have these little amazing children, and hoping the year to come brings much more happiness your way.
Posted by: Tonya at January 15, 2008 04:27 AM (DVgFJ)
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Last night my youngest one climbed into my lap for a snuggle before bed. It did make me wistful for the days when I could hold both of them in my lap, but I wouldn't go back for anything. Life is no good on rewind.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 15, 2008 12:06 PM (XD24A)
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I'm packing up little clothes too, and it's hard - I think I feel the same as you. I hope to have another some day, but I don't know that I will. I'm not ready to part with the little things yet, thinking about it makes me teary. And I too have been thinking a lot about the little aniversaries coming up. Big aniversaries.
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January 11, 2008
Home (Insert Cheesy Grin Here)
So we're home now.
We're home, the place looks like it's been bombed with the innards of a Samsonite factory, the cat rebelled and punctured the place with attractive hairballs (now rectified, because while I can tolerate baby spit-up cat stomach acid is not ok), I've got eleven billion things to do, Nick and Nora both have stonking colds, and I am so jet lagged that I can't remember my name. Starts with an H, I think. Or maybe not. Add to the fact that we just had what will go down in history as Flight Day From Hell (and if your first instinct is to type up a lecture in my comments about how I shouldn't be flying with infants then I'd urge you to rethink that one. I'm not in the mood to be patronized, and I've a rabbit punch ready for the first person who goes there) and I'm ready to open the bottle.
Actually, that's a good idea.
The flights were hell. Hell hell hell hell. The planes were packed, ergo no upgrade (a tip, as well, if you're interested - always bring the flight crew a treat, like a box of chocolates, or some shortbreads, or something wrapped and storebought. My stepmother told me about this, that if you bring the flight crew something they always tear into it. They also always remember you, and if they can they'll upgrade you, and if they can't they'll bring you lots of goodies. And sure enough, she was right. We got upgraded the first flight and got loads of attention the second flight. Worth it, even if you feel like a dick handing over a box of chocolates to a flight attendant, which you will.) Angus, Jeff and Nick sat on one side of the plane with a bassinette and Melissa, Nora and I took the other side with our bassinette. We even administered Calpol Night (like Baby Tylenol, with an aid to help them sleep.)
The babies took one look at the bassinettes and the Calpol and gave us the three month equivalent of "You and your plans, you can go fuck off, lady."
To be fair, they didn't cry much, they just whined a lot, wanted to be held, wanted feeding every 20 seconds, and generally made peeing difficult, although it was a challenge I met - yes I can pee in an airplane lavatory while holding a baby. I don't recommend it, but I can do it.
Of course we were sat next to every toddler on the plane who planned meetings right by our seats, whereby the usual toddler-to-toddler greeting wasn't "Hello, and welcome to our mini-UN". Oh no, the toddler-to-toddler greeting was more like "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" in tones that only dogs hear.
Dogs, and Nick and Nora, who have proven that while they can tolerate each other screaming next to them, they can differentiate between each other screaming and other babies screaming, and the other babies? Not so popular.
An interesting perk of the flight involved another mother of a baby close to the same age as mine (but her baby was huge! My short bus babies and I were embarrassed!). Said mother packed everything and was ready to go...the only problem being she packed her child's bottles and formula in the cargo hold. We could've delayed the flight an hour while baggage handlers struggled to find her bag, or I could share Nick and Nora's formula. Luckily I packed for America and my anal retentiveness paid off, and I had formula to spare. Cue even more gratitude from the flight crew, and we got all kinds of goodies, including Starbucks gift cards and free air miles. I would've given her the formula for no rewards, actually, but I'm not going to say no to Starbucks gift cards.
Our last flight, though, was the worst. Nick decided he'd had enough and simply screamed his way from Amsterdam to London. The hatred of our fellow passengers on the plane was palpable. I've never been so glad to get home in my life. And, of course, once home both babies were smiles, laughter and light, but we were so tired we put them and us to bed for a bit.
The visit was good - more details later, but all in all it was lovely. My family is very, very thoughtful and hideously in love with the twins. Whistler was incredible and we were in the world's greatest condo, a massive place that was skin-in/ski-out right onto the downhill slope they're going to use in the Olympics in two years. The skiing was fabulous and the easy-going nights by the fire with the family were welcome.
I am glad to be home, though. It's nice to have my things and my routines. It was also not always easy - as the middle person, I often felt I was getting pulled in too many directions: "Helen, can you have a word with so-and-so about such-and-such?" "Helen, please tell X that doing Y makes Z unhappy." "Helen, why doesn't whosit do whatsit?" Add that to the fact that my stepmother is meticulous and, well, we have four kids and I felt I was always trying to apologize and tidy up (she never had a go at me for being untidy with the kids' things, it's just the way I felt) and it was something to keep me going. But it's just a matter of convergence - blending my family with Angus' kids was bound to be a bit bumpy, and all in all it went pretty well.
Perhaps the worst day was yesterday, though. I was put in the middle again, the babies were furious about god knows what, and my stepmother pointed out that the back of my hair was crunchy. Like it was stuck together with baby vomit or something. Which, naturally and inexplicably, it was. And as we were trying to get going my dad started in on his familiar tome - "Helen, you need some exercise."
Right Dad. I'll get right on that, along with the great American novel and my quest for Inca gold. You know, cause I have so much spare time and all.
"No really, Helen. You need to get in shape."
"Jesus, Dad, I gave birth to TWINS three months ago!"
"Exactly. It's been three months, you should have lost the weight."
"I DID lose the weight! I even dropped two sizes! I just haven't been able to address my attractive spare stomach skin!"
"Well you need to fix that!" And then His Lycraness goes out for a run, leaving a flabby me to wonder where the alcohol is kept. I love my dad masses, but sometimes I want to remind him that sensitivity, it's a healthy commodity.
But I'm home now, and me and my wobbly stomach are going to bust into a curry before dieting begins on Monday.
-H.
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I'm so glad you're back! Isn't it funny that I think of you as being closer now even though you were closer in miles a day or so ago? Ha. Sorry to hear about the rough flights but glad to hear you survived it all. Thoughtfulness is an acquired skill, I think, and some people just aren't good at it (or it doesn't occur to them to develop the skill for the benefit of those around them). The middle is an awkward place for a people-pleaser to be but we always seem to find ourselves exactly there. You remind me of myself so much sometimes it's kind of scary. Dropping two sizes three months after giving birth is enough to piss a lot of women off so don't sweat the words of a man, even if he is your beloved father. :-D Glad you had a good trip; gladder that you're back.
Posted by: Lisa at January 11, 2008 08:46 PM (EcHBm)
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Welcome home. Glad you made it back safe and sound. It is always nice to come back to your own place, even after the best of visits.
And that flab? I don't think it ever truly goes away. Having a c-section means they cut through muscles (doh!), and even in the best of scenarios I don't think it ever heals the same. Of course, that is not to say you can never have a flat stomach again; I mean you are a woman who dropped two sizes in three months.
Posted by: Teresa at January 11, 2008 09:21 PM (Us3Am)
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Glad you and your family got home safe and sound and that you all had a good Holiday.
Take Care
Posted by: raul at January 11, 2008 09:56 PM (lxc1h)
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Oh dear, sounds like the flights were hell on earth. (((hugs))) It can't have been fun.
Posted by: Veronica (Sleepless Nights) at January 11, 2008 09:58 PM (3YrlS)
Posted by: BeachGirl at January 11, 2008 10:22 PM (RgeoX)
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Glad you all made it home in one piece! You dad and mine must have gone through the same sensitivity training. One sounds just as bad as the other.
Posted by: Kristen at January 11, 2008 10:28 PM (KKPnr)
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Amazing as always...what a feat you accomplished!! The lady with the baby will always remember Helen Who Saved the Day!
Posted by: Steff at January 11, 2008 10:44 PM (dicdr)
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You shouldn't fly with babies! *poke*
Now, now...you know I am teasing. ;-P
Glad you are home!
And tell your dad that I still have my loose skin from my babies and it's been 29 years now. The only way to "tighten" up my skin is to take a knife to it and that ain't happening. I have come to terms with my stomach skin, I even have a name for it...
Nah. Kidding about the name part. But I have come to terms with it. It was either have babies and have loose skin on my stomach or not have babies. I don't DO elective surgery for something that so many people have naturally. So THERE! Tell him THAT!
Posted by: The other Amber at January 11, 2008 10:47 PM (zQE5D)
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My mom had three C-sections, one for each of us. On the second one, her doctor gave her a tummy tuck when he stitched her back up. Even so, and even though she weighs 125 lbs and wears a US size 6, she still has some of that paunch left. Short of further surgery, I don't think it will ever go away. So, in other words, your dad needs to get new sensitivity training pronto.
Don't worry about it, dear; it's all part of the process, and you have two wonderful darlings to thank for it.
Posted by: Meredith at January 11, 2008 10:47 PM (IRd4d)
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I don't know why men can't figure out that our weight is not to be discussed. I gues it's a defect on the Y chromosome.
I'm glad you are back safe and sound--even more glad you had a good visit with everyone.
Posted by: sophie at January 12, 2008 12:02 AM (AY+fk)
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Do your dad and mr. kenju have that in common - the "no filter" - where every thought has to be uttered? Dang, they need to be taught a lesson, don't they? LOL
Welcome home and welcome back here. I am looking forward to hearing more about it.
Posted by: kenju at January 12, 2008 12:29 AM (yvCMb)
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welcome home. get some sleep. glad you're all back in one piece.
bunches of hugs!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 12, 2008 01:07 AM (IfXtw)
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Man, your dad would be like, "you had a baby a year ago? Why the hell are you still so fat?"
And I can't believe you traveled with babies. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!!!
Seriously, 14 hours on a plane, is bound to cause a rift with babies. I've been trying to plan a trip to see Kathy, and I'm scared of doing it now that he's older. I mean, I can only keep him quiet with Elmo and his beloved Rachel for so long before he loses his shit completely. He'll probably pull a move a la Stewie: "For the next four hours, you're my bitch."
Posted by: statia at January 12, 2008 01:19 AM (lHsKN)
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Your dad does know about that thing called skin elasticity...how it only goes to a certain point and sometimes won't go back the way it was???
Posted by: Dotty at January 12, 2008 01:53 AM (KJE2B)
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I am glad you are home safe and sound where you belong. What an awful flight that was and you must be so exhausted! I hope you will be able to get lots of rest over the next few days.
By the way, didn't you know? It is always harder to be the Mom than it is to be the Dad?
Posted by: Irene at January 12, 2008 02:24 AM (RL+iu)
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The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy says that three months ain't enough. It says it takes an average of nine months (yup, NINE) to get your bod back, no matter how hard you try.
Go ahead and try but don't stress about it if your tummy is reluctant. It had a lot to do in eight months and wants a rest.
Posted by: B. Durbin at January 12, 2008 02:36 AM (tie24)
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you're kidding about the diet, right? it's not about losing weight, surely, it's about getting your abs back. Please tell me you're kidding about the dieting?
Posted by: thalia at January 12, 2008 04:18 AM (wGBzp)
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I think you should give yourself a break. Losing baby weight from twins (much less a singleton) in 3 months is awesome.
You rock. No question.
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Posted by: Poppy at January 12, 2008 05:10 AM (k5BaA)
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I think I now have new patience for parents traveling with small children, thanks to your post. Welcome back!
Posted by: Hannah at January 12, 2008 11:10 AM (lUH62)
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Dear Helen, welcome back! Just reading your account of the trip, capped off with that awful comment by your father, made me want to reach for the bottle, but I don't seem to have any handy. Got any spare ones you could help me out with?
"Don't travel with babies?" How's that supposed to work?! Kudos to you for managing the lavatory trick -- I briefly considered it but chickened out.
Please don't diet, my dear. You're beautiful.
Oh, and... I finally broke down and got a Googlemail account, so I can finally comment with a non-"questionable" address...
Posted by: Kath at January 12, 2008 11:42 AM (bC0nh)
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Oh my G-d I never realized we were sisters. My dad does the same thing! At those times I always want to point out his bald spot but I lack the courage. Maybe you can and I will back you up;-D
See you at the next family gathering. Can I hold the babies??
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Glad you're home safe and sound and that you had a good time. Sounds like you did and that the family melded well. So pleased all went well on the hold.
Hope you get settled back in to your routine quickly and looking forward to hearing about your trip.
Posted by: suzie at January 12, 2008 09:29 PM (tFg0M)
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Welcome home! There really is no place like it. Kisses to the babies!
Posted by: Stella at January 13, 2008 12:29 AM (sFS+Z)
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glad you had a good time and glad to have you back!
abs x
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Um, I do believe I've seen pics of you in the altogether on your flickr. I can't say that your weight is ANYTHING for you to worry about (and you do have lots to worry about.)
Man, and I thought my family was insensitive.
Posted by: Tracy at January 14, 2008 01:41 AM (0rzA0)
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Um...*cough* You do NOT NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT.
Just sayin.
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January 06, 2008
Little Miss In Between
A short one from me, because our internet connection is tenuous at best - I suppose some forethought should have gone into it, because although our condo stated they have wifi, what they failed to mention was that the wifi was cable relay and located on the top of our neighbor's condo, all of which is under 2 feet of snow. I'd go up there with a ladder and a hairdryer to rectify the situaion, but ladders freak me out. Any day now Stephen King will make a horror book based on ladders, I'll be right there with him.
Skiing has been good so far, and the condo is spectacular. The babies are now sleeping through the night and hey - turns out I'm now a size 8 in jeans, so it can't all be bad. Yet despite the successes in nocturnal habits and dropping baby weight (the weight is gone, yet I still have an attractive apron of flesh that hangs down, courtesy of Les Bebes), I feel pretty blue. And stressed to holy fuck. And not feeling where I should be feeling.
I don't know why, I don't know how to fix it, I just know I feel a bit...small.
Small can be good.
Small is helpful on ski slopes where I fall ass over teakettle.
And hey - I heard they're casting for a new person to shout "The plane! The plane!" next to a guy in a tragic white leisure suit.
-H.
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If the babies are sleeping through the night - all is well. I hope you feel better soon, Helen.
Posted by: kenju at January 06, 2008 03:31 AM (yvCMb)
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I'm going to focus on the fact that the babies are sleeping! Through the night! Hopefully that means you are getting some rest too.
Posted by: donna at January 06, 2008 04:23 AM (Kco5r)
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Hooray for sleeping through! I hope that translates into Mom and Dad sleeping through! Enjoy the skiing!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 06, 2008 05:44 AM (IfXtw)
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oh, and Little Miss Can't be Wrong, you know. :-)
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 06, 2008 05:55 AM (IfXtw)
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Hope you are getting some much needed rest too.
And small is good-except when it comes to penises.
Posted by: Teresa at January 06, 2008 07:34 PM (sv7f2)
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H do you think I am short enough to go for that role... I am free now
Posted by: stinkerbell at January 06, 2008 09:27 PM (VJEl8)
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Small is still something. Congrats on the sleeping through the night thing - I only had ONE, and she didn't do that 'til she was 18 months old.
As far as how you're feeling, do you think it's because you think you SHOULD feel a certain way, that in comparison, how you're actually feeling is more of a contrast? Because...let's see...you just had twins 3 months ago, you've got a huge renovation about to happen, you have major stress from the Man, and the Swunt, and the step-kiddos, and - oh - by the way just for fun you threw in international travel. Because I'm just thinking? My bitchiness level would have reached new peaks with all that. Actually, I might have reached catatonic by that point. So, I guess give yourself a break! (And not by climbing on a freaking ladder in the snow...)
Posted by: Tracy at January 07, 2008 05:07 AM (zv3bS)
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Sometimes when you're stressed, and have been for some time, it can take a lot longer to unwind when on holidays than it otherwise would. Not very helpful I know, but the only thing you can do is go with the flow, and hopefully the relaxation will come soon for you.
Posted by: Fleat at January 07, 2008 08:48 AM (eoquk)
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Helen- I have been reading your blog since the Plain Layne days and comment occasionally. Anyhoo... I echo Tracy's second paragraph. Be kind to yourself and have no expectations. You are managing fabulously! Enjoy your family and the skiing.
Posted by: amelia at January 07, 2008 02:56 PM (L2+hh)
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If you're a UK size 8 in jeans I would like to kill you. I'm not a US size 8 either at the moment, but the UK size 8 thing would be depressing as fuck for me.
It's all about me, oh yes.
Posted by: MsPrufrock at January 07, 2008 09:00 PM (1NDGw)
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Happy New Year.
Oh I laughed.....Tattoo Tattoo!!
Enjoy the rest of your hols.
Posted by: Becks at January 07, 2008 10:54 PM (+F4jH)
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Size 8? *sigh* Amazing.
Nice to hear the babes are sleeping. That's always a good thing!
The internet? Mhwaaa haa haa... welcome to MY world! Ack.
Enjoy the vacation!
Posted by: sue at January 09, 2008 05:36 PM (WbfZD)
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Helen, hope you're find a little joy (and great fun) on the slopes and with your family!
Posted by: Heidi at January 09, 2008 06:13 PM (zWWUm)
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Good to hear the babies adapted to the new routine, formula and surroundings. I hope you and A were able to have some real vacation fun and that the trip home goes well for you all.
Posted by: Lisa at January 10, 2008 02:52 PM (EcHBm)
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H,
Its been a very long time since I have visited your blog, actually I think it was when you had your miscarrage so long ago, so I am absolutely thrilled for you and your boy that you now are the family you both worked and suffered so very hard to obtain.
Congrats!!!!
Nora and Nick are fantastically beautiful!
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January 03, 2008
Three Months Today
In a move that both surprises me and seems the most natural thing on earth, the babies were born exactly three months ago today.
I can't believe three months has passed. It seems like more. It seems like less. It feels like I have never been without the babies, and it feels like they are brand new entries to my life. I adore them, I mourn them, I love them, I need them, and three months ago they exploded into my life.
I'm not going to write a monthly newsletter to them (that's been done and neither a leader nor a follower be), nor will I mark every single month, but this month is a little bit special - the babies, my family and I are headed up to Whistler today for 5 days of winter fun. We will be there on the 5th of January, which is the anniversary of the first shot I took in the cycle that become my Nick and Nora. In some ways it's like coming first circle, I should be able to hold my babies up to the face of Blackcomb and pay homage to the Lupron God, and lay offerings at the feet of the Stims Seraphins.
In three months so much has happened that describing it makes me exhausted in ways I'm not already exhausted. When I'm away from the babies I think of them often, alternating between enjoying the peace and quiet and yearning for them. I don't want to miss a single second of them and I want to let them grow. I want a dozen more babies and I never want to contemplate more children again. I deplore of the sheer exhaustion and I live to hear that small sighing inhale they make just before they sneeze.
In short, I love them.
In long, I love them.
And there's so much in between.
A year ago yesterday I got engaged. Isn't that strange? It was only a year ago. We are in no hurry to get married and, in fact, I can't forsee it happening for a long time. But still. I love my ring, and I love my memories.
Tonight after a day of their cooing and wide-eyed innocence I put my babies to bed. I watched them, imagining their lungs - once working in tandem with mine - moving inside their chests, felt their warm curved backs, inhaled the sweet milky scent of their formula breaths. A year has passed, three months has passed, needles have passed and tears have passed and I look back and simply cannot imagine the journey that took me from Point A to Point B.
I have never been more confused, happy, sad, confident, or fearful than I am now.
I love my infants mightily.
I always will.
-H.
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**sniff**
They are beautiful. And so worth it.
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 03, 2008 08:45 AM (IfXtw)
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Beautiful recap, you have a wonderful way of describing what your babies mean to you. Enjoy Whistler, I can smell the snow and imagine it right now!
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 03, 2008 09:01 AM (HzKng)
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Three months! Like you said-itseems like forever and yet feels like yesterday.
It is strange how the universe seeks balance and all things come full circle. What a year this last one has been.
I don't usually believe that people "deserve" happiness or sadness, but in this case I have to make an exception.
Your family deserves all the happiness and love in the world. Enjoy the snow babe.
Posted by: Teresa at January 03, 2008 03:39 PM (6UJ8/)
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I feel like there is something special about that 3 month birthday. Because give or take, it's about a year since you found out you were pregnant. Some of us twin moms didn't go full term, so it's more take than give, but you know what I mean.
I wish I could tell you that the time slows down, but it doesn't. Mine turn 9 months on Jan 5th, and the feeling is the same. It's like they've always been here, and like they've just arrived. Emotional to say the least!
Me and my husband have already started discussing 1st birthday party plans! How crazy is that?
Enjoy your vacation with your family!
Posted by: Erica at January 03, 2008 04:09 PM (D6tE/)
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Beautiful!
Enjoy them, enjoy every single second.
Posted by: The other Amber at January 03, 2008 04:37 PM (zQE5D)
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Before they were born, remember how annoyed you got when people were constantly telling you to sleep now because you won’t after they’re born (even though you couldn’t because you couldn’t get or stay comfortable no matter what you did)? Anyway – this period right now – this is what they were trying to warn you about. But this is about the end of it – it starts getting better from here. You’ll still never sleep again – until perhaps they’ve moved out and started their own families – but your body gets more adapt to living without the sleep. And the next time you have a friend fall preggers you find yourself telling her to sleep now while she still can before you can stop yourself. I promise…
Congrats on all the other milestones. Hope the vacation goes well!!!
Posted by: Clancy at January 03, 2008 05:12 PM (HPYJV)
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Embrace this time, for this moment will never come again. Yes, there will be many, many, similar moments, but they won't be THIS moment. In a blink they'll be one, then five, then 25. Believe me, I know. But you know what? This moment? You will never forget. No matter how old they (or you) get... it will be imprinted on your soul forever. As it should be.
Posted by: sue at January 03, 2008 07:21 PM (WbfZD)
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Have a lovely last few days of your trip. Enjoy every moment of the babies.
Posted by: sophie at January 04, 2008 01:55 AM (AY+fk)
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Hold on tight, it's over before you know it and you don't want to live with any regrets. Enjoy every moment and imprint it on your mind and vow never to forget it. Be aware of now and here and this moment. Your kids are the most precious things you will ever have.
Posted by: Irene at January 04, 2008 02:40 AM (RL+iu)
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A primer for motherhood in all its glories!
Posted by: kenju at January 04, 2008 04:59 AM (yvCMb)
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Engaged????
and so s child shall lead (drive) them.
Happy Joy!!!
Posted by: LarryConley at January 04, 2008 05:17 AM (5vPUq)
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Helen - Give those babies an extra squeeze for all of their cyber uncles and aunts today! Tell them our lives are also richer because they are in the world.
Posted by: SaraJane at January 04, 2008 01:11 PM (vM3nl)
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Happy New Year Helen! Hope 2008 is a great year with the kids!
Posted by: Heidi at January 04, 2008 07:09 PM (fOaS+)
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Please give them a snuggle for me. Now that I'm knitting more again, I've been scoping out the patterns for wee baby goodies with them in mind. One can never have too many handknits.
Hope you have a wonderful visit to Whistler!
Posted by: Christine at January 05, 2008 01:09 AM (AP7py)
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Happy three-month-iversary!
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I read your site a while back and through some time warp space continuum I lost track of you. I just found you again through Christine's side bar and wow, just wow. I am so happy for you and your beauties.
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January 02, 2008
Brains....I Need Brains...
Christmas came in a flurry of presents and laughter, and New Years wasn't too far behind. It's great being here with my family, Melissa and Jeff have effortlessly slid into the fabric here and the babies are the very center of the universe, but overall Angus and I are really suffering.
The plane ride went better than expected - not only did the babies basically sleep through both of the flights, but we managed to secure an upgrade on the long flight from Amsterdam to Seattle (thanks to the purser of the flight being a good friend of my family's), and they cleared out a part of the business class section for us.
Heaven.
Nora went ballistic while we had to go through Immigrations, which didn't help our moods nor the moods of the egomaniacal types stamping the passports, but she gave up her tirade against the world by the time we had gotten our luggage.
We're having a good time, but Angus and I are so sleep-deprived it's reached new lows of hell. Not even when I was pregnant or on 3-hour feeding schedules was I this tired. My family's house is large but accommodating this many people is hard, so the babies are in our room. And the babies, they're furious that their schedule has been fucked with and they're in a new place. We're trying to be as consistent as possible with their schedule from home, but my whole "Looky here, my babies sleep through the night!" shtick is gone. The babies slept about 3 hours the first night we arrived, so Angus and I got about 3 hours. They're not hungry (we tried feeding them), they just want to scream. The night before last was so bad that I caved and simply pulled Nora into bed with us, risking Angus' displeasure. She fell asleep right away, her softspot twirling beneath my chin like a buttercup test.
The night before last was so agonizing I literally felt like dying. I'm a legendary insomniac and I've never felt so shit before in my life. We're inhaling coffee during the day and begging the sleep gods to let the babies sleep all night. So far, no dice. Nowhere close. We've moved the babies' cot into our adjoining en suite and still we can't get any sleep. Last night at 10 pm I felt like crying - Angus was snoring and I knew I had only hours until the babies kicked it off again. We try to stick to our schedule from home, but I can only imagine what kind of fresh hell it's going to be when we return back home and have to re-work the schedule again.
Combined with the fact that we woefully underestimated how much formula to bring, and we're now blending our SMA Gold formula from England with Enfamil, we're clearly overwhelmed. Hopefully the mixture doesn't upset their stomachs too much. I think a part of me even hopes that it'll help with Nora's colic, although if it does I'll have a big problem importing the stuff.
In the meantime, while it's lovely to be here and my family is amazing, but I can't even enjoy Target. We walked around it like fucking zombies, I couldn't even tell what was what. I'm completely mental and incoherent just now - I actually fell asleep at the table, proving that a National Lampoons special is indeed in my future. I just need sleep. Angus and I feel like we're dying.
In terms of holidays, so far it's a nice one, but definitely not a relaxing one.
Here's to hoping the situation improves once we get to Whistler.
-H.
PS-many thanks to Sue, who was my 19,000th comment.
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Silly girl, going on a big trip like that with the babies. It is way too soon for something like that. I do believe this was an error of judgment. Stay home after this until they are way older. Don't be traipsing around the globe with them for a while yet.
Sorry you are going through this. I really feel for you.I really hope that you'll all be alright.
Posted by: Irene at January 02, 2008 05:19 PM (RL+iu)
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Irene, I'm sure you mean well, but seeing as how they've already commenced the trip and are struggling with its effects, I don't know if it is the most apt time for such admonishments.
I'm crossing my fingers you and Angus are able to catch some serious sleep soon. Any chance your family could watch the babes for an afternoon while you nap?
Posted by: Kimberly at January 02, 2008 05:38 PM (v57BG)
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You're doing the best you can - and you know what? It's a damn fine job. I'm sorry you're having such a rough vacation but so thankful you're getting to spend time with your family. Spending time with loved ones is never an error of judgment. And yay for the upgrade to business.
Hope 2008 lets up on you a bit and lets you sleep.
Posted by: April at January 02, 2008 05:39 PM (xEWJq)
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Way to shoot someone in the back Irene.
I feel for you honey. I never had to travel as far as you to be with family but I remember what a bitch it was to just go 4 hours north with one baby. I hope that they begin to settle soon-and I trust they will. It just takes them time, but I know how desperate you must feel.
As far as when you get home, it may take a few days for them to adjust back, but I think you will be surprised at how they cope. Babies are amazing like that.
I am thinking of you with lots of love. For what it is worth I think you are doing a great job.
Posted by: Teresa at January 02, 2008 05:54 PM (Cdn+c)
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I always go a little mental when travelling with kids. I call it my lack of sleep delirium. My girl is 4 y.o. and is just now travelling well. Even at 3 she would SCREAM at night and just not sleep well by the 7th night you get delirious and think "she has to sleep now she is so sleep deprived." All will be fine after a few days home. I love, love, love the short hair by the way.
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Irene - my family travels. Travel is hugely important to us as a family and as individuals. It will also be important for my children - this is the first of many, many trips. Everyone parents differently, but for me I won't be someone who feels that having babies means the end of travelling, we just have to get our routines down, which we haven't yet. It brings my family closer together - my father has been over to see us several times since the babies were born, coming his way was the very least we could do to show how very much we all love each other.
Yes, I wish the sleep patterns were easier.
No, I do not regret coming.
As for the other comments, thanks for the support - my addled brain loves you too.
Posted by: Helen at January 02, 2008 06:44 PM (J+ZKQ)
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Irene-- my parents started me early, my first cross country flight was at 3 months old. I got used to it. Before I was 3, I was in a small plane piloted by my dad and asked when I could fly the plane. He said when I could reach the controls, so I grabbed at the yoke! Kids can fly and there's no reason to give up traveling, especially when travel is a GREAT way to learn and when the rest of the family enjoys it so immensely.
More on topic: Helen-- good luck with the trip! I hope you can get plenty of sleep SOON and get back to your normal levels of Target enjoyment.
Posted by: Marian at January 02, 2008 06:56 PM (7ZiKm)
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The hardest, most difficult, most misunderstood, most broken rule of parenting is asking for help. I've got 15+ years under my belt and I still try and manage it all even when I know deep in my soul I can't. I bet if you asked for help from your family (Melissa & Jeff included) or a nanny in Whistler you would feel a little better. Not only that, buy you and Angus could probably use a night off to yourselves too; even if its take out pizza locked in the bedroom.
Posted by: cursingmama at January 02, 2008 07:00 PM (PoQfr)
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If you're not enjoying Target then there's BIIIIIIIIIIG trouble out there!
Hindsight is always 20/20. And there are some lessons parents have to learn on their own. Traveling with children is one of them.
Remember there's a learning curve for you AND the babies. You'll be fine.
Posted by: ~Easy at January 02, 2008 07:18 PM (WdRDV)
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I don't think there's anything wrong with starting travel early but their first trip being one that's halfway around the world is bound to be a doozy. God bless ya, I didn't travel 2 hours by car to visit my parents until my son was older! I don't know if there's really any advantage to starting small though - babies will get out of sorts over the smallest trips so why not go big?
At least your flights went well, that is something to be very grateful for. I hope the babies settle soon and the flights home go as smoothly.
Posted by: paula at January 02, 2008 07:25 PM (Vlcxt)
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I'm glad the flight went well. I feel your pain on a smaller scale. Angel3 is still getting us up an average of 2 times a night, and we're not even traveling. : )
While I wouldn't endeavor to take a baby around the world (let alone 2 babies) and would discourage others from doing it, it's a trade off. You lose a lot of sleep and comfort, but your Dad and stepmom get to see their grandchildren at THEIR house. I'm sure that's glorious for them. After you're back in England and well rested, the hardships of the trip will be a faded memory and an experience that actually bonds you and Angus; but the memories for your Dad & stepmom will be rich, pleasing, and permanent.
Sacrificing our comfort for the sake of others is a lost art. I'm sure your Dad & stepmom appreciate your sacrifice more than they can express.
Posted by: Solomon at January 02, 2008 09:55 PM (x+GoF)
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Gosh, I am a believer that exposing little people to travel and culture can only be a good thing. And getting them started early means an overall easier transition to funny time zones and strange foods etc. The first trip was always going to be the hardest in terms of understanding how its really going to be. Its only going to get more manageable. Our daughter had travelled to South Africa and Australia from the UK all before the age of six months, it was much easier for us because we only had one and I could stick her on the boob in times of crisis, but I still maintain that she is a more chilled baby as a result of having to adjust to lots of different experiences. We are about to set off on a marathon three week trip back to the UK from Sydney and Amy turns 18 months old this week. Are we crazy? YES! Will we regret going? I sincerely hope not!
I hope you get some well deserved rest in Whistler! Or at least a couple of inches of powder!
Posted by: Super Sarah at January 02, 2008 10:04 PM (HzKng)
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Yeah, they don't like it when you fuck with their schedule. Thankfully, the Mini is all "fuck you and YOUR schedule." It's really the only time it came in handy.
Posted by: statia at January 02, 2008 10:33 PM (lHsKN)
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I think sort of like a mini-Irene, with sedation. I do believe taking kids half-way or one-third of the way around the world is asking for a world of hurt. I did it, I did it often, but it hurt.
But I was able to minimize the hurt via pharmacology, as in "better living through pharma.." I'd give those babies a dose of benadryl or nighttime cold medicine and BLAST them into the right timezone.
I often traveled alone with babies, and getting them to sleep on the right schedule (ie MINE) was absolutely critical. If my kids didn't respond well to those meds, I never would have traveled.
Good luck, Helen! You'll make it, but trust me, you'll be happier (as will Angus) if you can just use a little dropperfull of sedatory heaven on the little ones. Good luck! I'm rooting for you! (and so glad my kids now travel with headphones, busy thumbs, and not a peep).
Posted by: red at January 02, 2008 10:43 PM (huNZa)
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I personally dislike vacations that are not total R&R but I guess you have to be with family at some point.
Posted by: Lukie at January 02, 2008 11:30 PM (WXIEq)
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When my kids were "distressed" or teething I would try dipping the pacifier in an alcholic beverage: bourbon or similar. Wouldf rom time to time work.
Good luck. Geood time.
Happy New Year. Will get better.
Posted by: Charles at January 03, 2008 12:00 AM (gHAtb)
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I think you might be the bravest person in the world to have made that trip with them. I wish I had some advice, but I don't. I just hope they settle in soon, so that you can start to enjoy some of your time stateside!
Posted by: Erica at January 03, 2008 01:21 AM (D6tE/)
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You are reminding me of the trip we took with our newborn son to see his paternal grandparents, when the boy was 6 weeks old. It was HELL, and we only went 500 miles, not clear across the sea. I don't know how you did it, but keep your eyes on the prize until you get back home and get back on schedule again.
Posted by: kenju at January 03, 2008 05:34 AM (yvCMb)
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oh no! Is there any way you can get your parents to treat you to a "reverse" date and take the kiddoes out so you can get some shut eye?
Glad the flights went well, though. Enjoy Whstler!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 03, 2008 06:02 AM (IfXtw)
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oh no! Is there any way you can get your parents to treat you to a "reverse" date and take the kiddoes out so you can get some shut eye?
Glad the flights went well, though. Enjoy Whistler!
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 03, 2008 06:11 AM (IfXtw)
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Sending your babies relaxing, sleepy thoughts. I hope it improves soon, very very soon for you.
Posted by: Veronica at January 03, 2008 10:25 AM (8wX3J)
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The night before last was so bad that I caved and simply pulled Nora into bed with us, risking Angus' displeasure.
I know you've mentioned this before but it still baffles me how Angus is so very against the babies sleeping with you or both of you sometimes. Honest to god, it's not THAT big of a deal. My best friend's baby is two years old now but the first 6 months (at least) she slept with Mom and Dan almost every night. Y says she never would have gotten any sleep otherwise. And this is her third; she didn't have that problem with the first two. Now at two years old, she sleeps in her crib by herself just fine.
And my kids both slept with us sometimes, too. As babies and as small children; no biggie. It never became an issue, they never resisted going to bed by themselves, etc., etc.
They are all so very different, they all have different needs and they are only THAT little for a relatively short time. Angus, I have an immense amount of respect for you although I don't know you except through Helen but Helen loves you so you must be an exceptional man.
But please...relax a tad about the infant sleeping in bed with Mommy sometimes thing, will you?
It's only the natural state of affairs for mommies and babies all over the world and has been so since the dawn of Mankind. You know? If it was so horribly awful, how in the world did the human race make it so far with so many babies sleeping with their mommies all this time?
And you can both tell me to shut up and it's none of my business, because you're right, it's none of my business. But I'm testy today in a peri-menopausal way so...there ya GO! Assvice from me again. And worth every penny you paid for it, I might add! ;-P
Posted by: The other Amber at January 03, 2008 04:33 PM (zQE5D)
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Uh, the "Dan" was a typo; my Dan does not sleep with my best friend and her baby. Should have read "Dad".
Although if he DID sleep with my best friend and her baby, I would brain them both and take the baby. Okay, not really...no no...actually, I do mean that. ;-P
Posted by: The other Amber at January 03, 2008 04:35 PM (zQE5D)
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I, too, remember traveling with young ones. We took a cross-half-country trip to visit my sister-in-law and drove in a van with four children. The youngest was two and he cried and/or screamed almost the whole trip. I spent a couple of nights with him in the van so the rest of the family could sleep! Yeah, fun times. I feel for you, sweetie. Sleep depravation is no fun, for you or for them. I hope all gets leveled out soon and you can get some much-needed rest.
I can't believe I was the 19,000 commenter! Wow. That's just amazing. Not that you have that many comments, that doesn't surprise me one twit. That I was the one, that's the surprise!
Posted by: sue at January 03, 2008 07:17 PM (WbfZD)
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Don't ever allow anyone to tell you what you should do with your own children, you know when the time is right and this time it's travel (ahem..Irene!!!!). Why the hell should you put an end to exploring and admiring different parts of our wonderful globe.
I too had a "colicky" baby who is now 10mths old..thankfully for us, she turned at 18wks so I read your posts with the hope that you will enjoy the same pattern. You know what though, we got the most beautiful and happiest little girl at that point. She is full of life, laughter and always, always smiling - even in her sleep.
Like others have mentioned, if it's fitting and you feel like it try to go out (even if it is alone) without the babies just for an hour. Clear some head space..sit and watch passers by with a warm drink.
Thinking of you, all the way from Australia.
Posted by: K (Australia) at January 05, 2008 10:42 PM (w4YUC)
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As far as the colic, I had a friend who switched to soy milk and the colic disappeared. She went through three kids with terrible colic, so she tried it in desperation on the fourth and it was GONE. It might not work, but I thought I'd pass it along.
Posted by: Rhonda at January 06, 2008 08:13 PM (6iu+V)
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