When my daughter was younger I would give her the empty egg cartons for a few days as toys. She would use them to store things in, usually her people, and tote it around the house with her treasures inside. She would tire of the toy and I would throw it away. A week later she would have a new egg carton to play with.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Recently I spent the afternoon at my friend's mother's house. Inevitably the discussion steered towards the twins. Eventually I was talking about asking my doctor to prescribe me Clomid in the hopes of getting pregnant with twins next time. Since I feel as if my only chance to be a twin mom was taken away.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
I was so proud as we left the hospital and I was holding our bundled baby against the cold March wind. I gingerly got into the car and we took a hundred photos; in the elevator, putting her in the carseat, all of us in the car and going home.
Friday, February 10, 2006
I love my minivan. I just can't say enough about it. I get asked a lot as to whether or not a woman should make the big jump into minivan-land. This is why I made that scary leap at the young age of 25 and we never looked back. This is the best baby-equipment besides my dishwasher and Tivo.
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Seeing a pregnant woman after your loss is inevitable. Hopefully, she will be an anonymous woman at the grocery store or a celebrity expecting her first. But it will probably be your friend, sister, neighbor or someone you will have to see often. Someone who you would have jumped for joy with before, but now things are different. You are different. You are a loss mom. How do you react to them while protecting your feelings and not offending them?
Sunday, February 5, 2006
Most days are really good as a stay-at-home mom of two toddlers. But you all know about the days I am going to talk about. The days that you think back to before children. You remember romancing your husband, having sex, and getting pregnant. And then you look at your little monsters and exclaim, "the sex wasn't that good, why did I do that!"