What's Important?

If you ask this beautiful little boy what the
most important thing
 in this world is, he will tell you.
FAMILY
And then, he will tell you
how important it is to
LOVE
 your family,
but most importantly...
To love
YOURSELF

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25 things you don't know about...**BLOG HOP**


I am linking up through Mama's Blog Hop...you can find her post and links to everyone else's posts HERE!

I had actually already written this post on another media forum, in January of 2009, but it still applies, so I just copied, pasted, and modified a few things that needed updating. 


Things You Don't Know About ME:


1. I STILL have no idea what I am going to be when I grow up.
2. These are things I secretly yearn to be: photographer, designer (many types), dancer (I have studied Belly Dancing for many years, but would like to attempt some other forms, as well!), personal trainer (don't laugh), Babywearing Expert and consultant, WAHM,designer and maker of handmade items, an inspiration to others, organized and neat, SEXY, rich and not-quite-so-famous (who doesn't??), a successful business owner....the list really does go on and on...I'll stop here.
3. I swore I would never love more than 1 person in my life...I now love 3, heart and soul.
4. I hate cleaning...which is why...My HOUSE is always a disorganized (seriously cluttered) disaster.
5. When I worked in an office, I was anal retentive about cleanliness and organization...never anything out of place.
6. I have a degree in Interior Design...YET, my house is an un-decorated, cluttered, disorganized disaster.
7. I put on 60 pounds being a full-time student, while working full-time, running a volunteer organization to design and rebuild homes lost in the 2003 San Diego Wildfires, and becoming a home-owner...NOT by becoming a Mommy. Having a torn tendon in my ankle for the past 2 years has not helped.
8. I was studying to become an Architect when I got pregnant with my son, after 8 years of infertility.
9. I witnessed a horrific gang-related beating while I was 8 months pregnant with my son, and chased the attacker, and saved his victim's life. My heart aches to this day, thinking of how his mother must have felt seeing him broken and bloodied, and hanging onto life by a thread.
10. We conceived our daughter the first night we TALKED ABOUT becoming pregnant in future months.
11. I have way too many clothes (especially ones that don't fit), and bags...I LOVE BAGS....(especially my pretties from Bagonia!)
12. I love to read, write, draw, sew, craft, and lots more....I hope to find the time to pursue these things more frequently, in the near future.
13. I love to learn, but hate school....not ALL of it...just the homework part.
14. I've taken so many different classes for so many different things that my hubby called me a Professional Student. I still want to take more classes...and learn more trades...I really think it's an addiction.
15. I now have ALMOST everything I've ever wanted.
16. I have some of the most amazing women EVER as my friends...I hope they know how lucky I feel to have them.
17. I went into the military straight out of high school, and turned down a chance to be a search and rescue swimmer...I still regret that.
18. I have NO SYMPATHY for someone who would abuse a child...in ANY way, shape, or form. As a child, I was abused...one day, I will find the strength and courage to write about it. Today is not that day.
19. My Mom died in a car accident in 1979...Her boyfriend was driving drunk...My brother and I were in the car...He got away with murder...I AM FIRMLY AGAINST DRINKING AND DRIVING.
20. I miss my mom, and even though I was too young to remember her...I can't seem to let go.
22. I have THE 2 MOST BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN on the face of the earth....yes, I am biased.
23. I have a freckle on the bottom of my foot...now, so does my daughter.
24. There are 3 people in my life I can't live without...I hope I never have to.
25. I LOVE to help others.


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Tutorial: Crafting our 4th of July (Re-purposing clothing)

The 4th of July is just around the corner...literally! If you are like me, you love dressing your kids for the holidays. While I'd love to be able to buy my kids a new outfit for each holiday, it's just not affordable, especially for an outfit to be worn one or two times, then outgrown. Instead, I dress them in regular clothes and accessorize with a cute pair of sleeves made from socks! Our 4th of July sleeves are going to be made from socks purchased on sale at Joann's right after Memorial Day. They were priced at $4.99, but on sale, were 1/2 off, making them $2.50! I am also making SugarPlum a shirt from a onesie I found on clearance at Target earlier this year, for a WHOPPING $1.25! Tell me, WHERE could you buy an entire holiday outfit for $3.75?

In this post, I am going to walk you through 2 different processes. First, I will show you how to re-purpose a pair of knee high socks into a pair of sleeves (they can also be used as leggings) to be worn with a t-shirt. The second process is converting a onesie to a t-shirt! 
Making Sleeves
You can typically find inexpensive knee high socks at Target for around $2.50, but you can also spend up to $8 for a pair you REALLY LOVE. The most I've spent is $7 for a 2-pack, which makes each pair $3.50. It's a far cry from the $8-$12 you'd spend on a ready-made pair of leggings or sleeves.
Lay your socks out flat, as they are already pressed.  

Cut the toe off, leaving a straight opening. This is easiest when there is a pattern, since you can follow the pattern, as I have done with the stripes on these. Cut the foot off just forward of the heel, keeping it parallel with the first cut you made at the toe. This is the portion you will use for the cuff. Now, cut the heel out, straightening the bottom of the leg of the sock parallel with the top of the sock. 
Toss the toe and heel clippings.

Fold one end of the cuff piece inward, matching wrong sides together, so that you can flip it over in either direction and only see the exterior. Match up the raw edges and pin. If there is a pattern, you will want to match it up before you pin, so the pattern continues to flow.

Take the leg of the sock and push through the center of the cuff, from the folded edge first, so that your raw edges are all on the same end. You will now have 3 layers of raw edges. If there is a pattern, make sure you pin it so that when the cuff is folded down, the pattern is still in the appropriate orientation. If it is not, flip the cuff in the other direction before inserting the leg. Pin these 3 raw edges together. As you can see, I have a blue stripe with stars down either side of the sock, so I matched the blue stripes on the cuff to the stripes on the leg of the sock.

Set your machine to zig-zag and zig-zag stitch around the entire ring of the raw edges. I use a medium length and width for my zig-zag stitches. DO NOT STRETCH THE SOCK. If you stretch it, it will end up looking funky...trust me! You are zig-zagging to allow for it to stretch as you put it on, therefore, you do not need to stretch it as you sew.

Once you are done sewing the first one, flip it, check it for pattern consistency one last time, and if you are happy, move on to the second sock. Repeat the above steps for the second sock!

Congratulations! You have just made your own leggings and/or sleeves from a pair of socks!

I've found that I can wear the same sleeves that I make for my kids, and they work perfectly. They are great to keep in my purse, in case it gets chilly in the evening time. I can just toss them on under my t-shirt sleeves!
Onesie to T-shirt Conversion
My husband HATES onesies. He always has. Whenever I leave the house for any length of time, I have to leave him t-shirts for the kids, since he has a strict NO ONESIE policy. Now that my kids are a little bit older, and both potty-trained, I NEED for them to have t-shirts, for easy access to get on the potty independently. My problem with this? I have tons of adorable onesies that still fit my daughter, but I can't put on her because she can't get them on and off by herself when she needs to use the potty. My solution is to cut the bottoms off and sew a hem, converting them to t-shirts. 

First, make sure you have the right sewing machine needle! It needs to be ballpoint, and matched to the weight of the fabric. I am using a light to medium weight fabric, so I picked a size that is made for light to medium weight fabric. It doesn't need to be the most expensive needle, trust me...just pick one. You could spend all day shopping for a needle. I buy the cheapest, typically, because they might break, and you are going to end up needing to replace them eventually. More money. So...don't go top-dollar. Unless you are a pro, and NEED to.
Fold your onesie in half, length-wise, so the side seams are matched. 
Cut across the bottom, just above the bottom seams, removing the seam or binding, along with the snaps. 
You now have a raw edge on the bottom. I allowed mine to keep a slight curve, instead of cutting straight across.

Flip the raw edge upward, on the outside. You can choose how big you want your hem to be. Whatever that number is, double it for how much you are flipping upward. For example, if you want your hem to be 1/4", flip up 1/2" of the bottom fabric. Now, flip the raw edge downward, matching it to the original fold at the bottom.
Pin in place. I twist the pin as I insert it, to avoid pulling or tearing the knit fabric.

Once you've pinned all the way around your hem, set your machine to zig-zag. I use medium lengths and widths for my stitches. Place the raw edge (where it is pinned to the folded edge) on your machine, right in the middle of the presser foot opening. This will allow the zig-zag stitch to go on either size of the edge of the fabric, creating your hem, and securing the raw edge at the same time.

Now that you are done stitching the entire hem, flip the hem down and press it flat with your iron. 

Congratulations! You've just converted a onesie into a t-shirt! Pretty simple, eh?
Your last step for BOTH of these tutorials is to find a model and take a photo of your completed outfit!
HOW CUTE IS THAT!?!
If you end up making these, please feel free to let me know in the comments, with a link to your post, or email me photos of your completed items!

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Fo Fo Figgily's First Haircut: A Review and A Giveaway!


UPDATE (7/5/2011): Out of 4 valid entries, Random.org drew #3. Congratulations, Angela! I've sent an email requesting your information! Thanks to everyone who entered!
 
When I first received the DVD from Mamarazzi Knows Best and opened it, my initial thought was "Oh no! This isn't going to go well!" You see, Pickle, my 5 year old son, has never had his hair cut! I was concerned that the show might somehow make him feel pressured into getting a haircut, or make him feel silly with his long hair.

I'm happy to report that my fears were put at ease as soon as the show started! Pickle watched it, interacted with it, and LOVED it!

In Fo-Fo Figgily's First Haircut, Fo-Fo Figgily and his friends Logan, Vivala Wee, Kendal Bootglow, Mr. Pinch, Ernest Earthworm, Fixle Bowstring and the Task Tinkers, took us on an adventure through Seabucklebark, where the motto is "Anything is possible when you work together!"

Fo-Fo Figgily was struggling to see his keyboard through his shaggy, thick, purple hair. His friends Logan and Vivala Wee try to help him find a solution. Their search leads them on a trek around town, where each of their friends attempts to help. The experience was a positive one, where Fo-Fo Figgily has a lot of fun learning what it means to get a haircut, instead of a new hair DO.

While the main lesson is about working together and making anything possible, there are several other lessons to be learned, such as what the different traffic light colors mean, healthy eating tips, fitness tips, and one that I felt was VERY important to teach your children: ONLY GROWN-UPS SHOULD CUT YOUR HAIR. 

Speaking from my own childhood hair cutting experience, this is EXTREMELY important to teach our children. Granted, I still have my eyes, and yes, hair DOES grow back, the growing out process can be a bit challenging, when some chunks have been chopped nearly to the scalp! For this reason, I keep my scissors locked in my sewing room when they are not being used!

My children really had a fun time with Fo-Fo and his friends, dancing, singing, and learning...they have asked me to play it over and over and over again, and each time, they act as excited to see it as the very first time!

Find Fo-Fo Figgily on Facebook or Twitter! You can also check out Fo-Fo Figgily's Website, where you and your child can Meet the Characters, play games, and SO MUCH MORE!

You can purchase Fo-Fo Figgily's First Haircut or Fo-Fo Figgily's Surprise Birthday Adventure, OR you can purchase them as a set!

I'm giving away ONE copy of Fo-Fo Figgily's First Haircut! It's easy to enter!

Just leave a comment, telling me which character you think your child will LOVE, and WHY! 


*Please leave a valid email address in your comment, or your comment will not count. OPEN TO US RESIDENTS ONLY! 

The winner will be drawn on Tuesday, July 5th, by Random.org and contacted via email (by TheRehanFamily) and asked to reply with a mailing address! The winner will have 48 hours to reply with a mailing address, or a new winner will be drawn!

For an EXTRA chance to win, visit Mamarazzi Knows Best, and enter HER giveaway! 

Good Luck!

**Disclaimer: I received a copy of Fo-Fo Figgily's First Haircut to review, as well as one to give away! This has in no way affected my review of this product. My opinion is and always will be my own, and REAL.
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20 Things That Excite Me


I'd like to share with you 20 Things That Excite Me. These are not the ONLY 20 things that excite me...I could fill a book with EVERYTHING that excites me, so I limited it to 20! Enjoy!

  1. Helping others.
  2. Trying something fun for the first time.
  3. Fresh, ripe fruit straight from the tree/bush.
  4. A quiet morning to myself as the kids sleep in.
  5. The sparkle in my children's eyes.
  6. Designing something new.
  7. Re-designing something old.
  8. Activities that entertain my kids for more than 5 minutes.
  9. Sharing a fresh pot of chocolate flavored coffee with my hubby on Saturday and Sunday mornings.
  10. Brainstorms.
  11. Carnival mirrors that make me look skinny.
  12. 1/2 priced fabric remnants.
  13. Time spent with friends, old and new.
  14. Finding money in clothing pockets and old purses or wallets.
  15. The idea of launching my own sewing business.
  16. Networking with amazing people.
  17. Getting a great deal on something I've wanted for a long time, but would never buy at full price.
  18. The sound of my hubby's key in the door at the end of the day.
  19. Friendly competition.
  20. Getting the bed to myself, when hubby falls asleep on the couch.



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I'd Like to Introduce You to KidsCause

KidsCause.org

We all love to shop a good deal, right? We all enjoy giving back to our community, right? So, why not combine the two and and shop while giving back to the community all in one easy click? Well folks, you can and it’s through a fantastic new non-profit online deal site called KidsCause.

The KidsCause Mission and Commitment: 

KidsCause joins together with like-minded businesses and community partners to provide funding for organizations whose goals are to improve the lives of kids in their local community and around the world. KidsCause is a non-profit organization that utilizes for-profit business methods and cause marketing to benefit organizations serving children. 

With every purchase, something good happens for a child. A single purchase may provide a child with a pair of shoes or food for a day; combined purchases may fund a clean water source for an entire village or a complete room-makeover for a child battling cancer. Whatever it is, we guarantee that with every purchase made at KidsCause.org, you will help improve the quality of life for children in your community and around the world.

How KidsCause Works
 

Get it:
Sign up to receive a great local daily deal via email, Twitter or Facebook. 


Share it: 
Share your deal with friends and family through e-mail or social networks. Sharing more means giving more! 

Enjoy it: 
Follow the instructions on your voucher and head out to your local merchant to get your deal. 

and... 

Kids benefit from it: 
While getting a great local deal, you’re helping to raise money for kids! 

While this alone is reason enough to start shopping with KidsCause, the benefits of KidsCause.org doesn’t end here. KidsCause also offers all of their members the chance to become KidsCause Champions through their amazingly simple and prosperous referral program. You don’t need your own blog or website to become a part of the KidsCause Crowd, all you need is a way to spread the word: 

How it Works: 

  1. Please signup to get your personal referral link. 
  2. Share your personal referral link with your network of friends, family, co-workers, and associates through email, facebook, twitter, blogs, your website, etc. 
  3.  When your friends join the KidsCause Crowd through your link, they will become part of your KidsCause network. 
  4.  Each time one of your friends makes a purchase, we will credit your account with 10% of the KidsCause revenues from that sale.  
  5. Use your earnings to: 1. make purchases on KidsCause.org, 2. request a check from KidsCause when your earnings have reached $100 or more, 3. donate your earnings directly to a child in need through a special KidsCause Champion webpage. 
KidsCause has a winning equation for everyone involved. We get to shop some great deals and we have peace of mind knowing that our purchase has a direct and very tangible effect on a child in need. We spread the word about KidsCause with the referral program and we make a direct and very tangible effect on our own wallets. 

Let’s all support (KidsCause - the non-profit daily deal site) today and make an impact while we shop. 

Sign up today!
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Living Without Closure

I've spent most of my life searching for answers to questions. I like to feel like there is an answer for everything, but I've learned that this isn't always the case. Or maybe it is, but nobody will speak it out loud. Some answers die with the person the questions are about. Some questions never get asked, or at least not to the person to whom they apply. And honestly, there are some questions I may NOT really want to hear the answer to.

Recently, I posted to a group of amazing women the question of what closure means to them. I was happy to know that I was not alone in feeling like I needed closure on some things, but I also started to feel like maybe I need a lesson in "Letting Go". While the big things definitely should gain their respected closure, there are certainly a lot of little things that I need to just let go of. This being said, I still know in my heart that there are several things I will probably NEVER find closure for, and I have to learn to be okay with that. I wish I knew how to do that.

Lack of closure has affected my ability to move forward, in some aspects of my life, and I have come to a point in my life where I am ready to break past those barriers and truly move on. It's definitely a difficult process, and one that requires some serious work, but I know that I will get there, somehow. I just don't know when. Or how.
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Being a Mom: Devastation and Acceptance

I’ve attempted to write this post over and over again, in the past nearly 3 years, but I’ve struggled with it. I mean, it’s really NOT that easy to hit PUBLISH on something that is so deep down and personal. Yet, it is something that I need to share. Partially, for the healing quality of sharing, and partially, because I may not be the only one who has been through, or is going through, this sort of devastation in my life. And if there is a teeny tiny chance that someone else might resonate with what I’ve been through, I’m happy to share with them and provide the support that I lacked while going through it.

If you read my blog regularly, you’ve probably already read “Being a Mom: Desperation and Celebration”. If not, you may want to read it…it explains a lot.

So, go get your cup of coffee, and a box of tissues, and join me on a trip down memory lane, as I say good-bye to a part of me forever...It's a long one, so get comfy!

I’m one of those “horrible women” who allowed her children to be born via C-section. Yes, I did. Both times. Pickle was an emergency c-section, delivered after 18 hours of labor, and several very scary moments. I didn’t want to do it, but because I knew by the look on the doctor’s face that there was no other way, I swallowed my self-pity and allowed them to do what needed to be done to bring my son safely to my arms. SugarPlum was scheduled, at the urging of my OB, due to her projected size of 9 lbs. I must say, I am VERY glad that I allowed this to happen, because she was a pound larger than predicted.

After SugarPlum’s birth, I opted for an IUD, due to previous difficulties with birth control options. As luck would have it, my IUD decided to migrate from my uterus into my right tube and ovary, where it had to be surgically removed. So much for birth control! That’s a whole other post for another day.

It was nearly 9 months after SugarPlum came that I fell ill. With the return of an old not-so-welcome friend, came crippling pain that took away every ounce of strength I had, and my will to live. I had to have my Hubby help me out of bed some mornings, because I couldn't even stand to walk to the bathroom. I felt like I was failing my children, because I couldn't play with them the way they deserved, and I didn't have the energy to go anywhere to let them run and play.

Each day was harder than the last, and as the months passed, we tried multiple medications, and nothing helped. I was tested for this, that, and the other, but nothing "appeared" to be out of the ordinary. It was a complete mystery to my doctor, but for me, it was complete misery.

In December, I broke down...I didn't want to live. If I couldn't care for myself or my children, what good would I be to keep around? I begged my husband...and yes, I even used "that" line. If you love me...please, just do it for me. Yes, it was selfish of me, and I am glad he refused, all said and done, but at that moment, all I wanted was for him to bring me peace and end my suffering. The realization that I had lost was upon me, and I was ready to wave my white flag in defeat.

At my next appointment, my doctor wanted to try another method of treatment. In his words, were I HIS spouse, this is what he would want for me...to avoid surgery and try everything possible. Only, nothing was working, and it had been nearly 5 months. I asked him, in all seriousness, if his wife asked him to take her life or her uterus, which he would take. He scheduled my surgery.

At this point, you are breathing a huge sigh of relief, but I wasn't. It was early December, and he could not do the surgery until late February. 2 1/2 months seemed like an eternity...and it was.

In those weeks, I searched desperately for an inexpensive method of child-care, for my return home, because I would be restricted from holding my children for a minimum of 6 weeks. Luckily, just days before my surgery, a close friend of mine mentioned that she was out of work, and when I proposed that she come help me with the kids, and use any down-time to draft up her resume and apply for jobs online, she immediately accepted.

The day of my surgery, my husband and I dropped Pickle and SugarPlum off with a dear friend, I said my good-byes, kissed them, and promised to be home in a couple of days. Hubby planned to drop me off and go to work, then pick the kids up each day, after work, and drop them off again the following mornings, so that he would not have to miss any work, aside from dropping me off and picking me up. Unfortunately, the kids fell ill with the flu almost immediately, so he ended up staying home after the first day, to care for them. I went into surgery feeling nervous and beyond scared, and nothing could have prepared me for the nightmarish experience I had.

The surgery itself went well...it's what happened AFTER my surgery that went wrong. I was given Dilaudid out of surgery, to help me with the pain I would feel upon waking. As I woke up, all I could do was cry and writhe in pain. I didn't understand. Why, if they had told me they would make me comfortable after surgery, did I feel worse than ever? And why wouldn't anyone help me? I didn't have my glasses on, so I could only make out blurs of color passing through the recovery room I shared with multiple other patients. I couldn't stop crying...it hurts, please, give me something for the pain! Finally, a blurry face hovered next to me, and explained that I could not have any pain medicine for a while, because there was still medication in my system...HUH!?! After that, blurs of people were coming and going, and speaking in hushed voices. "What happened?" "Who was it?" "Well, everyone better cover their ass!" Wait a minute...why did anyone need to cover their butt? What had happened? Was it me? Was it someone in the bed next to me? What had gone wrong?

I can't tell how long I lay there, crying in pain, wondering what was going on around me, but eventually, I drifted off to sleep again. When I woke, there was a gentleman by my bedside, standing quietly, watching me as I slowly came out of the haze. The nurse came over, and handed me my glasses and checked my vitals. It took a moment, but slowly, I realized I wasn't in the same place as when I had fallen asleep. It was dark and quiet, and my room opened out onto a large nurse's station. The nurse had a computer in the room, and stood quietly in the corner, charting as I took everything in.

The man next to me spoke in a gentle voice, and asked if I knew why I was transferred to D.O.U., and I shook my head and asked what D.O.U. meant. I felt as though I should have known, but nothing came to mind. He explained that I was in the Direct Observation Unit, and would remain there for the rest of my time in the hospital. He went on to inform me that something had gone wrong...it seems that when I was given my post-op dose of Dilaudid, my first dose went uncharted. So, someone else came by to check on me, and seeing nothing in the chart, gave me a second dose. I had been nearly unresponsive, and they didn't expect me to pull through. He was very emotional as he spoke about the incident, and expressed to me that he had personally made the decision, as the Director, to put me in D.O.U., because he did not want to face the task of explaining to two very small children that their Mother would not be coming home. What do you even SAY to something like that?

I felt like I was in a dream, and none of what was happening was real, that I was imagining it all, and I would wake up soon...it had to be that I was still sleeping, and had not even come out of surgery yet. So, I pinched myself. Yes, it hurt. But it still didn't seem real. I was in a fog of confusion, and I had no idea which way to go to get back to reality. I drifted in and out.

My husband had promised to come see me after work, and check on me, but he never came...I thought for sure, I would at least get a phone call...something! Panic started. Maybe something had gone wrong with one of the kids, what if he'd gotten into an accident...what TIME was it? It was nearly 1am. Maybe he is going to come see me in the morning.

Morning came...he never showed. Eventually, the doctors came to do their rounds. I have no idea what time it was at this point. I was in a dark room with no clocks, and my sleep was determined by the person with the needle. My doctor had spoken to my husband, and reassured me that he knew I was out of surgery. Why had nobody transferred the call to me, so I could talk to him?

Ah, it's been 32 hours since surgery, it's time for you to get out of bed by yourself and use the toilet! Prior to that 32 hour mark, I'd had some help to use the toilet, but suddenly, it was time to be a big girl and do it myself, to prove that I would be ready to go home the following day, if the doctor felt I was doing well enough. YES! I DID IT! And yes, it HURT! But I DID IT, and that was HUGE! I was proud of myself for being tough and pushing past the pain...I just wanted to go home and see my babies and kiss them and hug them, and smell their hair and hear their voices...I wanted so badly.

Back in the bed with a fresh set of sheets, and some ice in a cup. Then the nurse rushed in with paperwork and handed me the phone. It was my surgeon.

The nurse has a consent form...you need to sign it NOW. I'm on my way, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Sign the form, so the nurses can start the transfusion and prep you for the OR. I've already spoken to your husband. You're blood counts are low, which indicates you are bleeding internally, and we need to go back in and stop the bleeding. This may mean the loss of your ovaries, depending on where the bleeding is coming from.

WHAT? I don't understand! Everything went fine, I'm getting up and peeing by myself, I feel fine! So, I sign the paper, and they bring in a fresh bag of blood. I think back to all of those times in my life, starting as a young teen, and continuing even up until my pregnancies, when I had donated my own blood to possibly save someone else. Now, someone else's blood was going to save me. I got the rundown on risks of transfusion as I was receiving the transfusion...there are no guarantees. I received 4 units of blood in all...I wish I knew those donors, so I could thank them all personally. I just sat there. Numb. And before I knew it, I was being prepped for surgery, and disappearing back into the foggy sleep.

This time, when I woke up, I was in the ICU. It was FREEZING cold in there! And, of course, I didn't have my glasses with me, so I could only make out a distant blur of a person in the large room...I had no idea if there were other beds with other patients, or if I was the only one there, but I DO know I was the only one crying and begging for someone to please help me. I'm having a heart attack...my chest hurts, I can't breathe, please, what's happening to me? The blur comes closer, then disappears...WAIT! Come back! Please, can't you hear me? Why won't anybody help me!?!

Moments later, the nurse is at my side, telling me to calm down, that I've already had pain meds, and that I was fine. I didn't FEEL fine, though! Apparently, she didn't care, she walked away without another word. I cried and waited and cried and waited...I was exhausted, blind, scared, and alone. I wanted my family. I wanted my husband to hold my hand and tell me everything would be okay.

Eventually, a new nurse came on. I told her what I was feeling, and that I could not get the other nurse to respond to me, or help me...that she had stopped to tell me that I was fine, and had already had pain meds, and nothing more. She was extremely apologetic, and immediately jumped to action. Soon, a young fellow with bedhead stood next to me, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and attempting to hide a yawn. The new nurse had woken the Duty Doctor from his sleep to come care for me. I was sent for a scan. And more tests...it seemed like forever. Then it was over, and he was giving me my answer. In the midst of opening me back up, in a rush, my chest muscle had been pulled, and this was why I was having such horrible chest pain. Lovely. A little voice in the back of my head questioned why I hadn't just died when I had the chance...you know, when I was NUMB from the Dilaudid overdose.

Eventually, I was returned to my D.O.U. room to complete my recovery. Back at square one. The surgery had gone well...again. Amazingly, the bleeding had stopped by the time they got to it, so they were able to clean up the mess and I was able to keep my ovaries, since they were doing fine.

The rest of my days were a blur...my hubby finally came for me, and after picking up all of the necessary medications, we were headed for home. Several days later than anticipated. I was so happy to see my family, but it was so hard not to be able to hold my babies. It wasn't until the moment I laid eyes on them, smelled them, touched them, and heard their voices, that it hit me.

I almost didn't get to come home. That is when it truly sank in. I was THAT close. I had almost followed in my mother’s footsteps. I had almost left my children mother-less, to struggle with the same pain and emptiness I’ve lived with my entire life. 

SugarPlum rejected me. It hurt. I ached to hold her. I had been pumping during my hospital stay, dumping the contaminated milk, so that I could continue nursing upon my return home. I had left her, and not come back for a long time, in her eyes. She was hurt, mad, confused. I tried to understand, but it still hurt. She wouldn't look at me. She wouldn't even hug me. My husband would hand her to me, so I could cradle her in my arms, but she would turn her head away and refuse me.

Two days after coming home, she turned her head to my chest and began to nuzzle me. Slowly, she began to nurse again. I was so happy. I didn't want her weaning to be a negative experience, so it was extremely important to me that we continue nursing at that point. Had she chosen against it, I would have accepted it, but I was so happy that she didn't.

Pickle had spoken to me on the phone while I was preparing to come home over the last two days of my stay, so I knew how he was doing...it was hard for him, he missed me, and cried for me, and I missed him and cried for him, too. But I didn't tell him. I just told him I loved him, and that I would be home soon, for him to take care of his baby sister until I got there, and be good for Daddy.

In the span of less than 3 years, I had given birth to two beautiful children, and basically had 5 c-sections. And? I would never be able to feel another child growing inside my body, and experience the joys of holding my own newborn child. My ability to create life had ceased to exist. I was devastated. Happy to be pain-free, and have the ability to enjoy the two children I already had…ABSOLUTELY. But still, it hurt…in my heart. I had been blessed with two amazing pregnancies, and in all honesty, I had planned for there to be more. But there never will be. I had refused a tubal ligation after SugarPlum’s birth, and again when my IUD had perforated, and yet, in the end, I had lost.

Each time a friend would announce their new pregnancy…some for the first time, some for the 3rd…the 3rd that I had been hoping for a couple of years down the line, my heart would sink into a dark place. I wasn’t NOT happy for them…I was overjoyed for them, but hurting for me. But I kept it to myself. I didn’t want friends to feel guilty about their joy, or to stop sharing their amazing news with me, simply because I couldn’t have any more children. Most of my friends don’t even know about it. The ones that I’ve been extremely close to know, and an odd friend here and there, when the topic came up, which isn’t often. But nothing hurts more than being asked when you are due with your baby, when you’ve just lost your ability to HAVE another. Even now, I still get asked if we are going to have another one soon. And I just smile and say “We are done.” And believe me, when my kids are having a particularly unruly day, I MEAN it, but in my heart, I know I wasn’t truly ready to say “never again”.

I remember at one point, while I was still healing from my hysterectomy, a woman approached me, pointing at both of my children, telling me how full I must have my hands with these two and WOW, a third one on the way! Her eyes were full of judgment, for this woman she assumed was simply a breeding factory, and I cried for nearly a week. I am overweight, and unlucky enough to carry my excess weight right in my belly…add to that the swelling of a recent surgery, and she was right! I looked as though I was carrying a third, and maybe even a fourth child in there! And I still, TO THIS DAY, get comments about when I’m due with my baby. I’ve learned to look them in the eye and tell them December 13th, 2007. That was my SugarPlum’s due date. My sarcastic side wants to get a shirt that shuts them up before they even open their mouths, but I’ve refrained. My nice side wins.

It has been just 3 1/2 years since I gave birth to my beautiful SugarPlum, and nearly 5 years since Pickle came into our lives. I have cherished each and every little moment, each special toy, outfit, favorite books, etc.

I held onto everything. I had every outfit they had ever owned, every toy, every piece of baby gear…nothing left my house. I couldn’t bear to part with any of it. I had originally held onto it, planning in the future, but after my surgery, I held onto it...not because I would be using it again, but because I would NEVER be able to use it again. And a part of me was still waiting to wake up from the nightmare I had been through, and find that I was pregnant again, and it had all truly been a bad dream. But it hadn’t been, and I never would be again, and about a year after my surgery, I managed to ACCEPT that this was my new life. And I began to let go. Not everything all at once, mind you! I’ve only JUST given away the majority of what remained from all of the newborn items. It’s been a process, letting go, and while I had a hard time doing it, it was a lot easier when I was able to see that what I had was going to people who truly needed the items, and would love them the way I had. It was more than just “stuff”. Those were my memories. Each of those things held a special moment in time with my babies, and I guess I was afraid of losing those memories. Some of them were never shared with anyone else, just special moments between me and my baby. Forever in my mind and in my heart. But I realized that the THINGS weren’t what had made the moments so special…it was the person I had shared those moments with. My child. My children.

I’ve accepted, I’ve learned to let go, and I’ve learned to cherish what I have. Does this mean I have stopped crying for what is lost? No. I cry all the time. I cry for my Mom, I cry for the babies I will never again carry in my womb. The womb I no longer have. I cry for the women who never experience the amazing gift that I was given, not once, but twice…I cry for the children who never know the kind of love my children will never live a day without. I cry for the children who know the pain of losing a parent, for the parents who know the pain of losing a child, even one that is unborn. I still hurt and I still cry.


Frequently, the first response to learning I've had a hysterectomy is..."Wow, you're so lucky!" Because I will never again have to deal with the dreaded monthly visitor that plagues women from puberty to menopause. And I think that EXACT SAME THING every time a friend shares news of a pregnancy or birth of a child.  Read more...

Hitting Publish

I sat down last night and wrote a post, while my blog was in a read-only status. I had to write it in Word, and save it. I felt like it was a post I had already written, yet it wasn't on my blog. Well, I was right. After I was able to access my posts again, I went back...to all the drafts sitting there, never published, waiting for their story to be told. So, today, I will be hitting publish on some old posts that never saw the light of day. Bear with me, as I catch you up on these posts. Some of them are very emotional, which is part of why they remained drafts for so long. I am finally ready to share them with others.

Thank you for hanging in there with me, as I struggle through these old memories, and as I face my fear of hitting publish! Read more...

Being a Mom: Desperation and Celebration





All my life, I knew that I wanted to be a Mom...and I knew I wanted (at least) 2 children, close in age, boy first, then girl...and I wanted it all before I hit 30.

When I met "Mr. [I'm Always] Right", and things got more serious, children became a priority. One that rode shotgun for 8 solid years of my life, without becoming a reality. Month after month, I would wait and get excited, then my world would crash down around me, over and over again. I went through fertility testing, and was given statistics about how frequently women's chance of pregnancy went up after this specific procedure, yet months, and even years, passed without a change.

After graduating from college, FINALLY, I traveled home to spend a weekend with my Dad, and be present for a close friend's wedding. During this trip, I sadly informed my Dad that we had been unable to get pregnant, and that I could no longer handle the pain and disappointment of trying and waiting every month, and that we were giving up on that dream. It had been one of the hardest decisions of my life.

I decided to pursue a second degree, and began classes immediately upon returning home. I enjoyed these classes, and was looking forward to them, yet shortly after starting school that fall, I began having some very odd symptoms...so I went to my Doctor and explained that I had been falling asleep frequently, even while sitting up, reading course work or doing projects, and at times, would sleep for 18 hours. My longest span of sleep during this time was nearly 36 hours! My doctor chalked it up to depression, and recommended anti-depressants, which I refused. Instead, I followed the second set of instructions, and dropped all of my courses, in an effort to "Take Care of ME". In October, it wasn't until about 8 days after I was supposed to have my cycle that a lightbulb sparked, and I honestly thought it had to be due to the stress and strange sleep patterns, but I decided to take a home pregnancy test anyway. As I dejectedly sat, watching the stick and waiting for the time to lapse, and that second line faintly began to appear, I nearly jumped right out of my skin. And I'm pretty sure everyone within a 2 mile radius heard my excitement...in fact, I nearly caused my brother to go deaf, as he was sitting downstairs on the couch. He knew before anyone else, whether he had wanted to or not!

At that point in my life, THAT MOMENT, when the second line appeared in the little window...THAT was THE BEST MOMENT in my entire life. THE BEST. Nothing before that could even TOUCH that very moment. Nothing.

I WAS GOING TO BE A MOMMY! OH MY GOODNESS! A MOMMY! A BABY! ME!

Nothing would EVER top that moment, in my mind. Until...

We took our first snow-boarding trip with our little Pickle. He was 10 months old at the time. And on the drive there, we talked about trying for a second child later that year. We had serious doubts that we'd even be able to conceive again, after the difficulties we'd had previously. But we intended to try, and if it didn't happen, then we'd be okay with that, too. We got pregnant that very night. MONTHS before we'd intended to even try. Actually, 9 months before we'd intended to try, so instead of beginning to TRY, we were giving birth to our SugarPlum later that year.

After years and years of desperately trying, and being constantly disappointed, I'd managed to get pregnant, not ONCE, but TWICE!

I'd gotten everything I'd wanted. 2 children, check! Close in age, check! Boy first, check! Then a girl, check! Before I turned 30, CHECK!

I must be the luckiest girl in the world! Definitely feels like I'm the luckiest MOM in the world! NOTHING TOPS IT.

And I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am, when I hear the heart-breaking stories of women who dream of being a Mom, but never do, whether it be due to infertility or miscarriage.

I am also reminded of my gift when I hear of tales of loss. Nothing can prepare a parent for this, nor can anything ever take the pain of that loss away. It's forever.

I have been gifted two amazing and beautiful children. And I am now FOREVER a Mommy of Two. For Mother's Day, I don't need anything super expensive or flashy. No flowers or candies. I just want the love. THEIR love. Every day for the rest of my life.

Happy Mother's Day, to all of you amazing Moms out there. Whether you have been a Mom for YEARS, or just MINUTES. Whether you carried and birthed them, or adopted them. Whether they are present in your lives, or a presence (spiritual) in your lives. Once a Mom, Always a Mom.

Celebrate You. Celebrate your child(ren).

Happy Mother's Day, Momma...I wish you were here. Thank you for the gift of MY life. I see you every day, in my daughter. I wish you could meet her.
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