So we have been back a few weeks now, but with the grind of life of course this is just getting up. I was speaking with Zoe Withers of www.thinkbaby.org about how to keep my twinnies safe at the lake and the beach and all that jazz. There are so many things to think about and actually getting out in the sun is much more of a process than I could have ever imagined. First there is the the sun protected long sleeved rash guard that if you have ever tried to not only put on a wriggly toddler is EVEN more difficult to get off! Then its putting sunscreen in all their little exposed spots and forget about not getting it on their lips and in their mouth (#momfail). Of course there is always a hat to protect their scalp and then maybe you get 20 minutes to hang because nap time is coming up.
Anyway this is why I spoke with ThinkBaby I wanted to find out what the best sunscreens would be for my twinnies. I have sensitive and VERY fair little men and I do not want chemicals seeping into them when I can avoid it. Also I do not want them to be chalk babies or stay puffed marshmallow looking toddlers. The first product on the page is Babyganics Mineral Sunscreen. It comes in a convenient pump that you can pump onto your kiddos and then rub, rub, rub. I love this product because it can't be squeezed out by my tiny hands and I can apply as needed. They also have a stick version that I totally keep in my purse, the diaper bag, the stroller or wherever because it will not leak and it applies really easily. Another one that we love is Thinkbaby or ThinkSport. All of these products and companies work hard to ensure that their products are safe and truly chemical free. They are natural as much as they possibly can be.
Anyway the reason I even pondered this and consulted with Zoe is because at my twinnies 18 month appointment I mentioned to our doctor that one of my fellas has a small "beauty mark" on his cheek. Now this is cute identifier for my identical twins, it was something that I felt I should mention. My man has many moles and I recently had a few things removed including a black beauty mark that turned out to be a blue nevus that could eventually turn into cancer. Of course as my toddlers ran around in their shoes, diapers, and sun hats, she asked me if I used sunscreen on them. I was shocked and taken aback and probably a little defensive in saying yes. Then going home with mom guilt that maybe I did not use enough or often enough. But I think he is ok and she explained it was smaller than a millimeter or a pencil eraser so it should be fine. And now people had an identifier, right?
We as parents have a lot of pressure to keep our babies safe. And this is definitely a critical time in their dermis development. They say that skin damage happens before a person is in their teens. While some of us may have sunbathed in baby oil, we pay the price as we have gotten older. Now it is our turn to guide our kids to a happy healthy life. Not living in a bubble and experiencing all that the world has to offer. Especially in the summer at the lake!
Baby Fun in the Sun
BBQ Season Safety
EWG Sunscreen Safety List 2018
This seems to be how my life is going. I start things and then get busy and I never finish! So I actually started putting my thoughts down on my birthday but we are finishing a few weeks later. Turns out birthdays at this time in my life are just a day. A day that I am reminded that I am still a fairly new mom who had babies later in life. I had my babies at 37, so now at 39 I am tired. Tired is my new normal. Tired is a way of life. There are more things to worry about then just getting and being old. We had a nice day though. A shit show of a day, but a nice day.
My kids were almost on TV! Yup TV! After getting the call and heading down with 1 baby an hour before nap time and 1 baby an hour after nap should have started we got cut. So shit show began! They were a mess. I was a mess. The man was a mess and I had to accept that I was old and that was it for my day. On semi bright side a married man hit on me with my kid in the car while I was waiting to figure out how the TV show was going to come get me and my 50lb baby with carseat (about 25 a piece). He was adament and thought it was a great arrangement for both of us so that we could have a mutual agreement. I declined but it was still nice to get attention on my 39th.
What does 39 really mean? I am 1 year to 40. A big one. I have some big plans that I hope to actually follow through on and blog about. Anyone down for a 40 for 40? Yup I am below the weight I was after being pregnant but there is still a ways to go. I think 40lbs is reasonable in a year? How to get there? I have no idea. Any thoughts? Anyone in? Also just getting healthy is the goal. Truthfully my man had surgery and could also use a boost but I have to kind of sneak it in for him to follow along on my journey to health. We have a purpose...our twinnies. This will be my journey to 40. Its out there now lets do it!
I know I know we bitched and moaned about it still being winter in April but damn it’s hot! And with that I have to sit and ponder what it is to do with these twinnies? Do we brave the crowded splash pads or even scarier the pool? Now we have done our due diligence and exposed them to water, swim lessons, whatever but have we really prepared for an outing to a pool? This is definitely the question and something I need to mentally prepare for!
As we come into a new age milestone, 18 months, I have definitely had some set backs in believing I have done right by my boys. I am reminded often that they are preemies and they are on track but is that a ruse that I am going to miss the boat on what they need? How long is this going to be an excuse? What can I do more of? What do I need? There is definitely a brain block on this mama that I still do not necessarily believe that I did not ruin my fellas by having them so early. And the scary realization that I may not know anything for a very long time.
I digress. It’s hot out! What do you do to keep your kids cool and calm in the sweltering heat? What can I do with 18 month twins who are on the MOVE?? Help me followers bring it on!
i have to say I’ve been thinking long and hard about this post. Mental health has been on the forefront of the worlds minds. People who have been affected and inflicted with mental health issues have been out and pondering their current state of being. Friends and family members have been reaching out and taking a self assessment of who they are and are they ok.
I am someone who has struggled with some form of anxiety and depression since I was about 11 years old. I’ve been medicated, shrink’ed, psychoanalyzed, hospitalized, and hit with more to deal with constantly. I have had doctors look at me and say with my life experiences I could have turned to alcohol and drugs but I chose to work and how to tell a person to stop working is harder than dealing with those substances. Most recently I have been lectured and scolded and almost mom shamed for choosing to breastfeed my preemie twins with my history of mental health issues. Yet I still function. Sometimes with more gusto than other times but I function.
Now back to my thoughts, recently we have been faced by prominent people who suffered in silence and we saw that all the money and opportunities in the world cannot make a person happy on the inside. These tragedies affected me deeply. People who live with these disorders feel them more than most. We have to look into ourselves and examine how we feel. Are we up to par? Do we need a Med adjust? Do we need a check in? Could this be me?
I look at myself as a survivor. Someone who fights like a bull against myself mostly. And with every hit I am brought back to the reality that I am a survivor. My partner is a survivor. We cope in different ways. We strive to be our best for our children. But yet I struggle and he moves on which is what he does.
So here I ask, are you ok? Are you in a place you equal our your inside and outside? Do you need a mental health checkup? There is help. Reach out to your village! I have a mental health friend that I love to bits and we check in on each other when we know we should. Do you have that? Can I help you find that? Death is a permanent solution to what could be a temporary problem. Sometimes the problems are not temporary but how else can we or will we cope.
Ok that’s my soapbox. I wanted to put it in writing. Here are some resources if you need or want...no pressure! Remember I’m an improperly medicated breastfeeding mama not an expert! Read my other posts on specific afflictions I’ve dealt with.
National Alliance on Mental Illness - NAMI
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
National Institute on Mental Health - NIH
People ask me all the time how I have the time to do this blog thing and the answer is I don’t. I guess that’s why it’s a passion project. But it turns out in May I forget about the grind of teaching in May. It’s busy. Stupid busy. So I must apologize to you who regularly read my posts. It’s a hard juggle teaching, running other programming and my most important and by far the hardest, being a mom. Weekends are not relaxing anymore. I fill them with activities for the kiddos and making sure they are socializing. But what about me is still and always will be the question.
Long story short it’s a busy life and one I want to include you all in. I have some exciting and powerful ideas that are on the horizon. So here goes nothing summer is here and the mom blogger is on the hunt! Oh I haven’t forgotten about the couple of ideas you have sent me and I’m on them but always love more so bring em! Xoxo
So every week or day or month I seem to get an email or facebook notification about some event, illness, whatever that it is that I should be celebrating or honoring on whatever. Who knew I could celebrate all of my causes. Last week preeclampsia awareness, march of dimes, kangaroo care, holocaust memorial or I think Twin Mom survivor! But why? Why do we have all of these days? I almost wonder if because we have all of these we actually lose sight of what they actually mean. What they mean to the world and how important they are to many of us. I think this started years ago with AIDS ribbons, breast cancer ribbons and then again it spiraled into everyone having a ribbon. I find I still see ribbons around trees and what not and I have NO CLUE what they mean and noone is there to explain it me.
I celebrate that I am a preemie mom, a NICU graduate, a breastfeeding mom, a preeclampsia survivor but to the rest of the world does this mean anything? I mean I support all of these thing I just ponder if we are losing sight of the meaning. What weeks celebrate you? What do you celebrate? What are your thoughts?
I never thought I would be the face of something. Something that harms women and children and can even kill them. Never thought something during pregnancy could affect me and my health for years to come. But I am. I am a face. I am a survivor. My babies are survivors. We were affected by Preeclampsia and this changed the whole way we had imagined our world could have been at that point.
I was 32 weeks and 3 days pregnant with identical twin boys. I had endured fertility treatments, a miscarriage, I was 37 years old, and I started heavier than I should. But I was healthy. I worked out regularly all throughout my pregnancy. I went to work everyday. I ate healthy, didn't gain a ton of weight, and everything was going smoothly. Until they were not. I had pregnancy induced carpal tunnel syndrome from about 20 - 22 weeks but at my 30 week appointment things were getting worse. I would run home and put braces on. I would dread doing my paperwork for the end of the semester. And I was just swollen. My doctor did not seem worried so I did not either. It was at this point I stopped working out because my hands hurt so bad and I was determined to push through until winter break when I likely was done with teaching for the year.
At 32 weeks and 3 days I remember going to lunch with my friend and not feeling well. A cramp on the left side, but I had a fairly seamless pregnancy so went with the attitude that some people feel like crap the whole time so all is good. I ran across the street to the docs office and mentioned I did not feel well that day, but again not too worried. They hooked me up for my first non - stress test, everything looked great and then in to the exam to just do a basic check for a twin mom at 32 weeks. That's when things changed. My nurse came in and took my blood pressure it was 150/100. Elevated especially for me. I was a 110/70 type of woman. So my nurse came and checked again, still high. The doc explained she was admitting me but was not too worried, I had some trace proteins in my urine but not bad. She said I would be there overnight, a few days or even a few weeks and then no Matt did not need to come they were just going to do some additional monitoring.
They wheeled me upstairs. I told the nurses in registration not to worry that I was not staying because I had a brow appointment on thursday and plans all week. They got the first of what should have been a 2 shot series of steroids. They were pumping blood pressure meds and started what was a 24 hour magnesium drip. This is when things were changing and getting very fast. My blood pressure cuff rang at 187/120, I asked my nurse if I was having a heart attack. She said no but she is pretty shocked I had not had a stroke or a seizure or felt way worse. My protein levels in my urine were at severe preeclampsia and my blood pressure was not coming down. My doctor came in and said ok one of your boys is going to be an accountant because they are coming in an hour. I was taken aback. No no I was just 32 weeks. I knew they were going to be early but not this early. Could Matt get there? What do you mean? Induction could take days and my blood pressure was out of control. They were coming. I also was starting to dilate and was fully effaced which I had none of that down in my docs office.
Wait, what, excuse me, this is NOT happening. Not happening now. Is my body failing. Am I failing my boys? And I failing everyone? The answer is no but it is still a hard one for me to come to terms with. My babies were coming. They came. They were healthy. They were small. They would be in the hospital as little fighters for a few weeks. It was me that was sick. Sick enough that on my fourth day in the hospital my blood pressure was still high so they gave me medication which was not helping. It made me feel terrible and it kept me in the hospital overnight on new years eve. But at least I was going to be with my boys.
Finally after going home my blood pressure slowly started to normalize. but I felt terrible through most of my sons NICU stay. Sometimes preventing me from being there for them. From staying after I had already been there. It was horrible.
I have known many other preeclampsia survivors. Many in way worse shape that myself and way earlier. I am very lucky that everyone was ok. I was told one of the boys was starting to show signs of distress from it. I will persevere. I will represent. I will show my survivor colors. It can happen to anyone and it does happen a lot!
With mother's day quickly approaching @bumpclubandbeyond tasked me and other moms with the thought of when did you become a mother. I thought it was a pretty good article so I wanted to share with all of you what I wrote:
When this topic came across my computer I was immediately drawn to it and started thinking deeply about when I felt like a mom. Then I realized how hard it is to pin point the day, or the moment that it happened. Our journey has been a ride of up’s and down’s. There was no labor, no placing my babies on my chest, no meeting them for 24 hours because of how sick I was. My twins were born at just over 32 weeks gestation and were quickly whisked away to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit(NICU) where I had to try to get in my head that they were not sick babies they were small babies that I could not see for a day so I could get medication on board to protect my brain. Did I feel like a mom sitting in a hospital room without my children? Did I feel like a mom asking nurses if it was ok to pick up my own children? Did I feel like a mom leaving my babies in a hospital when I went home and back for 38 and 40 days? The sad answer is no. I had “Layaway Babies”. Babies that we surely were paying for financially and emotionally but did not get to take home until they could accomplish certain tasks. Tasks that I really could not help them with. They needed to grow.
When we finally took them home and I was attached to a pump while feeding my babies and living on less sleep than ever that’s when it hit. For the previous 5 weeks I did not get sleep because of that darn pump, but I didn’t have tiny humans who needed me to get them fed and clean and happy. I remember late one night or morning when I was feeding the fellas and I started noticing some differences in my identical little boys. When I could tell them apart like no one else and that’s when I was a mom. I was crying in a mess of hormones still worried that I had ruined them forever because of my body falling apart, but I was their mom and we were going to persevere together as a family.
I had done all that I could do to help them thrive and I would never quit on my tiny and mighty boys. They saw me as their mom and it was time that I felt like it too. As time passes I still see them as individual people and tell them apart from their cries, their looks, and their budding personalities. That’s my mom story. My own journey. Our journey together.
Wait, What, where is this in the title? I Have been thinking a lot about life and taking a moment to put things into perspective. To stop and breathe and enjoy the things that I have an maybe not ponder all that I have lost. There have been many tragedies in my time and I try to push on and learn and teach about them but this is not always an option. There are things I will never understand. Things that I will never get over. And things that make such an impact on my heart they change me. Recently I had some of those things come up, They brought me back to a time when my brother passed away or really was murdered. He was 3 weeks passed his 24th birthday when he crossed paths with someone who did not want him around and killed him. No explanation. No story. No witness and no one who ever was prosecuted. I will never understand, never get over it and it changed me profoundly. It changed everyone around me profoundly right down to who I have around me. My parents were forever people who had to do the worst thing ever, bury a child.
I have watched others bury their children and regardless of how this occurred it will never be understood. If it is fast or slow, you expect it, or you don't one can never understand the death of child. And the reality is anyone who is younger than me and passes is a child. It is amazing to me how many people I have had to bury in my 38 years of life. My father has even commented on this factor.
Its days and times like this that my defenses are up. That my passion for other people comes out, and I have to sit and gain some perspective to answer my denials of why. What perspective should I gain? What have I lost? What have you lost? Help a sister out and share. Be in the now. Stop and smell those beautiful roses hidden far beneath the bitter snow.
Now I know I’m a Chicagoan and should know better that we only have winter and construction, but all this winter does not make a girl happy! I’m one who needs to see and feel sunshine, or I drop. I need to get my vitamin D or I may bite someone’s head off. Ok I’m not that bad but I’m pretty over the blahs. Seasonal Affected Disorder or SAD is real! For me it may last all year and I’m managed but for others it’s a winter non sunshine and warmth thing. Appreciate each other. Appreciate what is happening. Get out and do things. Be kind to the ones who need it, and remember there is always a glimpse of sunshine somewhere.
Short and sweet to remind you I haven’t forgotten about you all! More soon!!
Jenifer Roth is a full time super woman...in her mind! Well she is good at being ok at the all the roles she takes on. Enjoy the ride!