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Ready For Takeoff!

20 Dec

When I found out 6 years ago that I was pregnant with twins I was utterly shocked and over the moon ecstatic. It didn’t take that long for the reality to set in because I already had a 3 year old at home and I knew how hard being a mother was. I wasn’t heading blissfully into motherhood, I knew what was waiting for me… Times two.

So, I decided early on that I was going to have to do this my way because it was the only way I was going to survive having three children under 3 and a half. 

My first decision was that I would not be breastfeeding the twins. Not for a second. No debate. It wasn’t up for discussion. As a second time mother I had the confidence to make that choice and not second guess myself. I could have never had don’t that my first, I cared too much about what the experts, the other mothers, and everyone else thought about “what’s best” for my child.

The second decision I made was that I was going to need help. I was not going to be a martyr and try to tell everyone how I did it all alone day after day. I was very clear with my husband that we needed to do everything possible to make sure I was not going to be left alone to take care of all three children when they were little. It really scared me and I don’t think that it’s good for mothers to be scared if they don’t have to be. 

The third decision I made was that we were going to stay close to home. I had friends who traveled everywhere with their kids. Schlepped them on fifteen hour flights as newborns and took toddlers to third world countries all by themselves. I was not going to be doing any of that. The thought of bringing twin toddlers plus their big sister through an airport and onto an airplane to stay in a hotel, sounded like the equivalent of Chinese water torture. I know myself well enough to recognize that I’m just not a laid back enough mom to go with the flow as all three kids melt down on an airplane while they lick strangers armrests, eat nuts off the floor and piss themselves. 

So, I didn’t breastfeed the twins, I had lots of help when they were little and I’ve never taken them on an airplane. All great choices for us. 

This brings us to today. The twins are five and a half and big sister is 9. Tomorrow, I fly with them for the first time. It really feels like a milestone. These little children are actually real people now. They don’t scare the hell out of me anymore and I even feel confident enough to move about the country with them on an airplane for 5 hours! It’s magical and mysterious how time can go so slowly and so fast at the same time. That seems to be a theme here in the motherhood.

Happy Holidays, Safe Travels and Happy New Year!


Sushi, Sake and Storks

9 Dec

On Friday night I went out to dinner to celebrate my sister’s birthday. My husband and I sat across the table from one of my sister’s good friends B.K. and her long term boyfriend. The topic somehow turned to having children and whether they should or should not have kids.
Before I could even censor it, which should not be shocking to those close to me, I blurted out, “Don’t do it!”
Everybody at the table was silent for a second and then slowly one by one started to laugh. It took them that second to figure that a Stay at home Mother of Three would never tell another woman to not have children and be serious about it. Oh, you see, but the thing is, I was dead serious.
Here’s where my mind went: If your out on a Saturday night with your boyfriend and you are under the age of thirty five wondering if you really want kids or not, then you are not ready. When I got pregnant with my first daughter I was 28 and my only goal in life was to be a Mother. Let me tell you looking back now it probably would have been a good idea to wait a little longer.
I told the girl across the table all the things I would have told myself if I could go back in time. Arriving home from my honeymoon and immediately trying to conceive and successfully almost right away.

Here’s what I said: Travel. Go everywhere you’ve ever wanted to go before you have a baby. Work. Earn your own money and have some of your own money put away. Enjoy each other. Have fun as a couple with other couples before you become a family. Finally, if you feel content and complete with the way your life is now then don’t go and have a baby. You will know when you want one.

Even if I had been able to advise my younger self I probably wouldn’t have listened anyways. I like to find things out the hard way, I always have. I do believe that everything, absolutely everything happens for a reason. If I wouldn’t have started my family so quickly then I wouldn’t have had the three perfectly amazing children I had before my 33rd birthday.

There never is a perfect time to have a child. No matter what, it will be different and much harder than what you expected it to be like. But if you are traveling, partying, and having a great time with your boyfriend…..wait a few years to have your own. You can always come and babysit mine.




Flying With Kids – aka Torture In The Sky

25 Jun

My 2 year old twins have never been on airplane and I intend to keep it that way. By the time HB was their age she had been to Canada and Hawaii twice. The difference is that I know better this time around. Flying with children is like asking to be tortured. Slowly.
Parents are always suckered into traveling with a baby by friends and family. They claim that it won’t be too bad if you just plan ahead and are prepared. That’s like prepping for a tornado by putting on your seatbelt and covering your eyes. No matter how geared up you are there is nothing that can stop a baby from going ballistic at 30,000 feet. If you think for a second that your fellow air travelers will help you out, think again. When it comes to a screaming infant the skies aren’t so friendly. Half the people on the plane, even those with kids will gladly strap a parachute to your back and eject you baby and all. Every parent has their own tips and tricks, I have tried them all and traveling with a kid still sucks.

When talking air travel the first thing other parents will usually bring up is Benadryl. Some claim that drugging your child is the only way to comfortably fly. What those people fail to mention is that some kids have the opposite reaction and became extremely hyper. You’ll never guess what reaction HB had to the Benadryl on our 6 hour flight when she was 20 months old…

The second thing that well meaning friends will tell you to do is pack lots of snacks. That is a fantastic idea unless of course your child suffers from motion sickness. I learned that HB suffered from this horrid condition after she vomited up what seemed like gallons of fishy crackers at LAX.

The other point always shared is the secret tip about the bulkhead. Guess what? I appreciate the tip but unless the bulkhead has a playground attached to it it’s not going to make that much of a difference.

Now that I have 3 kids my rule for travel is: No airplane until you can carry your own luggage and hold your own barf bag. I’ll stick with road trips for now. I like to know that I can pull over at any time and run screaming like a lunatic from the car without it being a felony.


As always, comments and questions are welcome. Do you dare to travel with your kids?

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