Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Hair Card

 

 
So, Natalie has cut her hair a total of 6 times in the last two years. The first time it was just some bangs. The second time it was everything. Literally. The third time it was a hank from the top of her head (Alfalfa sprouts for months guys). The fourth and fifth times were bangs. Really short bangs. But the sixth time. The sixth time will stand out in my memory forever. Because not only did she cut her hair, again, but this time she glued it to a foam card, with a heart in the center.

 
After I died, I called my mom to freak out about it and we laughed until we cried. Then I told Natalie that hair is not an art supply.  Add that to the list of things I never thought I would have to say. I started wondering why on Earth my daughter would cut off her hair and make art with it. Was it something that I did? Something I didn't do? She had a plethora of art supplies in front of her. Stickers, construction paper, tissue paper, yarn, you name it. She chose her hair. Why? Why? Why? Well it wasn't about me as a mother.  It wasn't even truly about her hair this time.  She is an artist. She loves beauty. She aspires to be on Project Runway when she is a grown up designer.  To her, that hair must have looked so beautiful contrasting with the green foam that she had little choice but to follow her vision. True artists make sacrifices for their work, and she has certainly shown that she is worthy. 
 
I do draw the line on art and hair. Hair is not an art supply in this house. But I will nurture my little artist and help her grow. I may or may not be locking up all the scissors and eating the key. I am also framing The Hair Card and putting it in her childhood box of memories so that when she has daughters, she will know exactly what she was like as a young artist.  Natalie is a challenge. Every day. My 5 year old Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She drives me bananas, steals my fabric, draws on the walls, uses scissors on things that aren't meant to be scissored, shouts when she is frustrated, blames her misdeeds on her brother, lies even when it doesn't make sense, takes things without asking, removes her shoes 60 seconds before the bus arrives, and changes her mind about her breakfast order when the first one is complete. On the flip side she is a most entertaining big sister, she has amazing ideas for stories, books, drawings, and sculptures, she makes gifts for everyone, tells me I am beautiful, wears all her handmade clothes with pride, and dances to all the music.  I will always remember The Hair Card.  The last minute rush to the car because we missed the bus, drawings on the wall, lies, and petty misdeeds won't be important to any of us in the near future, much less in the far future.  At the end of the day it is our lasting memories that count.  I've been trying to just survive for a while now, but The Hair Card has made resolve to live like I'm young, laugh until I cry, do something bold and passionate, even if it might be a little stupid, and have no regrets. Those are the things I will remember.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

I Survived: A Story About Healing After Birth Trauma


If I sported this on a t-shirt when I was out and about, most people who see me would be like “Oh, you have four kids. And TWINS.  I don’t know how you survived the first year.” And I would wink and smile and say, “It has been wonderful being a mom to four kids. And twins especially.”  And it is true.  It is so, so wonderful to be a mom of four beautiful children, and it is truly amazing to see how twins grow together.  I didn’t have to “survive” parenthood.  I have survived birth trauma.


I wrote about my c-section here  just a couple weeks after it happened. I knew I had a long road ahead of me then, but I had no idea what I would go through in the next year.  I went to the hospital knowing that I would have a c-section because Baby A, Brandon, was breech and presenting first.  I knew that took away all of my choices once I arrived at the hospital.  I tried to tell myself that it was going to be fine. The babies would be fine. I would be fine.  Physically, we were all fine.  The surgery went exactly as planned- no NICU time for the twins, I have successfully exclusively breastfed my twins for a year.  Those fears came to nothing.  I did not anticipate the extreme levels of fear that I would go through leading up to and during surgery.  I have never experienced that level of fear during any other moment in my life.  The terror of signing the forms pushed in my face about what could happen to me on that table, the pressure to AGREE to let those things happen, the fear of what would happen to my babies if I did not sign them.  I signed away my power, it felt like I was sacrificing my own health and safety for the sake of the health and safety of my babies.  I would sacrifice anything for my babies, and so I let go of my power and control over the situation.  After that I felt like all of my choices were gone and I was no longer in control of what happened to me or my babies, which sent me into terror.   Tightly controlled terror, because I was also terrified that they would put me to sleep for the birth of my children after a horrible nurse threatened general anesthesia for crying in the triage room. They would not let my hubby in the room as they did the spinal and prepped me for surgery.  A room full of people getting ready to cut me open and I was alone and terrified.  They let him in just in time to hold my hand before they made the incision.  His presence helped a bit but I was already so afraid that it couldn't bring me back down completely. Then hearing the doctors talk in such sterile terms using such cold words as they cut me open and took out my babies was not affirming or gentle or even focused towards me.  I was laying on a table with my stomach sliced open and curtains in between me and my babies and they were talking like I wasn’t there.  I told my husband to go over with my babies once they were delivered because I couldn’t bear for them to be alone and I wanted so desperately to be with them.  I was trapped and afraid and alone on my side of the curtain.  Separated from my family for eight full minutes of terror. 

 
Then, I was meeting my babies.  After they were brought to me they hardly left my sight.  I pushed away all those things that I didn’t want to feel so that I could enjoy my first moments with my twins.  I am so very glad that I was able to do that, but at the same time, bottling all that fear up was not healthy for me.  I bottled it all up for the sake of motherhood, for all the things that I wanted out of motherhood.  Mom-Sarah and Wife-Sarah enjoyed having some of the best times in my life. I have truly enjoyed motherhood for the last year.  I am grateful for that.  Sarah-Sarah, the one that experienced all that fear, was down for the count. I didn’t do anything that Sarah-Sarah enjoyed, things just for me.  My sewing machine collected dust, I neglected to get new books to read at the library, I didn’t write for myself, and I was no longer the queen of lists.  I used to make lists of my lists, yet every single one that I had made post c-section was pitiful.  I ignored it, said that it was just because I was busy with four kids and newborn twins, but that wasn’t true.  I was busy with four kids and newborn twins, but that wasn’t what was stopping me.  I didn’t want to go anywhere near that nest of fear.  I went through life as Mom-Sarah and Wife-Sarah for 6 months before I shook up that bottle of fear cola I was working so hard to repress.

 
It really shouldn’t have been a big deal.  I was putting the big kids to bed and out of the blue Nate kissed my stomach and said “Hi, baby.”  I brushed it off then.  I have a wacko 2 ½ year old kid and there literally is no way I can be pregnant.  But over the next few days I found that moment was stuck on replay in my head.  When I wasn’t thinking about anything it just popped up, unbidden.  I started thinking about the “what ifs.”  What if I was pregnant?  What if I get pregnant again someday? What if I have to give birth again?  We had decided when we were pregnant with the twins that we were done for sure.  That pregnancy was no picnic.  I was banking on never being pregnant again.  So the what ifs got to me, they started shaking up that bottle of fear cola and a couple days after that moment I had my first anxiety attack.  I was in the kitchen making lunch and Alice crawled towards me.  All of the sudden I couldn’t breathe or move, and the only thought I had in my head was screaming “I can’t!”  I couldn’t have another baby, I couldn’t go through that fear again.  I thought that I just needed some firm proof so that I could move on. So I went to the store and bought a pregnancy test, confirmed that I wasn’t pregnant, and put it behind me.  I had a crazy moment, I rationalized myself through it, I would be fine.  I didn’t even tell my hubby about it. I didn’t know what to say.  I freaked out because Nate kissed my stomach and said, “Hi, baby.”  I sounded crazy even to myself.  But the anxiety attacks didn’t stop.  I got hit with two more a couple days after the first one, with less discernable triggers.  I would get hit with one, get myself back together, and continue on with my day as bet I could.  So confused.  I did tell my hubby after over a week of them happening, and while he was supportive and tried to comfort me, he didn’t understand.  I didn’t know anyone who did.  And when I did try to talk about it I was told that I had beautiful, healthy twins and “that’s what matters.”  Those words just say that my feelings about this life changing experience don’t matter.  Of course I am thrilled that I have beautiful, healthy twins, but I checked in a lot of baggage with that experience and it matters.

 

That first anxiety attack was just the beginning.  Over the next two months I had them with more frequency, often accompanied by flashbacks to the operating room. I become moody. I couldn’t bear for anything to touch the c-section scar and numb area around it. Wife-Sarah gave into the depression and I stopped finding as much joy in my time with my husband.  Mom-Sarah tried the hardest, but on my lowest days I got overwhelmed, had more anxiety attacks, and was generally about as friendly as a blast-ended skrewt come bedtime.  I could see that I was not ok.  I knew that there was a huge problem. I had no idea how to get back up.  So one day I sat down with a notebook and a piece of paper and I got it all out.  I went back to the beginning.  I looked for patterns.  I finally, purposefully, relived every detail of my birth experience from when my water broke until the moments before I finally saw my babies for the first time.  It was horrible. I mean it really, really sucked.  But then I saw what I had been doing.  Sarah-Sarah still felt helpless and powerless and afraid. I had been ignoring and hiding away the most essential part of myself and I was still letting that damn experience have power over me.  No more.  I started writing a list, which was just so me, that it was refreshing to see that I was still there.  I made a list of things I want, things that I need to work towards, things that matter more than my fear.  The first thing on the list was smile, so simple, but so hard on your worst day.  One by one I worked on my list, millimeter by millimeter, I pulled myself back up from that place.  It took a little while before I could do some of the things on the list, while others were easy and felt natural.  I want nothing for than for Mom-Sarah, Wife-Sarah, and Sarah-Sarah to be reunited.  I think when that happens I will be able to conquer the world.  I have relapses. I fell off the edge of a cliff and I climbed back up, but I am still teetering on the edge on a day to day basis.  Little things will push me closer and big things….  Well that is why I am writing again.  I wanted to tell my story to remind myself of how far I have come.  Balance is hard.  Balance has been my goal the last few weeks and I keep sinking the boat.  Perhaps I jumped the gun on this goal. Right now I feel like I am in too many pieces to juggle everything.  Maybe I have to pull myself back together before I can find balance.
 


 I wish so hard that I could go back to pre-birth trauma Sarah, pre-PPD Sarah, pre-anxiety Sarah, without losing post-twins Sarah.  How different would my life be if I’d had more choices in the hospital, if I hadn’t been terrified out of my mind, if I were able to have a birth that I could remember without fear.  My birth experience has taken so much more away from me than I ever could have imagined.  It took me away from myself, the most essential parts of me missed out on a whole lot of things in the last year.  I survived. And I am determined not to miss another year.  I am sure that next February 4th at 8:30 pm I will look back and think, “This is the moment that my water broke. This is the moment the fear began.  I survived two years after birth trauma.”  Hopefully one of those years in my future, I can use the word thrived.  Hopefully one of those years it won’t even matter enough to remember.


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Alphabet I-SPY Ticker tape Quilt

 For Christmas I made Nate an i-spy quilt of his very own.  I saw the Alphabet I-Spy Labels by Crafterhours and knew I had to design a quilt around them.  I decided on a tickertape style of quilting, though true tickertape quilts usually are made of small scraps of fabric instead of 4" squares.


 Has anyone else ever noticed how difficult it is to design with 26 of something?  Designing this quilt made my eyes twitch because nothing I came up with satisfied my obsessive compulsive tendencies when it comes to symmetry.  Poor "Y" got stuck in between "X" and "Z", and the eye twitching was resolved with marginal success.



If you would like to make this quilt, the printable pattern can be found here.  I wanted this quilt to be a little longer than it necessarily needed to be so that it would be a decent coverlet for Nate's bed. I originally came up with a 44"x44" quilt design that only used the alphabet i-spy blocks.  Pattern for the 44"x44" quilt is here.


 I know I really made this quilt for Nate, picking out the perfect set of alphabet i-spy squares that I knew he would love, and using every single transportation themed i-spy in my stash for the coordinating squares.


He loves all things that go and he loves this quilt.   He got to enjoy it for a whole month before I stole it to use with the twins, he he.


We love that is is big enough to put both of the babies on it and still have room to play ourselves.  Those babies are never alone if Natalie is conscious so we need plenty of space to share their sweetness and delight in their crazy expressions.




They LOVE tummy time on this quilt, it is colorful but not too busy, has plenty of contrast with the white background, and gives us lots to talk about while we play.


"Hmm... I bet if I giggled and squealed Nate would share his John Deere tractor with me."


And when we are all done with eating the i-spies, it is nice and cushy for a quick nap.


"Nice try, Mom.  Just kidding."


All in all, my favorite i-spy quilt to date, it is going to be well loved here for many years.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Tutorial: Customize your Ergo Baby Carrier

I've been wanting to pimp my ergobaby carrier for a while now, black is fine but I like to have fun!  I just bought a beautiful wrap to make into a ring sling and size 3 wrap.


The wrap came in a bag made out of the same material and I knew it was perfect for pumping up the volume on my carrier.  Also, this is another cell phone camera tutorial since I was squeezing this in between tandem nursing sessions.

I ripped it apart first,

Then I got out my plain back ergo and undid the hood webbing through the buckles on top of the pocket.  I  want to add that when you are customizing your carriers, it is important not to cut or alter major components of your carrier, I did not rip out any seams in this customization and stitched through all the layers of the carrier.  Function should not be affected by the additions you make whatsoever.


The fabric was the perfect width when I lined it up over the top of the carrier.


I started at the bottom seam just above the waistband.  I folded the fabric in at least 1/4" and pinned it down.  Then I cut out the pocket section. I made sure to cut it 1/4"in so that I could fold it down around the edge of the pocket.


Pin the fabric on the sides under and finish cutting the pocket. The top of the pocket was a little tricky, it is really tapered in so I cut in towards the taper for the inside, and then cut over to the edge of the pocket on the top so it just hugged around that seam.


The next step was to trim off the top and strap sections,


and then pin the fabric under.


Lastly I pinned the fabric under around the pocket area.

All ready to sew!  Sew around the edges of the outside of the carrier and around the pocket.


Looking good!  But that pocket....


The small pocket for the hood is sewn over the zipper pocket.  Which means that it can't be sewn on the machine without ripping up the zippered pocket.


I pinned the fabric over the pocket and then stitched it on by hand using a backstitch.


It took a while and was kind of a pain because you are sewing from inside the zippered pocket; however it really does complete the look of the carrier.


I am so so happy with how this turned out!  I am really looking forward to matchy tandem babywearing with the twins!


Friday, February 21, 2014

That is That: A birth story of twins

If you have been keeping up, I was very nervous about the possibility of giving birth to my twins via cesarean section.  I first wrote about it here, when I discussed all my fears of having another surgery, and then revisited here, when I had resolved to let go of the fears and need to control the outcome.  I had a c-section and that is that.  It is all in the past and there is nothing to change it now.  I wanted share how everything turned out with the birth of my twins and my feelings about having a c-section.


It was 9:00 at night, I had just sat down 20 minutes earlier after putting Natalie and Nathan to bed,  I'd had a busy day with running the daycare all day, heading to the hospital for a non stress test, coming home and hosting a sewing night, and seeing my hubby off to work for the ice/snow storm expected that night.  So I was finally sitting down, and felt what I thought was more Braxton Hicks contractions when my water broke.  I kind of freaked out to be honest. Firstly because I was only 35 weeks and 4 days along, secondly because at the non stress test earlier that day the nurse had confirmed that Brandon was still breech and still presenting first, so when my water broke it all sank in and I knew I would be having a c-section.  I called my hubby to come home and then started rushing around trying to pack a bag and arrange child care for Natalie and Nathan.  Somehow it all got done, and the contractions got really intense, really fast.

By the time we made it to the hospital, I was already 5 cm dilated so they rushed to get a team together to get me into an operating room.  Out of the entire experience, this is the part I am angry about.  There were at least 8 people running in and out of the room trying to get everything ready. Doctors shoving papers into face trying to get me to sign off on a surgery that was terrifying me, nurses botching my IV, an anesthesiologist explaining that I would be getting a spinal and if it didn't work for some reason that I would be put under general anesthesia, in which case my hubby would not be able to come into the operating room during the "procedure".  It felt so cold, sterile, distant, and foreign.  It did not feel like I was about to welcome two new little lives into the world.  I was very upset, in tears and was trying to calm down talking to the hubby during a short lull when we were actually alone in the room.  At that point a nurse walked in to check our vitals and saw that I was upset, while taking my blood pressure she told me that if I couldn't get myself together that they would put me under general anesthesia.  I was not hyperventilating or uncontrollably upset, I was crying and trying to calm myself.  Threats to put me under and make me miss the birth of my children completely because I was crying and scared was completely uncalled for and I felt bullied and threatened.

Despite the added stress and fears I made it into the operating room, and the spinal worked.   The room was so cold and so full.  Two OB's, two teams of nurses and pediatricians for the babies, the nurses and anesthesiologist assisting the OB's, quite overwhelming.  Eventually they let the hubby come in, and the anesthesiologist was great in talking to me and letting me know what was going on.  The hubby watched the babies being delivered, and left me to watch them as they were cleaned up and assessed.  I heard them both crying, they sounded strong.  I couldn't see them though, I had to wait for almost 10 minutes before they finally brought them over for me to see them.  That was the most painful part of the whole birth process, not being able to see or hold them when they were born.  Natalie and Nathan were put right onto my chest after their birth and assessed while I was holding them.  It felt so wrong and so painful not to be holding my babies when they were born, and I'm not sure that pain will ever really fade away.  I was very glad to finally see them but there was no skin to skin in the OR because it was too cold and I couldn't hold them properly on the operating table anyways.  

I was glad to finally get to the recovery area.  Then I was able to hold the babies and start nursing them.  I am very glad that they didn't have to leave my side, and that the surgery didn't impact our nursing relationship at all.  The recovery was quite different from my other deliveries, with a very extended hospital stay.  Ugh, I could not wait to be discharged, the longest. 3 days. ever. With my others I was out 24 hours after baby was born, I cannot sleep in hospitals.  The hubby had to help a lot when we got home with up and down with the babies and taking care of the other kids.  He is kind of allergic to being domestic, so the last two weeks have been pretty fun :)

All in all, this was not the birth experience that I wanted, nor was it an experience that I enjoyed.  It makes me so very sad that I cannot say that I enjoyed the birth of my twins.  I am thrilled and blessed that they are healthy and there have not been any complications.  At the same time I need to mourn the loss of the birth experience I could have had and wanted so desperately.  I am not sure that it is possible to truly heal emotionally from that loss.  For the last two weeks I have simply been trying  not to think about it very much because I don't want to wallow, but there has to be a point where I face it and try to accept it.  Which seems impossible at this moment in time.

And then there were FOUR!

I have FOUR children, two of which are brand new!
Brandon Heath



and Alice Grey



  The twins were born about 2 weeks ago, and we have been adjusting to being a family of six.  I've been lucky enough to have my husband home and helping with Natalie and Nathan and making sure that we are eating real food and aren't buried under a mountain of dirty laundry.  The babies were born about 4 weeks early, but are absolutely perfect despite their early arrival.

(Brandon above, Alice below)

No time in the NICU, breathing well on their own from minute 1, nice healthy 6 lb birth weights, and nursing champs from the get go.  Of course, there is a healthy amount of twin baby problems, like one of them trying to eat the other basically all the time.


There are also lots of peaceful tandem milk comas...


and plenty of baby snuggle time where I simply stare at their beautiful faces.


They like to sleep at night, but they like to be held while they sleep at night.  Which means the amount of sleep that I am getting is pretty minimal to be honest.  They will sleep on their own in the crib during daylight hours, but once the sun goes down all bets are off and into the arms they must go.


There they are at 2 weeks old, I think the identical poses are pretty great.  I actually find them in similar positions in the crib quite often.

All in all, we are pretty happy and enjoying the changes to our new, big family.  We love it when things are nice and peaceful....



Even though it doesn't last very long with two newborns in the house.  We love the crazy, chaotic times too :)