Your “right to bear arms” will NEVER be more important than my kids’ right to breathe. NEVER!

 

Unpopular opinion. The right to bear arms is no longer a right. It’s a privilege. Opponents of gun control say over and over “but my right to bear arms, it’s in the constitution.” The truth is – the constitution wasn’t about the general carrying of arms for all people. In almost all historical context it is referring to a military purpose. People are dying every day because of this misinterpreted and antiquated “right.”

Your perceived right to bear arms is not more important than my child’s right to live. Far from it.

The phrase “let freedom ring” has turned into the right for people to defend their ability to have guns and shoot wherever, whenever they want. What the phrase should symbolize is the freedom to let the school bells ring, a sign of safety for our kids. To allow our kids to go to school and feel safe and not be afraid that they are going to die.

A lot has changed in our constitution since 1788. When we know better, we do better. Like making slavery illegal and allowing women to vote. Or at least we should. And yet, that isn’t happening with gun laws. And it is having deadly consequences. And lately those consequences are hitting way to close to home for me.

This world is too broken for it to remain a right. It meant something different back then, a time when semi-automatic rifles weren’t created, a time when people weren’t using them against their neighbor or groups of innocent strangers. Gun violence is out of control. Gun reform is needed.

I know, I know “but my right to bear arms!” Here’s the thing, no one is trying to take guns away from a responsible gun owner. But there must be checks and balances to make sure that only responsible citizens are the ones getting guns. Right now, that isn’t the case. And too many innocent people are dying.

There are so many things in life that require age restrictions, background checks, tests to be passed – before we are allowed to do them or have them. Most people are eligible for a driver’s license – but they must do things to make sure they know how to drive safely before they are allowed out on the road. If they abuse the privilege, it can be taken away. If there is a justifiable reason why they shouldn’t be allowed to have a driver’s license, then they can be denied. Because it’s not just about the individual’s wants and needs and perceived rights. It’s about the protection and safety of others.

The idea of “let freedom ring” is making our country an unsafe place to be. It’s not freedom at all. It’s making our schools a prison.

I wrote the above on July 4 after news of the parade shooting in Illinois. But I thought of it this morning as I tried to process last night's events on Michigan State University’s campus. 

We don’t have kids on campus, but I have many friends who do. And I have many friends who work there. And my husband is there several days a week covering a game or doing interviews for his job as a sportswriter for the Detroit Free Press covering MSU men’s basketball and football. In fact, he was on campus last night, but thankfully he left around 6 p.m. The shooting happened a little after 8.

I felt similarly a little over a year ago when the school shooting happened at Oxford high school, just a few hours down the road. I always knew it could be us, but that made it feel much more likely that someday – if things don’t change - it will be us. We live across the street from a high school, and I work remotely. What am I going to do when a group of students comes running to my door asking to be let in because someone is shooting in their school? What if the shooter is among them? How will I know? What will I do? AND WHY DO I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THESE THINGS. But I do.

And then last night happened. A short 10 miles down the road; a place where so many people I know and love frequent. A place my husband goes multiple times a week. The campus where we said our vows and took our wedding pictures. I am sick to my stomach. I am numb. I am angry. I want to cry and yet I can’t. I just know something needs to change.

I’m not here to argue with you or your reasoning. Your love of guns and need to be able to do with them as you please will NEVER be more important than my family’s right to feel safe and be alive. Your “right to bear arms” will NEVER be more important than my kids’ right to breathe. NEVER.

My Broken Brain

When I’m stressed, I write. When I’m sad, I write. When I’m struggling, I write. And since I’m all those things and more, I’m going to write. Maybe it will be beneficial to the doctors, maybe it will help me figure something out I haven’t yet put together or maybe it will just help relieve some of the mounting anxiety I can’t seem to shake.

I had my fourth “amnesia episode” on Thursday and I’m heartbroken. I had convinced myself (based on nothing but speculation and hope) that the migraine medicine I had been taking on an onset of a migraine, was causing it. There is a warning to not take it more than 3 days in a row, and while I didn’t – my migraines have been non-stop since September, and I had pretty much been taking it 2-3 days in a row with a one-day break. So, I thought maybe that could be the cause. But I haven’t taken my medicine in three weeks, and I still had an episode. Back to the drawing board.

So, to start at the beginning – well sort of – I used to have complex partial seizures. I would be in an altered state of consciousness and would repeat things and fidget. I would know when I was going to have one and would come out of it after 1-2 minutes, not remembering anything I said or did but would quickly regain my composure and go on with life.

When I was first diagnosed with epilepsy, we tried several different medications, but they either didn’t work or I had negative side effects. After doing an extended stay in the epilepsy monitoring unit they determined the seizures were coming from scar tissue in the hippocampus of my temporal lobe. They determined I was a candidate for surgery, which I had after my college graduation in 2004. I slowly tapered off my medications and was great until 2008, when I had a bout of Transient Global Amnesia. I had a band of light block my vision during a work meeting and immediately called my eye doctor. They had me come in to rule out a detached retina. They said it was an ocular migraine and sent me home. Somewhere during my drive home, I became confused and called my sister. I told her I didn’t know where I was, and she asked if I was home. I said yes because I was in front of a red door (my apartment at the time). She realized something wasn’t right and sent my brother-in-law to come check on me – who in turn called an ambulance. It would be years before I would remember a lot of these details, but I now remember hearing the sirens and saying, “they are coming for me aren’t they?” And then, “Andy, what’s wrong with me?” I was obsessed with the fact that one of the EMTs looked like a friend of Andy’s (which he did not). While at the hospital I continued to be confused and asked the same questions repeatedly for 6 hours. My mom, who had been on her way back home to Saginaw, came back to the hospital. Thankfully the ER doctor recognized and diagnosed the Transient Global Amnesia right away. They increased my seizure meds (although they didn’t say it was a seizure) and they did an MRI. During the MRI they found a “cyst” of fluid had formed in the surgery site, where the scar tissue had been removed. The thought of having a cyst in my brain grossed me out so I called it a “bubble.”

For about 6 hours I asked the same questions repeatedly, and my sister wrote down all the answers on
an envelope. After I would ask them all I would say “Have you seen 50 First Dates? I’m 10 second Tom. OMG I probably already said that, I must be so annoying!!” My mom said she knew I was coming out of it because I quieted and just studied the envelope. Once my memory returned, they sent me home. A few months later I had a seizure at work. It was different than anything I experienced before, I had a filmstrip of old dreams going through my head and I was very confused. But eventually I remembered the “bubble” and it was reassuring because I assumed that’s what was causing it. In 2008, they decided to operate again. If I remember right, it was only the second time they had seen this happen in their 20-some year career and the first time they decided to operate again. They went in and popped the bubble (or removed the cyst if you want to be technical). It was a much easier recover than the first surgery and I did great. I was even able to go off all my seizure medications. Seizures were a thing of the past. Until October of 2022.

My friend and retired co-worker Deb came over for dinner on Oct. 13. It started out fine and completely normal. She went to pick up her dinner and during that time, I got confused. I was sitting on the couch, and I couldn’t remember what was going on. I didn’t know if Chris was home. I was unsure where Deb went, and I still can’t tell you where the kids were (probably right there or in the playroom). I called for Chris, and he came upstairs, and I asked him if I’d had amnesia before. I told him I feel like it was happening again. I then repeated “I don’t have time for another brain surgery.” Which is 100% true…but I also don’t have time to keep losing my damn mind. Anyway…he explained that yes, I had, and Deb went to pick up dinner – which made me panic because I didn’t remember ordering dinner. Thankfully, I had. I slowly started to come around as we waited for a call back from the on-call doctor at my office. My blood pressure was very high, but otherwise I was acting more like myself, but still not remembering everything that had just happened over the last hour or two.

The next week I had a follow up with another doctor at my office. She wondered about my seizures but also said it could be related to my complex migraines. I told her I had experienced some heart palpitations lately, so she did an EKG and said it wasn’t great – but there also wasn’t anything noticeably wrong. It was just very high.

At another follow up, with my actual doctor this time, she decided to put me on a medication that she was hoping would calm my heart rate down which may inadvertently help with my blood pressure and anxiety.

A couple weeks later I had an MRI which came back as normal (for me) with consistent post-surgery changes. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was somewhat surprised by this because the episode that happened was so much like the episode that happened when I had the bubble. But no bubble. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t hoping for one, or another surgery – but I was hoping for something obvious and fixable…so I would be back to living in the constant fear of life with epilepsy. But here I am. At my follow-up with my migraine doctor, they jumped right to seizures – due to my history, which is understandable. But I still wasn’t convinced. They also prescribed Keppra, one of the medicines I had been on before my surgery. If I’m being honest…I didn’t take it right away. I know the epilepsy specialist appt was coming up and I wanted to get their opinion to see if it was really necessary. 

But, before I could get to that appointment, I had another episode. I was running errands and waiting for my Target pick up order…and I lost my mind, again. I called my mom and said “something is wrong” – she called my sister who came to my rescue. When talking to my mom I was very confused and panicked that I left the girls at home alone. I eventually realized, on my own, that they were at home and safe with Harper. I kept telling Dawn I needed to go in for my Target order, even though they had already brought it to my car (don’t remember that at all so very sorry if I was a weirdo to the poor Target worker.) I slowly started to piece together that something was going on with my seizures again. At this point, we decided I should go to the hospital – just to make sure we weren’t dealing with anything like a stroke or brushing off a serious situation. I went by ambulance (which staring at the $500 bill on my desk now seems a little excessive, but here we are.) The hospital was packed. I sat in the hallway for a while and then an intake room. When I finally saw the doctor that poor, sweet man said I had a “very complex medical history.” Bless his heart. I told him I usually just say I’m a medical mishap. He confirmed they were ruling out a stroke and running some other tests to see if we could figure out what was going on. Eventually I was moved to a very uncomfortable reclining chair in a giant room of chairs separated by banners. Cozy it was not. They kept saying they were going to admit me and put me in a room, but it never happened. They started me on the Keppra; they gave me a very high dose and coupled with not eating for hours in the ER I got pretty lightheaded but ended up being okay. I was sent home on the Keppra with instructions to follow up with the Neurologist.

Chris and I headed to Grand Rapids on Dec. 13. I wanted to go back to Spectrum because that is where my neurosurgeon was, and while I didn’t anticipate needing surgery – if they needed a consult on anything, I wanted him to be the one. Unfortunately, I found out that Elisevich has retired – but I liked the doctors we met with so I’m still glad about the decision. I had done a lot of plotting out symptoms and dates and thoughts all over my office, so I complied them into a document and took them to my appointment. I don’t know if he was lying or not, but the nurse said it was very helpful. We met with a fellow first and talked about my history, and what was happening recently and my thoughts on the migraines vs. seizures vs. amnesia. He asked a lot of questions and listened.

I also got a pretty bad migraine in the middle of the appointment (my migraines involve lots of bright lights that can make me dizzy and disorientated if I don’t shut my eyes and lay down until it passes). Ultimately, he didn’t think we needed to bring me into the epilepsy monitoring unit at this point (I agreed), but he did want to get an EEG set up and agreed I should stay on the Keppra. As with a lot of medical things, it was just going to be a “wait and see” – see if the medicine keeps it from happening again, see if they get worse, listen to how people explain what happens and how I feel, etc. It’s a very uncomfortable place to be when you want answers and have zero. But I’ve been there before.

That night I was exhausted and went to bed after having an argument with my husband. (For our wedding someone gave me the wedding advice – don’t stay up all night trying to fix something. Get some sleep and come back together in the morning after a good night sleep and I love that advice so much…so I did.) But as I was trying to fall asleep, I started to get confused. I felt like I had those old dreams going through my head again – but as fast as they were there, they were gone, and I couldn’t recall what I had just been thinking about. I went downstairs and said “Did we go to Grand Rapids today? Am I having seizures again? Why are we fighting?” HA – my poor husband. And once again – slowly it all came back to me. I was sad because this was the first episode since starting the Keppra so if they are seizures, didn’t seem like the medicine was helping. I also think of the four episodes – this was the shortest, less confusing. But I have no idea how long I was laying in my bed before I went downstairs.

I sent a message to my doctor and went back to waiting for the EEG appt. Several people had mentioned the memory loss sounding like a drug reaction, so I stopped taking my migraine medicine. I was still taking my nighttime meds but not the meds for the breakthrough migraines. After a couple weeks of not having any episodes, my migraines not being quite as frequent and less double vision I was starting to hope maybe it did have something to do with the medicine. And then Thursday night happened. I haven’t been driving very far since all this started, especially with the kids. So, I pretty much just take them and pick them up from school one mile away (and pray for God’s protection over those two 30-minute time periods). The thing is, I don’t lose consciousness or control so I don’t expect anything terrible would happen. Based on what I’ve been doing I think I’d pull over and call someone who could tell me what the heck is going on. I still don’t want to chance it.

This was the first episode since stopping my migraine medicine, so I can’t blame that anymore – and it was the second since I’ve been on the Keppra. And I think this was probably the longest/most confused I have been. Thankfully Kari had picked Francesca and I up for gymnastics and a babysitter was with the twins. I had been looking through my phone for something (this I remember) and then I told Kari I was having crazy de ja vu. She thought I meant from looking at the photos and then I started getting more and more confused and she realized I was having an episode. She called Chris who was writing across the street, and he came over. I don’t remember much except asking her if she’d experienced this with me before and she told me she had heard about it but hadn’t been with me when it happened.

Every time I come out of these it’s like remembering bad news all over. I seriously am Drew Barrymore from 50 First Dates (minus the car accident with the cow thing) but it’s like every time I remember that I’m having suspected seizures again and every time it is so confusing and devastating. And this time as I was coming out of it, I remembered something was happening with my mom – that she was sick, and then that she had cancer. It’s like every time I come out of these with no memory and then they all flood back at once. It’s so unnerving. But I always know who I am, who people are, etc. I was once again super worried about where the twins were and asked Kari – who reassured me they were with the babysitter. When Chris got there, he asked me questions to test what I remember, some things I knew but most I didn’t. And I kept repeating “I’m so confused”. Thankfully I started to come out of it around the time gymnastics was over, I was able to talk briefly with the coach (and hopefully not be a total weirdo) and then head home. This one lasted longer and was more intense – Chris has a theory that the ones at home are quicker because I’m surrounded by kids, pictures, etc. and that helps bring me back quicker. The two longer ones were when I was at Target and at Gymnastics.

I feel so helpless right now. I keep telling myself hopefully this is just something annoying that won’t actually kill me or anything, so it could be worse. But it feels pretty bad. How am I supposed to take care of three kids (with their own medical needs) with a traveling husband, a full-time job and a mountain of other responsibilities? They need to figure this out and fix it. Unknown medical symptoms are never easy or fun but let me tell you – they are a whole hell of a lot scarier when you have a family of your own waiting in the wings. And I think that impact is shown by the fact that every time I come out of these episodes my first worry is where my kids are. I guess I should take solace in that and start worrying when I come out of it and say, “what kids?!”

The other thing that has happened every time, but I think I said out loud last time is, “It feels like there is a block.” Meaning – I know there are all kinds of things I should know, and just did minutes before but it’s like there is a black wall in my brain and I cannot remember anything I’m supposed to. The memory loss is one of the things that keeps me going back to the amnesia. I never had memory loss with my seizures. But I have a terrible short-term memory – due to the scar tissue being removed from the hippocampus, which is where our memory is – so that’s not new. Every time (including the episode I had way back in 2008 when I had the bubble, after the TGA) started with a reel of memories from old dreams I had. And then seconds later I can’t remember the dream or memory I was just thinking of, but I know there is something I’m supposed to remember and can’t – and then it all spirals into confusion and me being repetitive about something. Within about 30-45 minutes I start to come out of it and remember things that just minutes before I didn’t – like where the twins are, or that I ordered dinner. But there are still some things I don’t fully remember. I still don’t remember calling my mom from the Target episode.

Even though these episodes are very similar to the episode I had when I had the bubble – there is no bubble. So what is causing it? The whole thing is mind-blowing (pun intended) – and if it wasn’t happening to me, I think it would be a great book or movie – “The Adventures of the Lost Mind”. You make the episodes last longer – and have me do amazing things during the time, meet cool people and create fun memories – before my brain comes back together and regular life continues. I’ll need my movie and writer friends to get on that idea right away.

Anyway. I’ve spent a lot of time comparing the current episodes with that I’ve experienced in the past to try and figure out what’s going on. I don’t know what any of it means. I just know we need to figure it out and fix my broken brain. This is not the life I want for my family or myself. I’ve lived this paralyzed by fear life before and it’s no way to live. And while I’m trying my best to work through and overcome the constant anxiety – it’s hard. I just want to cry all the time. And I do, a lot.

Seizures

•  Complex Partial – diagnosed in 2000 but had since a baby
•  Zone out
• Knew they were coming
•  Smack lips
• 1-2 minutes
• Wouldn’t remember what I said, others didn’t know.
• Caused by scar tissue in brain

Migraines

• Complex – visual disturbances 25-30 minutes
• Hemipelagic – stroke symptoms – slurred speech, forget names, weakness/tingling on left side
  (30 minutes)
• Spike in migraines during third trimester pregnancy with Francesca (2014) and after pregnancy with twins (2018)
• Increase in complex migraines since September

Transient Global Amnesia

• Happened in Jan 2008 – lasted for 6 hours
• Started with visual disturbance/ocular migraine
•  Lost time (didn’t know how long I was sitting in front of my apartment)
• Repeated things
• Memory loss (remembered some years later)
• Had fluid in brain where scar tissue was removed– found on MRI

Episode/Seizure with Bubble

• Started with movie reel in head
•  Confused until I eventually remembered the bubble and then I figured it was due to that and felt better
• After this episode decided to have the second surgery

Current Episodes

• Start with déjà vu/familiar dreams and then a few seconds later the memories are gone and I cannot remember the memory I just recognized
• All started with losing time (don’t know how long I was sitting there before realizing I was confused)
• Repeat phrases/ideas
• Memory loss (still don’t remember everything)
• No warning
•  MRI normal (no fluid/bubble)
• 45 min – 1 hour

A few different doctors have mentioned they might be a very severe form of migraine. I do usually have a migraine or double vision within a day or two of having an episode. While all this is happening, I also saw a neuro eye doctor to try and figure out why I have an extended aura of lights in the upper left quadrant of my vision – all the time. I’ve had it since Francesca was little and It’s annoying. I was also concerned about double vision episodes I was having and blurry vision. He explained that the constant aura I’m seeing is probably my brain trying to fill in a spot that is commonly missing in the visual field after a craniotomy. Good to have one thing figured out I suppose.

So now, we wait. Chris is taking me to Grand Rapids on Thursday for a 3-hour EEG. I’m not feeling super hopeful about this because EEGs haven’t been helpful for my epilepsy situation in the past. I have no idea what the next steps will be, I hope whatever they are we can get it figured it out before I lose my mind again.

Real Talk with Just Joders: Anxiety

 It shows up out of nowhere

It is never welcomed or expected

It makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race 

Sometimes it causes me to sob uncontrollably, other times I feel overcome with anger

It always gives me a sense of uneasiness and dread and leaves me feeling defeated and exhausted

Nope. It’s not an ex or an obnoxious family member or weird neighbor. 

It’s anxiety. 

I always know when it’s anxiety and not stress because my anxiety rarely has an identifiable cause. I can’t put my finger on the thing that triggers it and I never know what will make it go away or when. 

My first anxiety attack had me pacing around my one bedroom apartment sure that the devil was present. I walked around praying and reading my Bible and even called a friend to pray me through it. It sounds insane. I felt insane. I felt so scared. As I type this I’m realizing I never told anyone about this - except the friend I called. I didn’t realize until years later that I was having an anxiety attack. 

Looking back, many of my early anxiety episodes were coupled with health procedures and challenges. I saw a therapist and was on medication for several years around the time of my second brain surgery. After I healed from the surgery and life got back to normal, I went off the medication. 

The next episode I can recall was a few years later. I called my mom to come pick me up because I couldn’t stop crying. I was scheduled to have my first rhizotomy on Monday and something about having the endings of the nerves in my neck burned was not sitting well with me. I also had my first experience with the consuming but unexplainable feeling of anger that weekend. 

Once the major medical stuff resolved, so did my anxiety. 

It was gone, until it wasn’t. 

I’m not really sure when it started again but now it comes out of no where; I can rarely put my finger on what’s causing it and that makes it even more frustrating and paralyzing. It’s not something that happens daily or even weekly, but when it does happen, it’s awful. You probably don’t know this about me. I don’t really talk about it - but I decided it’s time. Because I know I’m not alone. And we need to talk about it. 

Anxiety will tell you you are weak. It will say you are crazy. It will make you feel hopeless. But anxiety is a liar. 

Once it starts I struggle to take deep breaths. I go from feeling angry to incredibly sad. I feel sick to my stomach but don’t actually get sick. I haven’t figured out how to successfully resolve it. Sometimes writing helps. Other times I’m better after a good cry. Sometimes distraction helps - throwing myself into work or another activity. And then like today - it helps to get some exercise and spend time in worship. 

After checking the weather channel and seeing no predicted rain, despite the ominous sky - I headed out for a walk. As I walked and listened to a playlist of my favorite worship songs, I felt peace come over me. And despite the rain, I continued to walk...until I heard the thunder. I took cover on my porch and within a few minutes the storm had passed and I was able to resume my walk. 

I realized how much my anxiety resembled the storm. It comes out of nowhere - I’m never really sure how long it will consume me, but I know eventually it will lift. I will be okay. And while I am sad, angry and uncomfortable when I’m in the middle of it - I know there is hope on the other side. 

So, if you’re feeling like you’re in the middle of a storm right now - get on the porch and wait it out. You are not weak. You are not alone. It will clear. You will feel peace again. Until then, deep breaths and hugs. 

Enjoy Every Minute?! I Think Not.

The Answer: Enjoy every minute! 

The question: What is crap advice parents receive? 

Parents get a lot of unhelpful and unsolicited (but usually well-meaning) advice, but can we puh-lease stop with variations of this: "Enjoy every minute! It goes so fast!” 

Oh really Gertrude, because some of us are on night 867 of little to no sleep and it’s not feeling super quick. 

Also, while I have your attention - lose the “you’ll miss the days when your biggest problem was a kid who didn’t sleep.” 

Is it true? Probably. Does it help in the moment? Nope. In fact, during a time that is already frustrating - parents don’t need the added guilt of someone telling us to enjoy every minute. Now, not only am I sad, tired and frustrated about the not enjoyable phase I’m experiencing - but I feel like a shit mom because I’m not shouting the joys of motherhood from the rooftop and pooping skittles and gum drops 24/7. 

Some things aren’t enjoyable. Like my almost 3-year-old screaming like she’s being injured every nap and bedtime. And waking up between 4:30-5:30 most mornings, since we took away her binkies, screaming to go downstairs, usually waking up her twin sister in the process. And let’s not forget most meals when she screams and refuses to eat the food in front of her (that she originally requested) and instead insists she’s not hungry and begs for a “snack”. 😳 

Am I saying she’s never enjoyable? Nope, the contrary actually. She is mostly enjoyable. But mealtime and bedtime are constant struggles. When you have to fight with your kid every meal to eat and when it takes an extraordinarily long time to get her to bed and then you still have to put another kid to bed and then clean up the house and prep for tomorrow...it's a lot. (I know a bunch of you are chomping at the bit to say "they'll eat when they are hungry" and "she won't starve" I KNOW. I tell myself this every day, several times a day. It's still frustrating. And remember the aforementioned sleep issues - I don’t need to hear “I’m hungry” as another excuse at bedtime or the butt crack of dawn.)

I’m tired of getting screamed at. 

I’m worried every decision I make is causing/encouraging this tiny life-sucking monster. 

At the end of the day I’m disappointed for losing my patience and yelling.

I am blaming myself for her outburts. 

I am sad that there is so much frustration bottled up in such a little body and there seems to be nothing I can do about it.

I am questioning everything.

I am dreading doing it again tomorrow.

I am mentally exhausted.

IT IS NOT ENJOYABLE.

So, I really don’t need some mom decades removed from the toddler stage making me feel guilty for not enjoying every moment. I deal with enough self-inflicted mom guilt, thank you very much. 

And let's be real, no one should be expected to enjoy every moment. I don’t enjoy every moment of my job, or my marriage (love you, Chris!) or any other relationship or major life event. It doesn’t make me a bad mom, wife, employee or friend, it makes me human. A very tired human. 

So let’s stop mom-shaming those going through a hard time, and realize that our “helpful” comments aren’t always so helpful. 

Might I recommend instead something like “wow that really sucks, I hope it passes quickly...and here is some wine.” 

p.s. Winter White is my preferred wine, if you're wondering.

Please Stop Asking Twin Moms This Question...and a few more thoughts

Twin moms get a lot of questions, but I beg you to stop asking one. Nope, not “are they identical” – that one doesn’t bother me. (I probably asked that of twin moms before I was one.) And, if I’m being honest, the question I’m writing about doesn’t bother me personally, either. If you know me and my twin journey, you know I’m an open book; about the struggle to get pregnant, the miscarriage and ultimately having twins.

Ready for the question? “Do twins run in your family?” I mean, I could just respond with “Nope, sometimes they walk,” or another equally lame response. So why does it bother me so much? Because it seems innocent and harmless but it’s not. For more than 40% of people, the answer to that question is no, they don’t run in the family or maybe they do (like in my case) but that is likely not the reason I have twins. What you are essentially asking is, “Do you have fertility issues?” I don’t think that is the asker’s intention, but it’s the reality. Personally, I’ve answered the question differently, depending on the day. Sometimes I just say “yes”, which is technically true but it’s through my father’s side so I don’t think it technically counts; other times I’ll answer more truthfully, “Yes, but we had fertility treatments which is likely why we ended up with twins.” So that's it. That's the question I'm begging you to stop asking.

Actually, while I have your attention...asking a parent of multiples if it was “natural” is really not okay. And what does that even mean? I mean, I know what you think it means – but “natural” as opposed to “artificial” or “fake” …. just no.  I guess someone could argue some fertility treatments can be referred to as "artificial insemination.” I get that – but again – why do you feel the need to know?! If they did get pregnant as you would say “naturally” do you also want to know what day, what position and if it was good? SERIOUSLY. That’s the level of personal information you may be unintentionally asking for when you ask these kinds of questions. No matter what “method” someone uses to get pregnant – it takes real sperm and real eggs – natural ingredients required for all pregnancies – and a real baby (or two or three) results. And they all lived happily ever with the exception of dodging inappropriate and personal questions. Okay, so apparently two questions I'm begging you to stop asking.

I’ll end with something I’ve written about before and will now and forever be my PSA to the world - think before you ask other seemingly innocent questions, like: “Are you planning to have kids?” … “Isn’t it about time for another one?” … “Do you plan on having any more?” That person with no kids, might not be able to get pregnant. The person with one or two might have tried for years for more and suffered losses along the way. You never know someone’s situation and even when asked with the best of intentions, these questions can make already painful situations worse.

Now, people are going to read this and feel the need to say, “I’m so sorry if I said that to you.” That’s not what this is about…because it’s me – I’m an open book. And before having fertility issues and twins I’m sure I asked some of these questions. I’m simply hoping to make people think before they ask. Understand the full implications of what you might be asking someone and then...probably don’t. And for the love of all that's good and holy don't follow up with..."wow, your hands are full." Okay, I'm really done now. 

Surviving The First Year with Twins: Must Have Items

On May 11, 2019 it was official. We had survived the first year as parents of twins. Sometimes it feels like it was actually 10 years and in the same breath it feels like 10 minutes. Recently, I was asked about how we got sleep in the first few months after they were born, and I struggled to recall what the schedule was like. But then again it seems like yesterday that we were tracking what time they ate, how many ounces and how often they pooped and peed (parenting is glamorous, eh?). When I look back at the first year there are several things that I wouldn’t have survived without, so I wanted to take some time to give the items/brands some love and maybe help another twin mama out! Here we go. In no particular order.

The Joovy Twin Roo Stroller was a lifesaver. It was light and easy to fold and throw in the back of the car. The car seats clicked in easily, and you can buy adapters to fit different car seats. It was easy to maneuver when I was on my own for doctor appointments or wherever we went that required opening doors and getting through narrow doorways because it goes the long way instead of across (there has to be a more eloquent way of saying that, but you get the point). It also has two bottle/cup holders and a huge storage space under the car seats. You do only use this while they are in the infant car seats, so we stopped around 6-7 months, but it was still worth it.

We then started using the Kolcraft Cloud Side-by-Side Double Umbrella Stroller. It didn’t break the bank; you can find it for under $100 – I got mine for around $80 and we use it all the time for doctor appointments, trips to the mall and other quick stops. It’s compact when folded and fits in the car easily.  

Twin Z Nursing Pillow – Ask me how many times I used this bad boy for nursing. Exactly ZERO. But for sitting, playing and yes even napping (GASP – the tag says not to let them nap on it.) Before you start sending me hate mail – it was before they were rolling, and they were never left unattended.
Anyhoo – we loved this thing. It was especially helpful when you just needed a cozy place to set a baby while changing a diaper or feeding the other one. Or when you just needed to give your arms a rest but wanted them propped up a little to talk to them or play. It is a must have, breast feeding or not.

Graco Pack ‘n Play Playard with Twin Bassinets – I wasn’t sure about this one because a lot of twin parents told me they didn’t use a double Pack n’ Play, but our oldest daughter spent a lot of time napping in hers, so I registered for it and I’m so glad I did. The twins slept in this for the firs­­t three months and then napped in it for much longer. Today it has become a toy repository, which is a bit ridiculous – but it allows me to see my living room floor at night, so it works. If we did clean it out, it’s big enough that they could both still sit in there and have room to play.

Table for Two – Probably one of the most expensive items on our registry but worth every penny.  And even when they started feeding themselves, we would still strap them in when it was time for bottles. It also allowed our four-year-old to help feed them. It’s super easy to wash with the cloth cover coming off easily, as well as the material that wraps around the entire seat. We would have been lost without this! We didn’t use it at first and I wondered if it was going to be a waste of money. No way. We just needed to wait until they were a little bigger. I would say around five months or so we started using this regularly to feed the girls. 

Carriers
I cannot say enough good things about the Weego twin carrier. Although my twins were not preemies at all (they weighed 6 lbs. 2 oz and 7 lbs.), you can start using the Weego starting at 4 lbs. The Weego allowed me to take both babies outside so I could watch their big sister play or just have them both close to me but still have my hands free to get stuff done. I took lots of walks with them up north and the best part was, they almost always fell asleep once they were in the Weego. The only downside (if there is one) is you can only wear them until they are a combined 33 lbs. For us that was about five months.

I now have a Twingo air model. I first attempted using this carrier when the twins were about six months, but we just weren’t ready. That’s a collective we. I think the babies weren’t quite strong enough and I wasn’t confident enough. There were two other adults trying to help me get them in and it wasn’t working. Fast forward to when they were around 9 months and easy peasy. Well, easy peasy after several reviews of YouTube videos and after one terrifying attempt to put Annabelle on the back (in the Target parking lot), I learned Amelia is much better suited for that position. But otherwise, easy peasy. I love it. With each twin weighing about 19 lbs. I can’t wear them for long periods of time, but its great for when they are tired, and I need to get them to sleep or I just need them contained for a few minutes and they are sick of their stroller. PSA: Don’t wear this out in public if you’re in a hurry and don’t have time for questions or conversations! During my first public outing with it I had two twin moms stop me to ask where this carrier was 9-12 years ago (when their twins were little). They were in awe that such a thing existed. Well done, Twingo! The other great thing about this carrier (which I have not done yet) is it can come apart and be used as two individual carriers! Definitely worth the money!

Jump A Roos
This isn’t necessarily a twin thing – but something that helped me a ton the first year was having two door jumpers. There are a lot of things I don’t think you necessarily need two of. We only had one exersaucer (but my mom had two and they loved being in them at the same time), you could probably get away with having one swing, etc., but at night when my husband was working or traveling, and everyone wanted to see mama, but mama needed to make dinner or wash bottles, this was a life saver. Of course, it only works if you have the proper door frames to hold them. Thankfully we did. The girls loved jumping in these while I was in the kitchen and added bonus if you have a big kid who likes to play with them while they are in them. That really kept them entertained.

Formula Pitcher
If you are a formula feeding family like we are, a Dr. Brown Formula Mixing Pitcher is a must have. Or if you are like us – you buy two - one for your Dairy Queen baby and one for your Soy Bean baby. These made life so much easier for us.

Summer Must Haves
Finally – a few must haves if you’ll be taking your little ones out in the sun and/or water in the first few months after they are born.

I loved RuffleButts Baby Long Sleeve One Piece Swimsuit and Full Throttle life jackets. We used them both primarily for our week-long summer vacation, but the life jackets are good up to 30 lbs so the twins wore them again this summer. We also bought RuffleButts suits again this summer (pictured) and absolutely loved them!

Also this summer we bought the Summer Infant Pop N’ Play Ultimate Portable Playard. It was ridiculously easy to put up and take down and it was great for the beach. And since we’re just back from vacation, another thing that was tremendously helpful –hiccapop Omniboost Travel Booster Seats – again these folded up super easy and came in bags for easy transportation. Not necessarily a “twin” thing, but I strongly recommend instead of hauling a highchair or booster seat when traveling.

Well, that’s it. That’s all I got. Actually, I could keep going, but I’ll stop there. When I first found out I was pregnant with twins I was feeling overwhelmed and had no idea what I needed! Hopefully some soon-to-be twin mamas will find this helpful.

Things Aren't Always What They Seem: Hemiplegic Migraines

Yesterday, while I was reviewing a document at work things got weird. I couldn’t comprehend the words, and nothing was making sense. And then I could only see certain letters. Even though I have had too many hemiplegic migraines to count, it had been a while and I panicked – sure I was having a stroke. I quickly emailed my boss and left – I didn’t trust myself to find her and have a conversation because I knew the words wouldn’t form like they should. I just wanted to be alone – to avoid questions, concern or embarrassment.

On the way home – probably driving a little faster than I should – I realized if I got pulled over I would be in a bad situation. I would not be able to explain to the police officer what was happening and it would definitely be assumed I was drunk or on drugs. By this point the confusion was worse and I started to experience what I refer to as “kaleidoscope vision” where my sight is interrupted by circulating bright lights. I couldn’t remember common words and names I knew well seemed foreign to me. I know it is all part of the migraine and that it would end at some point but when you’re in the middle of it it’s horrifying and heartbreaking and hard to remember your brain will return to normal.

I think what threw me the most was this one went out of order. Usually they are by the book – first the kaleidoscope vision, then the numbness, tingling and heaviness from my face down my left arm and through my fingers. Then, in the worst case ones – like yesterday – the confusion and slurred speech starts. Usually all the symptoms – from the vision to the confusion – are done within an hour. Then I am sometimes left with a headache (other times I just have the symptoms but no actual head pain) and the post-migraine fog which often lasts 24 hours or more. But yesterday it took almost two hours to get through the symptoms – which tells me the recovery is going to much longer than 24 hours. Sometimes my brain isn’t back up to speed for a couple days. It is a terrible, hopeless feeling.

These migraines first started about 12 years ago – but I would only have them once a year. I’ve seen ebbs and flows since then including a huge increase during my pregnancy with Francesca and then after the birth of Amelia and Annabelle. Thankfully we have found a medication that seems to break the cycle when they are unrelenting. I discontinued the medication at the end of July and have been doing great…until yesterday. And yesterday was the reason I hate them more than anything now. In the days BK (before kids) I would go home and sleep for hours – usually most of the day and then overnight. These days, that isn’t an option. And when it happened yesterday I had the additional challenge of Chris covering a basketball game. Thankfully, my village came through – per usual. Our nanny, Jessica, stayed late with the twins and Grandpa and Grandma took Francesca overnight and dropped her off at school this morning.

But the guilt that comes with not being able to take care of my kids is awful. I don’t care how bad I feel, I don’t want to be away from them in my room sleeping it off, I don’t want someone else to have to take care of them. I am their mom - I should be able to handle it. And most things I can, but not hemiplegic migraines. They are my kryptonite. And if I’m being painfully honest - I fear that they are the one thing that could break me. Everything else I can figure out and overcome, but not these. With that said, that’s me in the middle of the migraine war - once I’m a couple days on the mend,  I’ll be back to kicking ass and believing I can overcome everything.

I’m not sure the point of sharing this, other than – things are not always what they seem. Anyone who would have seen me at work yesterday, or a police officer pulling me over on the way home, would have for sure thought I was drunk, high or having a stroke. Thankfully it was “just” a migraine (she says with a laugh). I’m feeling better today but it will likely be a few days before I feel 100%, until then I will be tired (again, mother of 8-month-old twins, laughs), I will take longer to find the right words and I’ll be near tears often, because these stupid migraines leave me terrified and on edge about when the next one will come. I’m also sharing because I’m working hard on reaching out when I need help and not defaulting to my mom (this is where she’ll object, and say its fine – but it’s not). So – all of you who have continuously offered to help be warned – I might be coming for you. XO

Update: before I could even publish this or share it, I had another migraine. Thankfully, Chris is in town and can take on the parenting duties tonight. I’m at home, laying down and waiting for a return call from my migraine doctor.