Today I get to bring you something! Today there was a delivery of God's promise! TODAY there is a rainbow!
Almost two full years ago, on March 20th, 2014, I posted a blog about two friends who had given birth to, and lost their quadruplets at just 20 weeks gestation.
That post was the most difficult post I have ever written. At that time, I vowed to stop writing my blog until I had something great to tell you about this couple. Well, today is that day!
Today, I am in tears as I tell you that my dear friends Chris and Jen Petersen welcomed their son Noah Christian Petersen into our world! Right now all I know is that he weighs 6lbs 13oz he is completely, perfectly beautiful and that Mom, Dad, and baby are doing well! I'll post more (and hopefully some pictures with permission of Mommy and Daddy) a little later, but I just couldn't wait to announce this happy news to everyone! Congratulations to Jen and Chris, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOAH! We've been waiting for you, little angel. I know that Gianna, Jaxson, Gage, and Serenity are watching over you and your family with so much love!
1 Samuel 1:27
For this child I have prayed; and the LORD hath given me my petition which I asked of him.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Post I Could Not Name
Today's post is special. Today's post will be one of the hardest, yet most important posts I will ever write. Today, I share with you a very heartbreakingly real inside look at the taboo that some refuse to see, hear, or even acknowledge. Today, we talk about loss. Unbearable, unfathomable, gut wrenching, earth shattering loss. The loss of a child. A sweet, perfect, beautiful life that has been taken, for us, way too soon. A life that had yet to be lived, yet touched so many. In this case, I'm talking about more. So much more.
I want you to put yourself in my post now. I want you to read this, and really feel these emotions, because though I would never want anyone to have to experience this, I want everyone to feel it. Imagine your name is Jen. I want you to picture yourself as a young woman desperately wanting more of a family. Try to imagine that you have endured more than most women to try to conceive this "more". Imagine praying every single day for a year and a half for the same thing. Imagine one day feeling not so well and taking a pregnancy test then waiting two minutes for those lines to change. Imagine how you would feel in those two minutes and the things that would go through your mind. And then you look. It has changed, as will your life forever. It's positive. You're pregnant.
Over the next few days everything seems a blur. You call your doctor, you call your family, you call your friends, you may even call your boss. You schedule appointments, you start making plans, you're excited, you're scared, you're overwhelmed. You're pregnant! You're happy! You go to your first ultrasound and the doctor starts his exam. He confirms there is, in fact, a fetus growing within you. But he keeps going! One, two, three... four. FOUR! Immediately your heart stops. You don't know what to do, you don't know what to say. For so long you've wanted this, you've wanted to see that positive, you've wanted to hear those words "you're pregnant", you've wanted "more", but this! FOUR, four is too many, isn't it? That is the question that you'll ask yourself throughout your entire pregnancy, regardless of how long that is.
Most of you know that a full term gestation is 40 weeks long. What you may not know is that should you deliver prematurely, there are different levels of intervention that doctors will perform to sustain the life of your baby, if at all, based on your baby's gestational age. Typically for most facilities the gestation they will offer intervention is 24 or 25 weeks, but you can request it before then if you so desire. They are sure to explain the incredible risks and daunting statistics in gruesome detail, of applying such measures to an infant of such prematurity. So much so that almost no mother would wish such horror and discomfort upon their precious baby and decide to elect for no life sustaining measures before that point. Some mothers can't imagine life without their child, and despite the attempts of medical professionals to literally scare the life out of them, they want to do everything possible to save their child's life. You are not to judge another human being for either decision. Ever. Their decision is always the right one. Always.
Now, back to being Jen.
Over the next few weeks you come to terms with the idea of having quadruplets. You set your mind to the fact that everything will be hard. Life is hard with a new baby, no matter how many. It's going to be an adjustment, a learning experience for sure, but more than worth it. You prepare your home, your family, your friends, yourself and anything else you can get ready for the arrival of four new lives. You're getting ready and then everything stops, again. Something is wrong. You're at a regular appointment to check on your babies and they tell you that at 17 weeks your cervix is shortening and you're having contractions. 17 weeks. Less than halfway. Less than 25 weeks. Less than ready. Your head is spinning, your heart is racing, you don't feel bad, but something is wrong. What do you do? What CAN you do? Then your doctor offers you an option. A tiny ray of light in infinite darkness. A sliver of hope when you thought there was none. There is a procedure they can do to help your body keep the babies in called a cerclage. They put a stitch in your cervix to help it stay closed. There is risk of infection for you, and a small risk they could rupture the water sac of one of the babies, but the benefits far outweigh the risks and you don't hesitate to say yes. They schedule your procedure and on you undergo surgery at barely more than 17 weeks pregnant to secure your babies' home in your womb for at least 7 more weeks. You wake up, scared and groggy, but need to
know, did it work? Yes! Your procedure was successful! You're still pregnant and your babies are fine! God is so good!
Two weeks later your world comes crashing down again. You are admitted to the hospital, this time for the duration of your pregnancy. You spend the next week in bed, praying with every spare breath for God to save the lives of your babies. And at 20 weeks, the unthinkable happens. You go into labor and the doctors can't stop it. You deliver your baby girl. 20 weeks. Twenty weeks early. Five weeks before "viability", four weeks before they will even try to save her. She is beautiful and strong and lives for almost two whole hours before she takes her last breath while snuggled in the arms of her daddy.
Devastated doesn't even begin to cover what you're feeling. But, you can't think about that, right now you still have three babies to carry, and you have at least four more weeks to do it. Back to work. All you can do is pray. And pray and pray. Two days after saying goodbye to your beautiful little girl, you are forced to relive that nightmare three more times. Just like before, your labor can't be stopped and your remaining three quadruplets are delivered at just over 20 weeks gestation. Twenty weeks early. Five weeks before viability. Four weeks before... They're gone. Just like that. Gone. Resting in the arms of The Lord. Angels among the Almighty. Just think, for a second, that this is you. Picture yourself in this moment...
Now meet Jen and Chris Petersen. This nightmare I've just written is no journalistic fantasy for them. This is their reality. On March 11, 2014 they delivered their daughter Serenity Brooklyn Monroe Petersen. On March 13th at 11:45pm they delivered Jaxson Joseph, Gianna Charlotte Faith, and Gage Christian Thomas Petersen. They were 20 weeks premature and all four babies passed on to be with The Lord. The Petersen's faith in God has been unwavering and awe inspiring the last few weeks, and I share their story with you to raise awareness of the unimaginable heartache, as well as financial burden they face in losing their children. I need your help. I need you to pray for my friends, I need you to be aware of the losses some people are forced to endure, and I ask you, if you are able, to contribute to their Go Fund Me page to help with anything you can. They have medical and burial expenses that they desperately need help paying, and more heartache than anyone should ever have to witness. Please please pray for them and their angels as well as everyone close to them, and please remember to remember the angels who are no longer with us.
Please visit this http://www.gofundme.com/7jymvo page if you wish to contribute monetary donations to the Petersen family to help with expenses. All contributions of prayers, thoughts, well wishes and/or monies are greatly appreciated. Also, these blogs are also contributing posts to help raise awareness and I'd love for you to go check them out as well.
www.fourtoadore.com
www.multiples-mom.com
www.quadsfromheaven.wordpress.com
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
I want you to put yourself in my post now. I want you to read this, and really feel these emotions, because though I would never want anyone to have to experience this, I want everyone to feel it. Imagine your name is Jen. I want you to picture yourself as a young woman desperately wanting more of a family. Try to imagine that you have endured more than most women to try to conceive this "more". Imagine praying every single day for a year and a half for the same thing. Imagine one day feeling not so well and taking a pregnancy test then waiting two minutes for those lines to change. Imagine how you would feel in those two minutes and the things that would go through your mind. And then you look. It has changed, as will your life forever. It's positive. You're pregnant.
Over the next few days everything seems a blur. You call your doctor, you call your family, you call your friends, you may even call your boss. You schedule appointments, you start making plans, you're excited, you're scared, you're overwhelmed. You're pregnant! You're happy! You go to your first ultrasound and the doctor starts his exam. He confirms there is, in fact, a fetus growing within you. But he keeps going! One, two, three... four. FOUR! Immediately your heart stops. You don't know what to do, you don't know what to say. For so long you've wanted this, you've wanted to see that positive, you've wanted to hear those words "you're pregnant", you've wanted "more", but this! FOUR, four is too many, isn't it? That is the question that you'll ask yourself throughout your entire pregnancy, regardless of how long that is.
Most of you know that a full term gestation is 40 weeks long. What you may not know is that should you deliver prematurely, there are different levels of intervention that doctors will perform to sustain the life of your baby, if at all, based on your baby's gestational age. Typically for most facilities the gestation they will offer intervention is 24 or 25 weeks, but you can request it before then if you so desire. They are sure to explain the incredible risks and daunting statistics in gruesome detail, of applying such measures to an infant of such prematurity. So much so that almost no mother would wish such horror and discomfort upon their precious baby and decide to elect for no life sustaining measures before that point. Some mothers can't imagine life without their child, and despite the attempts of medical professionals to literally scare the life out of them, they want to do everything possible to save their child's life. You are not to judge another human being for either decision. Ever. Their decision is always the right one. Always.
Now, back to being Jen.
Over the next few weeks you come to terms with the idea of having quadruplets. You set your mind to the fact that everything will be hard. Life is hard with a new baby, no matter how many. It's going to be an adjustment, a learning experience for sure, but more than worth it. You prepare your home, your family, your friends, yourself and anything else you can get ready for the arrival of four new lives. You're getting ready and then everything stops, again. Something is wrong. You're at a regular appointment to check on your babies and they tell you that at 17 weeks your cervix is shortening and you're having contractions. 17 weeks. Less than halfway. Less than 25 weeks. Less than ready. Your head is spinning, your heart is racing, you don't feel bad, but something is wrong. What do you do? What CAN you do? Then your doctor offers you an option. A tiny ray of light in infinite darkness. A sliver of hope when you thought there was none. There is a procedure they can do to help your body keep the babies in called a cerclage. They put a stitch in your cervix to help it stay closed. There is risk of infection for you, and a small risk they could rupture the water sac of one of the babies, but the benefits far outweigh the risks and you don't hesitate to say yes. They schedule your procedure and on you undergo surgery at barely more than 17 weeks pregnant to secure your babies' home in your womb for at least 7 more weeks. You wake up, scared and groggy, but need to
know, did it work? Yes! Your procedure was successful! You're still pregnant and your babies are fine! God is so good!
Two weeks later your world comes crashing down again. You are admitted to the hospital, this time for the duration of your pregnancy. You spend the next week in bed, praying with every spare breath for God to save the lives of your babies. And at 20 weeks, the unthinkable happens. You go into labor and the doctors can't stop it. You deliver your baby girl. 20 weeks. Twenty weeks early. Five weeks before "viability", four weeks before they will even try to save her. She is beautiful and strong and lives for almost two whole hours before she takes her last breath while snuggled in the arms of her daddy.
Devastated doesn't even begin to cover what you're feeling. But, you can't think about that, right now you still have three babies to carry, and you have at least four more weeks to do it. Back to work. All you can do is pray. And pray and pray. Two days after saying goodbye to your beautiful little girl, you are forced to relive that nightmare three more times. Just like before, your labor can't be stopped and your remaining three quadruplets are delivered at just over 20 weeks gestation. Twenty weeks early. Five weeks before viability. Four weeks before... They're gone. Just like that. Gone. Resting in the arms of The Lord. Angels among the Almighty. Just think, for a second, that this is you. Picture yourself in this moment...
Now meet Jen and Chris Petersen. This nightmare I've just written is no journalistic fantasy for them. This is their reality. On March 11, 2014 they delivered their daughter Serenity Brooklyn Monroe Petersen. On March 13th at 11:45pm they delivered Jaxson Joseph, Gianna Charlotte Faith, and Gage Christian Thomas Petersen. They were 20 weeks premature and all four babies passed on to be with The Lord. The Petersen's faith in God has been unwavering and awe inspiring the last few weeks, and I share their story with you to raise awareness of the unimaginable heartache, as well as financial burden they face in losing their children. I need your help. I need you to pray for my friends, I need you to be aware of the losses some people are forced to endure, and I ask you, if you are able, to contribute to their Go Fund Me page to help with anything you can. They have medical and burial expenses that they desperately need help paying, and more heartache than anyone should ever have to witness. Please please pray for them and their angels as well as everyone close to them, and please remember to remember the angels who are no longer with us.
Please visit this http://www.gofundme.com/7jymvo page if you wish to contribute monetary donations to the Petersen family to help with expenses. All contributions of prayers, thoughts, well wishes and/or monies are greatly appreciated. Also, these blogs are also contributing posts to help raise awareness and I'd love for you to go check them out as well.
www.fourtoadore.com
www.multiples-mom.com
www.quadsfromheaven.wordpress.com
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
That Mom
First off, let me apologize for the late post, this week has been beyond crazy!
All of the kids have been feeling badly. All of them. We had been treating their cold symptoms in hopes it would run its course and remove itself from our lives. Well, Friday, Keagan developed a rash that was pretty severe. I gave her some benadryl, put cream on her and put her to bed. Saturday she woke up and still had the rash so I called the pediatrician. He asked me to send him the picture I had taken of her (below), so I did he then called me back and told me to cover her in hydrocortisone cream and moisturizer and call him back with her progress Sunday evening. So, that's what I did. She looked much better Sunday, so that's what I reported. Monday morning when we woke up I called the pediatrician's office to schedule an appointment for her. They saw us Monday afternoon and diagnosed her with Strep. Yay. Knowing that she is a sharer, I figured all of them had to have the same thing, seeing as how they are all sick. So, I scheduled an appointment for all of them on Tuesday. Took them in and had them all swabbed for strep, except Oliver, who has an ear infection and was receiving antibiotics anyway so he didn't have to get swabbed. Neither Jack or Kirian tested positive! Thank you, Lord! She did confirm that everyone was suffering from a cold and some sinus inflammation but told me to keep treating their symptoms. So, there's that. And THAT is what sparked my thoughts on this week's blog. I am THAT MOM.
Now, I know not all of my friends have children. Not all of my friends want children, and some of them, well let's just say they prefer pets. But there are a lot that do, and I hope that you can all appreciate what I'm about to write.
When I chose to have children I had no idea it would be so difficult. It was difficult to conceive, for sure, but the really difficult part was the emotions that are involved. When I say this, I promise I am being very bland. This is not the post I'm going to use to describe all of that. I'll save that one. No, every single part of having children, whether it be one, four or more, is extremely difficult. You're trying to balance being yourself, keeping a home and a husband for that matter, taking care of and teaching a new life, and maintaining relationships you really want to have forever. That last part, for me has been the tricky part. I have some friends who are amazing! Some of them have understood that we can no longer just pick up on a Friday night and meet up for drinks, they understand that we live like recluses during the winter to avoid excessive exposure to germs, they understand that when we ask them to visit that our house is less than clean, they understand what it means to volunteer to watch our kids for a few hours so Chad and I can get things done or have a minute out together. They understand. And those few friends make it a priority to stop over and see us and our kids. They make an effort to invite us to parties and events, even though they know we won't be going, they call or text us on the regular to check in and see how we are doing, they even ask to babysit our kids on occasion to free up some much needed time for us to spend together. But, those are the friends who understand that I am that mom. I am the mom who will ask you if you or anyone you've been in direct contact with has been sick, I am the mom who won't take her kids to the play area in the mall, I am the mom who makes you sanitize/wash your hands upon entering our home, I am the mom who not only dreads a sick child, but FEARS it. I am the mom who won't let her babies grab the books off the shelves at the pediatrician's office, I am the mom who quarantines her kids during RSV season, I am the mom who doesn't like to medicate her kids because they're sick from something that could be completely prevented, I am the mom who doesn't let friends come visit whenever they want during the winter, nor will I let them bring their kids to play if mine are sick and they don't seem to mind that. I am the mom who will leave a perfectly beautiful steak dinner sitting on the table when the sitter calls and says "Your kid just isn't acting right." I AM THAT MOM. I want to be that mom. My children and my husband are the most important things on Earth to me, and it is my job to be that pain in the butt mom who protects them, regardless of who I piss off in the process. It took us a long time, a lot of money, a tremendous amount of time in a hospital, a ton of prayers, a million thank you's and oceans of tears to get these kids here and I'll be darned if I'm going to do anything less than protect them from anything that can harm them. To my friends who have been here for us, for whatever reason, thank you! A million times over, thank you. And to my friends who try to understand, thank you! Simply trying to put yourself in our shoes and not being upset with us when we can't participate like we used to or when we cancel last minute, is just as important. And to our friends who no longer try, who don't want to include us because you "know" the answer, who think we're too busy to even talk to you anymore, thank you too. We still love you, and you're still our friends. We'll find time to hang out soon, but for now, you've opened up a lot of room for the few people who do want to "try" to spend time with us, and who do respect the way we function, the ones who help us, the ones who totally get and don't mind that I'm 'that mom'.
PSA- Vaccinate your kids! Thanks :-)
All of the kids have been feeling badly. All of them. We had been treating their cold symptoms in hopes it would run its course and remove itself from our lives. Well, Friday, Keagan developed a rash that was pretty severe. I gave her some benadryl, put cream on her and put her to bed. Saturday she woke up and still had the rash so I called the pediatrician. He asked me to send him the picture I had taken of her (below), so I did he then called me back and told me to cover her in hydrocortisone cream and moisturizer and call him back with her progress Sunday evening. So, that's what I did. She looked much better Sunday, so that's what I reported. Monday morning when we woke up I called the pediatrician's office to schedule an appointment for her. They saw us Monday afternoon and diagnosed her with Strep. Yay. Knowing that she is a sharer, I figured all of them had to have the same thing, seeing as how they are all sick. So, I scheduled an appointment for all of them on Tuesday. Took them in and had them all swabbed for strep, except Oliver, who has an ear infection and was receiving antibiotics anyway so he didn't have to get swabbed. Neither Jack or Kirian tested positive! Thank you, Lord! She did confirm that everyone was suffering from a cold and some sinus inflammation but told me to keep treating their symptoms. So, there's that. And THAT is what sparked my thoughts on this week's blog. I am THAT MOM.
When I chose to have children I had no idea it would be so difficult. It was difficult to conceive, for sure, but the really difficult part was the emotions that are involved. When I say this, I promise I am being very bland. This is not the post I'm going to use to describe all of that. I'll save that one. No, every single part of having children, whether it be one, four or more, is extremely difficult. You're trying to balance being yourself, keeping a home and a husband for that matter, taking care of and teaching a new life, and maintaining relationships you really want to have forever. That last part, for me has been the tricky part. I have some friends who are amazing! Some of them have understood that we can no longer just pick up on a Friday night and meet up for drinks, they understand that we live like recluses during the winter to avoid excessive exposure to germs, they understand that when we ask them to visit that our house is less than clean, they understand what it means to volunteer to watch our kids for a few hours so Chad and I can get things done or have a minute out together. They understand. And those few friends make it a priority to stop over and see us and our kids. They make an effort to invite us to parties and events, even though they know we won't be going, they call or text us on the regular to check in and see how we are doing, they even ask to babysit our kids on occasion to free up some much needed time for us to spend together. But, those are the friends who understand that I am that mom. I am the mom who will ask you if you or anyone you've been in direct contact with has been sick, I am the mom who won't take her kids to the play area in the mall, I am the mom who makes you sanitize/wash your hands upon entering our home, I am the mom who not only dreads a sick child, but FEARS it. I am the mom who won't let her babies grab the books off the shelves at the pediatrician's office, I am the mom who quarantines her kids during RSV season, I am the mom who doesn't like to medicate her kids because they're sick from something that could be completely prevented, I am the mom who doesn't let friends come visit whenever they want during the winter, nor will I let them bring their kids to play if mine are sick and they don't seem to mind that. I am the mom who will leave a perfectly beautiful steak dinner sitting on the table when the sitter calls and says "Your kid just isn't acting right." I AM THAT MOM. I want to be that mom. My children and my husband are the most important things on Earth to me, and it is my job to be that pain in the butt mom who protects them, regardless of who I piss off in the process. It took us a long time, a lot of money, a tremendous amount of time in a hospital, a ton of prayers, a million thank you's and oceans of tears to get these kids here and I'll be darned if I'm going to do anything less than protect them from anything that can harm them. To my friends who have been here for us, for whatever reason, thank you! A million times over, thank you. And to my friends who try to understand, thank you! Simply trying to put yourself in our shoes and not being upset with us when we can't participate like we used to or when we cancel last minute, is just as important. And to our friends who no longer try, who don't want to include us because you "know" the answer, who think we're too busy to even talk to you anymore, thank you too. We still love you, and you're still our friends. We'll find time to hang out soon, but for now, you've opened up a lot of room for the few people who do want to "try" to spend time with us, and who do respect the way we function, the ones who help us, the ones who totally get and don't mind that I'm 'that mom'.
PSA- Vaccinate your kids! Thanks :-)
Monday, March 3, 2014
223 Times
223 times. That's how many times I heard "Mommy!" in the eight minutes it took me to make four sippy cups of chocolate milk and one cup of hot tea this afternoon. 223, and I only started counting after seeing it wasn't going to stop any time soon.
I'm tired. I'm sick, although nothing major, I still don't feel like doing anything. I'm grumpy. These are all accurate in describing me today, but that last one is where the problem lies. When I'm grumpy, I feel like I'm being a bad mom. Hear me out. When the kids don't feel well, they want to be loved and cuddled and catered to. I don't. They want juice, medicine and Mommy. I don't. They want to snuggle and watch TV. I don't. When I don't feel well, I want to be left alone. I want to wear my pajamas all day, make some hot peppermint tea, curl up on the couch and not do a darn thing. But, most importantly, I want to be left alone. I don't want to cuddle, or have to make lunch or four special snacks, or 16 cups of chocolate milk. I don't want to hear arguments over the TV or toys, or have to separate fighting toddlers. I don't want to have to change diapers or wipe tiny bottoms or empty training potties. I just don't want to. And I'm just whining.
I have kids, who I love and adore and whom I want/have always wanted more than life. I'm a stay at home mom who owns her own business. I have four almost three year olds who I'm potty training. Being "left alone" is not an option, and I know that. Most of the time when I'm not feeling well, I can pacify them long enough to get my crap together and climb out of my grumpy mood. Usually, I can do this without the help of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, or anything/anyone else. Usually some hot tea and a few moments of silence will cover it. Usually I can push through and get things done. Today is not a usual day. I need my Chad. I need my husband, I need the kids' daddy, I need my best friend. I need a minute.
I try to let Chad know how important he is to us, because he is! I try to genuinely welcome him home at the end of his long day because I'm glad he's home and I'm happy to see him, not because I need to bolt or have time away from the kids or because I have tons of things I need to do without a toddler glued to my butt. But because he is great, he is comic relief, he is my right hand, my other half, my breath of fresh air, my adult conversation, my link to the outside world, my "snap out of it", my "I need to talk to someone", truly my very best friend. Today, I just need him here. I just don't feel like I can do this today, alone. 223 times over, I need help. I need his help. I need his hugs, and I need his love for our kids. But, most importantly, I need to not be left alone. Sometimes what we want and what we need are perfect opposites. Hurry home Chad, I need you today, but I want you here, more.
I'm tired. I'm sick, although nothing major, I still don't feel like doing anything. I'm grumpy. These are all accurate in describing me today, but that last one is where the problem lies. When I'm grumpy, I feel like I'm being a bad mom. Hear me out. When the kids don't feel well, they want to be loved and cuddled and catered to. I don't. They want juice, medicine and Mommy. I don't. They want to snuggle and watch TV. I don't. When I don't feel well, I want to be left alone. I want to wear my pajamas all day, make some hot peppermint tea, curl up on the couch and not do a darn thing. But, most importantly, I want to be left alone. I don't want to cuddle, or have to make lunch or four special snacks, or 16 cups of chocolate milk. I don't want to hear arguments over the TV or toys, or have to separate fighting toddlers. I don't want to have to change diapers or wipe tiny bottoms or empty training potties. I just don't want to. And I'm just whining.
I have kids, who I love and adore and whom I want/have always wanted more than life. I'm a stay at home mom who owns her own business. I have four almost three year olds who I'm potty training. Being "left alone" is not an option, and I know that. Most of the time when I'm not feeling well, I can pacify them long enough to get my crap together and climb out of my grumpy mood. Usually, I can do this without the help of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, or anything/anyone else. Usually some hot tea and a few moments of silence will cover it. Usually I can push through and get things done. Today is not a usual day. I need my Chad. I need my husband, I need the kids' daddy, I need my best friend. I need a minute.
I try to let Chad know how important he is to us, because he is! I try to genuinely welcome him home at the end of his long day because I'm glad he's home and I'm happy to see him, not because I need to bolt or have time away from the kids or because I have tons of things I need to do without a toddler glued to my butt. But because he is great, he is comic relief, he is my right hand, my other half, my breath of fresh air, my adult conversation, my link to the outside world, my "snap out of it", my "I need to talk to someone", truly my very best friend. Today, I just need him here. I just don't feel like I can do this today, alone. 223 times over, I need help. I need his help. I need his hugs, and I need his love for our kids. But, most importantly, I need to not be left alone. Sometimes what we want and what we need are perfect opposites. Hurry home Chad, I need you today, but I want you here, more.
Friday, February 21, 2014
FRIDAY FUNNY!!!
Kirian our very spirited quite hilarious 2 and a half year old second born quadruplet (wow that's a mouthful!) Just ran into the kitchen to tell me "Mommy! I want to fly!" Umm, ok honey! " I want to fly like the girls with Captain Hook!" Lol "I'm a princess! That's how I ROLL!!!" Bahahahaha
Kirian our very spirited quite hilarious 2 and a half year old second born quadruplet (wow that's a mouthful!) Just ran into the kitchen to tell me "Mommy! I want to fly!" Umm, ok honey! " I want to fly like the girls with Captain Hook!" Lol "I'm a princess! That's how I ROLL!!!" Bahahahaha
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Inaugural Blogural
Hello there!
This is my very first post in Chillin' with Chad, and I want to welcome you, our readers, as well as tell you a little about us, and why I've started this fun blog. I've never blogged anything before in my life, so please know, I'm learning as I go.
First off, my name is Tonya. I am 30 years old, I am married to one of the most genuinely funny fellas I've ever met, his name is Chad. Hence that catchy title, did ya see what I did there? I can't completely take credit for that though, as it was cleverly thought up by my friend Kimberly as an idea for him to start his own web based collection of thoughts, but the idea behind all of this is completely, originally mine. Chad is a chef, and the love of my life. Together, we have four very unruly two year olds. Yes, I said that. FOUR two year olds. They're pretty amazing, but with a daddy like Chad, I guess it would be hard to be any less. We'll talk more about them later. I've started this blog because I clearly have nothing else to do, wait, scratch that, see three sentences prior. No, I've started this blog as a creative outlet, to show the world (or at least those who'll read this) just how much fun life can be with the Chad, and to share our journey through parenting, cooking, friends, and the life we live. My intention is to blog weekly, but Lord knows I'm a procrastinator, and sometimes I forget to do things all together. Please don't judge, or do, just don't do it publicly. Thanks for reading. I'm going to bed now, but for your viewing pleasure, here are a few pictures :-) I look forward to sharing more with you soon, and giving you some insight on what it's like chillin' with Chad!
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