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Meanwhile, I am here, sharing stories  that are not just my own. They resonate with her, and her and maybe even her. Him too. Our stories are not exactly the same but they are not all that different either.
I realized this back  in 2010 when I began to blog about my infertility.  My “unexplained” infertility (which felt even more puzzling after having our son au naturale in 2007).  I needed a way to share with family and friends. I didn't want to repeat myself.  I learned rather quickly that my  story was like many others.  Infertility treatments didn’t work.
Then they did. Miscarriages. Pregnancies. Babies. Twins. Then life.
And so I wrote about it.  Then I wrote some more.
And now I am sharing, storytelling and connecting women with other women. Because we are all different and yet so similar.
One story at a time.
no more sleeping in: greg gets a job.
my mother's day: a tale from a disillusioned mom
happy family love night
Today is her "Don't underestimate me ever, I survived open heart surgery at two days old and have lived fearlessly ever since"...
Saturday. Two kids with Greg at Oscar's soccer game and two babies with me, hanging out in the NICU. Finally a moment of peace as these...
I am exhausted. More emotionally than from lack of sleep. Just when you think the roller coaster has slowed down and you have conquered...
It had been a beautiful whirlwind these past few days. No, I take that back, these past several months. Tonight, I hold our newborn baby...
well rested. 3:30 am. This morning, I found myself sleeping on the bottom bunk of Oscar’s bed, there to keep him company after he awoke...
we don't do perfect around here.
we don't do perfect around here. It is 1:25 in the afternoon. Ophelia is asleep and I just found Oscar napping on the couch. This kind of...