Hi Everyone:
I'm taking a little vaca from my normally very sarcastic & silly blogging to write a little post about something I've experienced lately. I feel like we all know someone that has had a miscarriage and I think even more people than we think have quietly suffered the loss and not talked about it.
Pretty much, it just plain sucks.
Chris & I were very excited to find out we were pregnant with baby #2 last month and of course a big mouth like me never waits the requisite 12 weeks to tell everyone. I literally was texting 10 minutes after peeing on the stick! With the caveat that "oh I would tell everyone if something happened anyway, so it's cool." Well, something did happen and now bigmouth has to back track and tell everyone that thinks I'm pregnant, that I am not anymore. Mostly just because I'd love to avoid the awkward talk at the playground, when I'm asked how I'm feeling and I have to explain "ohhhh sorry, its totally not a big deal and you didn't know, but....."
I guess my point in writing this is to support other moms & dads that are going through this and let them know that they are not alone! I know it is super common and that it doesn't mean we'll never have a healthy, full-term pregnancy again.....but in this moment it definitely sucks and it is OK to feel those feelings. In my case, it definitely makes it ALOT easier to look at my sweet Ollie's smile and snuggle with him.
Ohhh and you know what is the worst part -- I went to Bermuda for a long weekend last week (kid-free!) and watched my husband sling back amazing looking rum swizzles while I sipped my gingerale & splash of cran with a lime mocktail. What a waste! Haha, I know that is not the worst, but we all need a good laugh at a time like this.
Anyway, I'm fine, feeling good and happy to have this behind us! Hopefully you'll be seeing me sport some big fat shirred side maternity clothes this winter and complaining about swollen ankles! Back on the horse! :)
Thanks guys! Feel free to share with anyone that may benefit from knowing they are not alone!
Love to all. -rory
Monday, September 30, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Did I just go on vacation??
Wait. What just happened? I did pack suitcases, get on a boat, check into a hotel and sleep in a foreign bed. Was I on vacation? Because it definitely felt like I was in a nightmare of sprinting, stressing, high blood pressure inducing and grilled cheese seeking chaos. Otherwise know as a vacation with an 18 month old boy. Otherwise known as NOT A VACATION.
I grew up venturing to Martha's Vineyard with my family, enjoying the beautiful island! So when my husband Chris & I decided to plan a yearly family vaca, I knew that would be the ideal destination. Chris is from New Jersey, so he had never been. I was excited to share all my childhood memories and create some new memories with my little family unit. So, last August, we packed the car and ventured on the boat and headed to Edgartown with a sweet and fat 6 month old boy. He was sooo cute and was so happy to snuggle in our arms as we sat on the front porch of our hotel admiring the beautiful harbor...and enjoying a few vaca cocktails!
Then when we would go out to dinner, Ollie would be more than pleased to sit in the bjorn for the walk to town and enjoyed smiling at everyone that would pass us, as they commented on the cute baby in the popped collar polo! HA! Soooooo, when we decided to make it the annual destination, we asked ourselves: will this year be easier or harder? Annnnnd the answer turned out to be a resounding: WAYY HARDER!
Oliver enjoys running alot. So much so that Chris and I are slightly worried he may have some attention disorder issues- he literally wants to run and climb and jump and touch and destroy all. day. long. And that is just what he did the entire trip. There was really not one tiny bit of relaxation the entire trip; mostly just daily plans of "how are we going to entertain/tire him out today" without the structure, routine and safety of home. Ollie flat out refused to be strapped into his new UppaBaby stroller. He refused to hold our hand when walking. He refused to eat almost every option we presented (unless it was goldfish or granola bar). Finally, the frosting on the cake was the start of full blown back-arching, yelling, red-faced, throwing-his-body-to-the-ground tantrums. Literally for no reason. We, being weak and embarrassed, were willing to indulge him in whatever he desired to end the tantrum...but it turns out that he just desired to exhaust us and make us swear we are never doing this again!!!!
Of course, the Facebook photos I posted of our vaca were perfect. Ollie was smiling, laughing or involved in a fun activity. He had clean, fresh t-shirts on that did not have Mad Martha's ice cream or red sauce from the linguine he threw across the restaurant, smeared on them. He was visiting great destinations and the family shots show a slightly sun burned red(ish)-haired family, blissfully happy. That's the trick of Facebook - essentially it's a total fraud. Little did my family and friends know that we were dying and ready to call MGH and check on their return policy 18 months postpartum.
With all this being said, on our last day we visited this quiet beach in Edgartown, where Ollie made friends with a big yellow lab named Tucker and his little 19 month sweet sidekick. We watched him play in delight, running in and out of the water, throwing the ball and giggling constantly at the "woof woof" that loved him right back. He would come back periodically and check in with mom & dad, sometimes even giving us his signature open mouth kisses. Our hearts swelled and we were so proud to be the parents of this sweet little goose that was entertaining the entire beach. We enjoyed it so much we started planning our third annual Earley family vaca for 2014 (hopefully with a newborn too! Cross your fingers for me!)
And there you have it -- just like giving birth, you forget the intense HELL you experienced and just can't wait to do it again!
Below are some "honest" pics from our vaca.
I grew up venturing to Martha's Vineyard with my family, enjoying the beautiful island! So when my husband Chris & I decided to plan a yearly family vaca, I knew that would be the ideal destination. Chris is from New Jersey, so he had never been. I was excited to share all my childhood memories and create some new memories with my little family unit. So, last August, we packed the car and ventured on the boat and headed to Edgartown with a sweet and fat 6 month old boy. He was sooo cute and was so happy to snuggle in our arms as we sat on the front porch of our hotel admiring the beautiful harbor...and enjoying a few vaca cocktails!
Then when we would go out to dinner, Ollie would be more than pleased to sit in the bjorn for the walk to town and enjoyed smiling at everyone that would pass us, as they commented on the cute baby in the popped collar polo! HA! Soooooo, when we decided to make it the annual destination, we asked ourselves: will this year be easier or harder? Annnnnd the answer turned out to be a resounding: WAYY HARDER!
Oliver enjoys running alot. So much so that Chris and I are slightly worried he may have some attention disorder issues- he literally wants to run and climb and jump and touch and destroy all. day. long. And that is just what he did the entire trip. There was really not one tiny bit of relaxation the entire trip; mostly just daily plans of "how are we going to entertain/tire him out today" without the structure, routine and safety of home. Ollie flat out refused to be strapped into his new UppaBaby stroller. He refused to hold our hand when walking. He refused to eat almost every option we presented (unless it was goldfish or granola bar). Finally, the frosting on the cake was the start of full blown back-arching, yelling, red-faced, throwing-his-body-to-the-ground tantrums. Literally for no reason. We, being weak and embarrassed, were willing to indulge him in whatever he desired to end the tantrum...but it turns out that he just desired to exhaust us and make us swear we are never doing this again!!!!
Of course, the Facebook photos I posted of our vaca were perfect. Ollie was smiling, laughing or involved in a fun activity. He had clean, fresh t-shirts on that did not have Mad Martha's ice cream or red sauce from the linguine he threw across the restaurant, smeared on them. He was visiting great destinations and the family shots show a slightly sun burned red(ish)-haired family, blissfully happy. That's the trick of Facebook - essentially it's a total fraud. Little did my family and friends know that we were dying and ready to call MGH and check on their return policy 18 months postpartum.
With all this being said, on our last day we visited this quiet beach in Edgartown, where Ollie made friends with a big yellow lab named Tucker and his little 19 month sweet sidekick. We watched him play in delight, running in and out of the water, throwing the ball and giggling constantly at the "woof woof" that loved him right back. He would come back periodically and check in with mom & dad, sometimes even giving us his signature open mouth kisses. Our hearts swelled and we were so proud to be the parents of this sweet little goose that was entertaining the entire beach. We enjoyed it so much we started planning our third annual Earley family vaca for 2014 (hopefully with a newborn too! Cross your fingers for me!)
And there you have it -- just like giving birth, you forget the intense HELL you experienced and just can't wait to do it again!
Below are some "honest" pics from our vaca.
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