it's funny how hearing a song takes you back to another time in your life.
a story on GMA this morning talked about abbaworld, this traveling museum of all things abba. hearing "dancing queen" took me back to when i was 3 or 4, playing with my barbies and singing along to my 45. when i was 6, dad gave mom an "abba's greatest hits" album for christmas, but i was the one who played it ad nauseum on my little denim record player. 20 years later, hubby and i saw "mamma mia!" in toronto on our 3rd anniversary. if you want to make a grown woman weep, just do an audience sing-along encore of "dancing queen". if i ever did karaoke, i'd prolly pick "dancing queen" as my song. thinking of this song reminded me of "YMCA" and how the kids at my dad's church taught me the gestures to that song. over 30 years later, i remember.
which got me thinking about other songs i love that i'd sing for karaoke. and the memories that accompany them.
"just a girl" by no doubt. when i first heard that song, i was driving home from harrisburg, after taking the state exam for being a caseworker.
"hand in my pocket" by alanis morrisette. that song transports me instantly to 1996, the summer i worked at c&y.
"one last drink" by enter the haggis. i'm surrounded by food which i can't eat becos i'm sick. it's too hot to be sick to my stomach. it's a month after losing ani. i'm depressed, my hormones are rioting but hubby and i went to ren faire anyway. the energy of the band and the audience cheered me up. this is also the song that i swear will be played at my funeral.
"believe" by cher. i'm 6 months pregnant with the boy, sitting in nosebleed seats at wacovia with mom and grams. 4 generations brought together.
music is power. music is memories.
multiple blessings
another story on GMA this morning talked about women's fertility. apparently 90% of eggs are gone before a woman turns 30 and only have 3% of their eggs by the time they're 40.
by those statistics, the kiddos are true miracles. i had the boy shortly before i turned 30, and the twins when i was 35. considering the fact that the twins were conceived naturally, they are a true miracle according to these stats. i also wonder, if my miscarriage aren't somehow tied into these fertility issues.
we found out about the twins a year ago. have you ever received news that made your stomach feel like it was ripped out, and feel icy chills go down your spine? that's how i felt when i found out i was having twins. we were grateful to just be pregnant, then to find out we were having twins. i thought my doctor was playing a joke on my. this was around the time of the octomom and jon and kate debacle. i kept saying i wasn't having twins, that it was a joke. ultrasounds don't lie. we saw baby a and baby b. whether it was genetic predisposition (my grams had twin aunts) or ovarian luck (i was in the window where multiples occurred naturally) we were blessed.
i remember driving home feeling stunned. fear. worry.
fast forward a year, and the twins are nearly 6 months old. they are healthy, alert, and active. monkey ears is so chill. the pixie is a firecracker.
about a month ago a set of quints was born to a family who go to my hairdresser's church. they were born at 31 weeks, not a bad run for a set of super twins. my hairdresser told me that 50 people signed up to help the family take care of the babies around the clock. they had to buy a bigger house. a bigger vehicle. and a newspaper article provided an address for people to send the family money, diapers or offers for help.
i showed hubby the article. he said "that's nice, but in a way, it's not fair."
i knew what he meant. this couple used fertility drugs to conceive their children, and on finding that they were carrying multiples, refused embryo reduction (can't say i blame them, i couldn't either). our twins were naturally conceived. twins are boring compared to multiples. people aren't exactly clamoring to help take care of them to give us breaks. we got gift cards when they were first born to help with supplies. we went through those within weeks (formula is so expensive. what a crime). we had to buy a van - an expense we hadn't anticipated (i loved my mangemobile and hadn't planned to trade her in, but i had to). our house, which felt big when we first bought it, now bursts at the seams with toys, multiple baby paraphernalia, and love.
i shouldn't complain. we've been blessed with healthy children, and we are grateful for what we have. while taking care of 2 babies at the same time is tough, i can't imagine taking care of 4 or 5 babies. i know my babies' personalities. i can tell my babies apart without having to mark them (yes, a peek in the diaper is easy and it helps that the pixie is a redhead) - they have distinctive looks. i wouldn't trade that for anything.
a story on GMA this morning talked about abbaworld, this traveling museum of all things abba. hearing "dancing queen" took me back to when i was 3 or 4, playing with my barbies and singing along to my 45. when i was 6, dad gave mom an "abba's greatest hits" album for christmas, but i was the one who played it ad nauseum on my little denim record player. 20 years later, hubby and i saw "mamma mia!" in toronto on our 3rd anniversary. if you want to make a grown woman weep, just do an audience sing-along encore of "dancing queen". if i ever did karaoke, i'd prolly pick "dancing queen" as my song. thinking of this song reminded me of "YMCA" and how the kids at my dad's church taught me the gestures to that song. over 30 years later, i remember.
which got me thinking about other songs i love that i'd sing for karaoke. and the memories that accompany them.
"just a girl" by no doubt. when i first heard that song, i was driving home from harrisburg, after taking the state exam for being a caseworker.
"hand in my pocket" by alanis morrisette. that song transports me instantly to 1996, the summer i worked at c&y.
"one last drink" by enter the haggis. i'm surrounded by food which i can't eat becos i'm sick. it's too hot to be sick to my stomach. it's a month after losing ani. i'm depressed, my hormones are rioting but hubby and i went to ren faire anyway. the energy of the band and the audience cheered me up. this is also the song that i swear will be played at my funeral.
"believe" by cher. i'm 6 months pregnant with the boy, sitting in nosebleed seats at wacovia with mom and grams. 4 generations brought together.
music is power. music is memories.
multiple blessings
another story on GMA this morning talked about women's fertility. apparently 90% of eggs are gone before a woman turns 30 and only have 3% of their eggs by the time they're 40.
by those statistics, the kiddos are true miracles. i had the boy shortly before i turned 30, and the twins when i was 35. considering the fact that the twins were conceived naturally, they are a true miracle according to these stats. i also wonder, if my miscarriage aren't somehow tied into these fertility issues.
we found out about the twins a year ago. have you ever received news that made your stomach feel like it was ripped out, and feel icy chills go down your spine? that's how i felt when i found out i was having twins. we were grateful to just be pregnant, then to find out we were having twins. i thought my doctor was playing a joke on my. this was around the time of the octomom and jon and kate debacle. i kept saying i wasn't having twins, that it was a joke. ultrasounds don't lie. we saw baby a and baby b. whether it was genetic predisposition (my grams had twin aunts) or ovarian luck (i was in the window where multiples occurred naturally) we were blessed.
i remember driving home feeling stunned. fear. worry.
fast forward a year, and the twins are nearly 6 months old. they are healthy, alert, and active. monkey ears is so chill. the pixie is a firecracker.
about a month ago a set of quints was born to a family who go to my hairdresser's church. they were born at 31 weeks, not a bad run for a set of super twins. my hairdresser told me that 50 people signed up to help the family take care of the babies around the clock. they had to buy a bigger house. a bigger vehicle. and a newspaper article provided an address for people to send the family money, diapers or offers for help.
i showed hubby the article. he said "that's nice, but in a way, it's not fair."
i knew what he meant. this couple used fertility drugs to conceive their children, and on finding that they were carrying multiples, refused embryo reduction (can't say i blame them, i couldn't either). our twins were naturally conceived. twins are boring compared to multiples. people aren't exactly clamoring to help take care of them to give us breaks. we got gift cards when they were first born to help with supplies. we went through those within weeks (formula is so expensive. what a crime). we had to buy a van - an expense we hadn't anticipated (i loved my mangemobile and hadn't planned to trade her in, but i had to). our house, which felt big when we first bought it, now bursts at the seams with toys, multiple baby paraphernalia, and love.
i shouldn't complain. we've been blessed with healthy children, and we are grateful for what we have. while taking care of 2 babies at the same time is tough, i can't imagine taking care of 4 or 5 babies. i know my babies' personalities. i can tell my babies apart without having to mark them (yes, a peek in the diaper is easy and it helps that the pixie is a redhead) - they have distinctive looks. i wouldn't trade that for anything.
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