How We Make It Through The Day With Very Few Toddler Meltdowns

Let me preface this post by telling you a little bit about myself and my children so that you have a little bit of context. I was a 4th-grade teacher for six years and also have a master’s degree in education. I have always had a deep interest in human behavior and I was on the behavioral team at the school I worked at where we met to discuss behaviors that were being seen in the classrooms. We created strategies for students that needed extra support and worked with their teachers to implement these ideas. I was able to attend the Midwest Symposium for Leadership in Behavior Disorders and learned about complex trauma in childhood, how to build positive student behavior, and much more.

I have a two-year-old and a 9-month-old and I can confidently admit that I am new to all of this! However, through parenting, my background in education, and my ongoing study into how to help my children be the best they can be I feel I can possibly give some value to others. I am a stay-at-home parent and have quite a bit of control of our schedule, home atmosphere, and my children are used to me as a caregiver and disciplinarian. I recognize that this routine and consistency help, and that not all families will have this. I still believe the following tips can be helpful for anyone!

Another disclaimer: toddler meltdowns are normal and are not the determining factor of a good/bad child or a good/bad parent. They cannot be eradicated altogether because developmentally, young children don’t know how else to express their anger, dislike, sadness, frustration, etc.

Basically, I could make this post 95% shorter by telling you to have plenty of snacks on hand, go outside once a day, and get earplugs for the hard days. But, here are some other, more meaningful tips too.

Prioritize Naps and Implement Rest Times
The name of this tip is a bit self-explanatory so I won’t comment on it much. My daughters both take a 2.5-3 hour nap during the afternoon. Even if I notice that my two-year-old isn’t giving me the normal “sleepy cues”, I still lay her down for a nap because otherwise, she will start to become harder to parent. When we have traveled and they miss a nap or go to sleep at a later time, it’s always evident that night or even into the next day that they were off of their routine. 

My two-year-old doesn’t take two naps anymore, but she still needs some time in the late afternoon that has reduced stimulation because I find she begins to get cranky otherwise. This may mean we lay on the couch and read a book with no TV on and no lights on (we have amazing huge windows in our living room that bring in wonderful light!), or we sit on the deck in the sunshine with a snack and talk with the dog. But, this little rest time helps to recharge her for the last couple of hours before bed.

Give Children a “Heads Up”
A lot of things are amplified in a child’s mind. Having to go to bed after playing with their toys is probably the equivalent of an adult at a theme park riding rides and then suddenly being thrown onto their bed in a dark room at Disney World. 

In my classroom, I was always giving my students a “heads up”. You have 10 more minutes to be on the computer game. We need to start cleaning up in 5 minutes. Let’s start a countdown for Christmas Break. If we get things cleaned up in 2 minutes, we can go outside early. 

I began doing this with my oldest daughter very early, even before she was able to understand or communicate back. I let her know when it’s almost nap time. (“After lunch, we’re going to go lay down for a nap.”). I let her know when we’re 30, 20, 10 minutes away from leaving the house (“We’re going to go bye-bye to the store soon. What shoes do you want to wear?”). I tell her that after dinner, we’re going to get ready for bed (“Let’s go get your pajamas on! We’re going to go to bed soon.”). 

Giving this heads up has allowed me to communicate with my toddler that something is about to happen, play is going to end, bath time is almost over, bedtime is drawing near, etc. It’s these little reminders that are helping her to slowly begin preparing herself for a change. She may still not like it but at least she saw it coming!

Have Desirable Replacement Items or Activities Available
This is kind of part two to my number two tip. If you know your child throws a fit when you take something away or remove them from a space they love, replace it with something else they enjoy. Here are some examples:

My daughter LOVES going outside to walk in our yard. Saying hi to the dogs, jumping on the trampoline, throwing rocks into our little pond, swinging. She could do it for hours. So, I’ve made it to where we go outside and then always come inside for a snack. Replacing something she loves with something else she loves. One day I made a little chant to get her ready to come inside (after giving her the “heads up”). Together, we chanted, “Inside! Wash! Snacks!”. Now, she’ll start chanting that after I tell her when we need to go inside when otherwise I’d have to carry her in, kicking and screaming.

Bedtime can be a struggle some nights, but it’s because the fun should never have to end! My daughter absolutely loves books so I got some of these mini flashlights. On hard nights, I will let her choose a book to bring into bed with her and she gets a flashlight to “read” in bed. They don’t put off a lot of light and she has to be pushing the button to keep it on. So, inevitably, she falls asleep in a couple of minutes and the light goes off automatically. 

My daughter doesn’t love brushing her teeth, but she loves to mess with the light switch. So, I sit her on the counter and she plays with the light switch while I quickly brush her teeth. The flashlight also came in handy for this, too, when one day we turned out all the lights and used the flashlight to see her teeth. It was a huge hit!

 Make a list of things your child loves – activities and tangible items. When one thing needs to be taken away/ended and it would normally cause a tantrum, what else from the list can you exchange it with? 

Fill Up Love Tanks and Maintain Connection
Just because you’re their parent doesn’t give you an easy access pass to be the hero in your child’s life.

You still have to work for that title and earn it. In order for them to behave desirably in your eyes, you have to model it and give one of the most valuable, non-renewable resources you have: your TIME.

You’ll either spend time when they’re little to be intentional in teaching the most meaningful life lessons, OR you’ll spend time when they’re older trying to un-do the behaviors you dislike.

Either way, you’re spending the time. Personally, I’d rather use that time to be proactive.

Acknowledge They Are Human, Too
We’re adults and we know how life works. We know we have things to do that we don’t want to do and we have the maturity and understanding to handle that.

Young children just don’t. They want to show independence. They have zero to little patience. They have hard, stressful days even if it seems silly to be “stressed” about a baby doll missing her binky or a beloved bracelet that broke even though you have one that looks the exact same to replace it with. They don’t understand why you’re dropping them off at a strange place and leaving them with strangers. They can’t be reasoned with when it’s their nap time but you want to go out to dinner and have them sit quietly.

Give them grace, and give yourself grace for trying to learn how to parent these special people.

These small adjustments are not meant to cater to our kids. Some might say this is a way to spoil a child, not let them learn the hard way, they need to get used to not having things their way. Ultimately, God is using parents as the potters of the clay he’s handed us. We’re all just doing the best we can, right?

Nora’s Birth Story

If you’re familiar with the labor of my first daughter, you’ll probably find that this birth story is much shorter and, possibly, more “boring” than that one. That is something that I am SO okay with! 

Tuesday, September 8th: Appointment with my midwife, 39 weeks: 1.5 centimeters dilated and 50% effaced

Monday, September 14th: I woke up to contractions starting around 5:30 in the morning. They were manageable, but I got out my phone and began tracking them on an app anyway. They were consistently 5 minutes apart so I was pretty sure this was going to be THE day! I decided to get up around 7:00 and shower. 

At 10:00 AM I had an appointment with my midwife that had already been scheduled since I was now 40 weeks. At the appointment, I was dilated to a 5 and 50-75% effaced! This was super exciting for me since my first labor was incredibly long (I labored at home for 5 hours after my water broke, went to the hospital and was just dilated to 1, and then labored for another 30 hours). 

My midwife suggested that we get some lunch and walk around until my contractions were more unbearable. This was a time that I had been dreading my whole pregnancy. Usually laboring naturally isn’t very glamorous, and it’s really beneficial to be in a comfortable space. We were living with my parents at the time so I really felt like I didn’t have a good place to labor. Before heading to their house, we stopped by Walmart to get hospital snacks and I wanted Nick to get a towel just in case my water broke before we got to the house. I did NOT want to be without a towel and have to clean our van later. We also grabbed lunch at Jersey Mike’s Subs, a smoothie for me at Einstein Brothers, and then we went to a park to eat and walk. We walked a lap around the park and I was tired of people looking at us funny and having to stifle my groans when a contraction came along so we left around 12:30 PM to head to my parent’s house that was across town.

We weren’t at their house long because again, it just wasn’t a comfortable place to labor for me. I called to let my midwife know that we were headed to the hospital. I checked into triage around 2:00 and at this point, I was 6 centimeters dilated! I was moved to the delivery room fairly quickly. The picture below shows my pain and frustration with how many times it took for an IV to be put into my arm, while also being incredibly uncomfortable having to lay in the hospital bed while having contractions between the needle sticks. This is something I really hate about a medicated birth. 

After having my first daughter in April 2019 (16 months earlier) I hemorrhaged. I was told that this was likely to happen again so I had been contemplating whether or not to get an epidural or to go without. As much as I wanted to have a natural birth, and as doable as it seemed since I was already dilated to a 6 just a few hours in, I just really couldn’t imagine the excruciating pain I would be in if I hemorrhaged again. I remember the doctor and nurses rushing in and how much my body was being jerked around by multiple people who were trying to stop the bleeding. I really worried that if I had a natural birth with Nora that it would be incredibly traumatizing to experience that without any pain medication. I chose to get an epidural and it was administered at 2:41 PM. By 4:11 I was 8cm dilated and 90% effaced. At this time my water was still intact so my midwife broke that to move things along. I was also so glad that I still hadn’t needed any Pitocin while having the epidural and that my body was doing what it was supposed to do to help move things along quickly unlike my first labor. 

During this time I tried to rest and Nick and I watched Impractical Jokers on the small hospital room TV. I moved as needed to help get Nora into the best position, drank a lot of juice to keep my blood sugars high enough, and texted friends and family.  

At 5:30 I was 9cm and by 8:30 pm they started a very low dose Pitocin so that my contractions were more consistent and I could start pushing soon. I pushed for two hours with Emery so I was determined to beat that time! At 9:00 everything was ready to go and I began pushing. Right before she came out it was discovered that the cord was wrapped around her neck. Thankfully, little Nora was born shortly after at 9:21 pm! 

Unfortunately, after she was out I did hemorrhage again. Even though I had an idea that it may happen it didn’t make it any easier, and this time around was worse than the first time. I lost more blood and I had terrible postpartum shaking. The combination of how bad I was shaking and how vigorously the doctor was “massaging” my stomach caused me to become extremely nauseous and I started throwing up. It felt like this went on forever and it was the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. Nick was standing next to me holding Nora while trying to also hold my puke bucket and console me. 

I remember glancing around the room and seeing a pile of blood-soaked cloths on the floor. Sometime in the midst of all of this, Nick cut the umbilical cord (delayed cord clamping!), and Nora had some fluid that she aspirated that needed to be sucked out. She weighed in at 8 pounds, 14.5 ounces and they rounded that to 15 ounces which was kind of cool because Emery also weighed 8 pounds, 15 ounces! 

Everyone in the room did a great job to take care of me and Nora. After all of the commotion, we were able to breastfeed for the first time at 10:15 and it went SO well! I was incredibly happy to finally have that time with my baby after basically losing the first hour after birth to trying to stop my bleeding. We were able to head to the postpartum room at 12:30 AM. Nick grabbed us some dry sandwiches from the hospital hospitality room and then we were finally able to go to sleep after a long day! 

Camper Life: 3 Months In

We have been living in Iowa now for three whole months! To be honest, it has felt like a really long three months with the COVID-19 pandemic, the racial divide in our country and the riots, everything with the election and the media, downsizing our lives, moving states, and being pregnant.

There have been many times I have wanted to be done with living in the camper (and that’s not good considering that we are only three months in and still have at least a year left). As we drove back from our anniversary trip in Wisconsin I had this overwhelming feeling of homesickness. Usually when coming home from a vacation you’re eager to get back. With the exception of seeing my daughter, I didn’t feel like I was going “home”. Maybe that’s normal when you move, but for a week or two I was desperately missing my hometown, friends, and having a house with more space.

I miss a lot of things like a big couch, a kitchen to easily cook things in and more counter space, a bathroom that two people can fit in, a king-sized bed, having the cat litter box in the garage, having a dining room where fitting a high chair isn’t an issue, and I especially miss a room for my baby. Oh, and a Target nearby, good coffee, and a decent sandwich shop.

I’m learning that the tension I’m feeling isn’t always because of the camper and sometimes mothering a (sweet and sassy) toddler would be difficult no matter where I am living. As my due date draws closer I also have some anxiousness about how life will be like with two babies under two years old and living in a tiny space.

Then I remember my WHY and I’m okay again (but I often have to remind myself because I am still human). My home is where my husband and daughter are. We didn’t do this because it would be easy or comfortable. We have a plan and I can visually see on paper when we’ll be able to have a “home” again. My daughters won’t remember living in a small space and how little of toys they had to play with, but they will remember being loved so much and getting so much time with their parents and grandparents. We are so blessed to get this “restart” and to set our family up for success for the future!

This is what you’ll see when you open the camper door. We have a mini sectional, rocker/recliner, and a small dining area.
This is the view of the camper from the bedroom door. It is 31 feet long.
Next to the slideout/dining area is where we keep this cart that holds Emery’s toys. We also have the hanging storage from the bathroom door and that houses diapers, wipes, and other baby things.
This is the closet. We keep cleaning supplies on the top shelf. In the “dresser” is where Emery’s clothes are (and some of mine).
These are the bunk beds. Emery sleeps on the top with a durable baby gate that also blocks out light.
Our bathroom is small but functional! We have only what we need in it and no longer have a drawer of 3-year-old beauty products that I rarely use! There is a vent on the roof that circulates air and the shower doubles as a tub for bathtime (for Emery. Only a kid could fit.)
View of the whole camper from the bathroom/bunk bed area.
This is our queen-sized bed that lifts up and has storage underneath. Our “closets” are above the bed. We also have a TV in the room that can swivel out into the main area as well.
The cat enjoys laying in the bottom bunk next to the window.
This is the kitchen area. To the right of the refrigerator are cabinets that we use for our pantry. We keep pots, pans, and a trash can under the sink area and put our dishes in the cabinet to the left of the sink.

 

Big Changes: Surprise Baby!

I’ve always wanted our kids to be close in age and when Emery was born I was thinking that I’d love to have another baby after she turned two years old. It seemed like a good time frame to really enjoy her and prepare for another newborn. However, during those first few weeks with a newborn, I remember asking Nick, “How do people do this more than once?”

On February 9th we were having lunch with some friends after church and they asked us when we planned on having another one. I said my usual spiel and then Nick blurts out, “I think she’s already pregnant!” His reasoning was because I was mildly moody and tired a lot lately, but since I plan out so much of my life (and this wasn’t in my plan) I knew there was no way I could be pregnant. This was all despite the fact that with my first two pregnancies we got pregnant VERY easily (Nick is quite proud of this).

We talked about the RV for the first time that night and we were ready to really explore this idea seriously. The next day I took a test just to be sure. To my utter shock, it was positive. Every pregnancy test I’ve taken I’ve desperately wanted it to be positive. So, it was a very different experience this time. Going from thankful, to shocked, indifferent, and to crying because I really wasn’t ready to be pregnant again or go through labor again so soon, haha!

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I was terrified to tell Nick because it was my idea to do the Natural Family Planning method. So, I worried that he would be disappointed in me for unintentionally derailing our plans. I cried because I felt I should be overjoyed. There are so many women who are pleading to God each month for a positive test. I cried because my baby girl who was 9 months was going to be a “big” sister and how do I give her what she needs from me while being super pregnant and then while having a newborn? I cried because we had just talked about living in an RV and how in the world do we do that with a 17-month-old and a newborn? We’ll be going from a king-size bed to a queen (I know. First world problems. But my pregnancy pillow took up half our bed now. How do we downsize that?) My babies won’t have a normal crib or nursery to sleep in or mounds of toys to play with.

I also did NOT want to have a baby in Iowa. I was worried about going through the postpartum time in a small camper, without my support systems close by. Let’s just say the bathroom is small and those extra huge panties you wear postpartum will barely fit. I worried about having a newborn crying in the night with my toddler in such close proximity. How will we all sleep?

These questions still aren’t answered, but I’m asking them “out loud” so that you get a small picture of what we’re trying to figure out. I’ve also had so many mothers tell me that their children who are close in age is the best thing ever. Ultimately, I’m so thankful for this pregnancy and this sweet little baby (Nick said to Emery, “Someone else is in your room!”).

Big Changes: Hello Small Town

The incredible support that we’ve received regarding selling our house and moving into an RV has been nothing short of amazing. We’ve made huge, life-changing decisions in less than a month and sometimes I’ve thought that we’re crazy, so the fact that no one is in agreement with that really puts my mind at ease. We began talking about buying an RV on February 9th and as of today, March 4th, we are under contract with our house, have purchased the RV, and have a date for our huge garage sale. There are still several puzzle pieces that are waiting to find their places but for the first time in a really long time, my hands are off of this situation and Jesus has literally taken ALL the wheels!

Many people assumed that when I said we were moving into an RV and “living small” that it meant we would be starting adventures traveling the country and visiting RV parks all over. As wonderful as that would be, it would defeat the entire purpose of us selling our home and most of our belongings to free ourselves from debt and save money. Most RV parks are around $500 or more per month to stay (still cheaper than a mortgage I suppose!) but that doesn’t include the gas money to get to where you’re going plus other travel expenses that arise. Not to mention we have two German Shepherds that I can’t imagine staying at an RV park with long term. Additionally, my husband’s job requires him to work in a brick and mortar office with hard-wired internet. So, although he works from home, it’s not as remote as people may think.

Our conclusion? Family. My husband’s mom and stepdad live on beautiful acreage in Iowa and they are so gracious to allow us to come and be their neighbors. It checks all the boxes of the things that we need: our dogs will be living their best life, Nick will work inside of their home, there is a perfect place for the RV to be parked and hooked up, a place to do laundry right next to us, no costly monthly fees like an RV park, and we will also have an area to store our belongings that we want to keep for a future home or things that just won’t fit in the RV. I also like to think there might be a mutual benefit here, too, with some extra grandbaby cuddles for them!

Despite all of the perfect things about this move and this beautifully perfect location, it doesn’t make it easy. We will be in southern Iowa, about five hours from where home is now, Springfield, Missouri. It is a small town and I am not a small-town girl. I say that because I thrive off of community like my friendships and our church. I also love being near fun events in the city, having restaurants to choose from, and getting a really good latte. You won’t find that in Keokuk, IA.

But, when you realize your monthly cost of housing will go from around $1,300 (mortgage, utilities, gas, internet, TV) to around $280 (RV loan payment, RV insurance, and utilities) you make the sacrifices for the time being and for the future of your family. We are so incredibly thankful for this opportunity to set our family up for success, whatever that may look like when this season is over.

We also have plans to travel back home monthly to get those lattes and most importantly, to see our friends and family in the Springfield area. I keep saying, “We’ll make it work.” but I realize that sounds a little less than enthusiastic. Since everything has moved so fast, I’m still processing everything and I know it won’t truly set in until we’re on the road to Iowa with our new house in my rearview mirror. I plan to document our journey all along the way because that will bring me some of that community even though it will be online rather than in person. Keep following along for part three for one more change happening for us that we want to share!

Big Changes: We’re Moving!

We have some big news and I have grappled with mixed feelings regarding it for weeks. It would be a lot to read in one blog post so I plan to split it up into three. So, for part one of the trilogy:

WE’RE MOVING! 

Lots of people move. It’s usually a part of life. But this kind of move is different because it’s a bit radical and a lot out of my comfort zone. It’s completely out of the ordinary for what the majority of society would deem “normal,” and it’s also a move out of necessity and not out of excitement (okay, maybe a little excitement has started to form!). Simply stated: we’re not moving into a new house.

We live in a state with a low cost of living (Missouri). This is fantastic while you’re living here, but not so great if you ever want to move because moving means you will probably have to downsize your home if you haven’t planned well. As we looked into moving to a different state for my husband’s job (Texas) we began to realize that we would be downsizing tremendously and we would be in a not so fun financial situation. No fun money. No vacations. And definitely no home with a basement and big yard. We would basically be living paycheck to paycheck just to pay for our housing. The next reality check to our dreams was the fact that I resigned from my full-time job of teaching so that I could be a work from home mom. I haven’t recouped that monthly deficit that we lost. Then, add in our past decisions with money that has left us with some debt and you have a really bad equation that equals YOU’RE STUCK and you’re never moving and your dreams are crushed. That’s how it felt.

I have loved our home but really wanted to one day, sooner than later, live in a bigger home with a huge yard, a real laundry room, a basement, and of course the most beautiful kitchen. But, when you’re stuck financially– in debt and living on one income, it’s really hard to get out quickly and patience has never been a virtue of mine.

We have options. I could put my baby in daycare and go to work outside the home full time. Nick could get a second, third, fourth job. But saying yes to options such as those meant saying no to our family, and that wasn’t something we were willing to compromise on. So we started thinking a bit more out of the ordinary.

We have some friends who have been renovating a travel trailer/RV/camper and I was the one who brought the idea up to Nick at first. I was so ready to be free from the chains of debt that I wasn’t really thinking about all the implications of something like moving into an RV. Nick loved the idea and started his research and ran with it as I was wondering what I had created, ha! We made the decision to just DO IT. If we thought about it too much we would think of every negative thing to talk ourselves out of it. We went to see the RV in person and I started making lists of things we would sell and things we would put in storage. 

Going from wanting to move into a larger home and then ending up with moving into an RV was going from one extreme to another. Our plans turned a complete 180 within mere weeks! 

We did the math estimations and we’ll pay off our debt, the trailer, and begin a nice savings for a future home and other plans within around 15 months of living in the RV (thanks, also, to the sale of our house). This is one-fourth the time it would take us if we continued living in our current home, trying to pay our bills as is, and get out of debt. I have grappled with feelings like: what will people think? Are we failures? Will I regret this immediately? Will my baby have everything she needs to thrive in such a small space? I have already mourned the loss of our “stuff” and have worried about downsizing to such a small space. 

Thanks to our friends, Dan and Sam, the RV is gorgeous and we’ll still be living in style. The RV has been transformed to a “farmhouse on wheels” with modern touches and everything we’ll need to still live comfortably. We’ll be going from our 20-year-old home to a completely renovated “new” space! Enjoy some pictures below of our new home and stay tuned for parts two and three of our new journey ahead that will include some more exciting details!

I’m Not Sorry For Being a New Mom

I’ve heard it many times – “Oh, this is your first one. You won’t be like that with the next one.”

There are blog posts titled What Not to Worry About as a First Time Mom, and there are well-meaning people on social media reminding you that the things you’re worried about now aren’t worth your time when you have more than one kid.

Eye rolls and body language insinuate that you’re overreacting or being silly when you express concern, an opinion, or a family value in this season of your parenting (wait, I think that happens to moms of multiple kids too, ha!). I often find myself prefacing my statements or questions with, “I’m sorry, but I’m a first-time mom and I’m wondering ____.”

Honestly, women, in general, have a really bad habit of apologizing for things that aren’t warranted an apology but that’s a whole other topic for another day.

I know it’s funny that I, a first-time mother, would be writing such a blog post. Maybe one day when I’m knee-deep in multiple kids eating off of the crusty floor I will look back and think it was pointless to write on this topic. However, I’m not there yet and I want to encourage other first time mothers that you don’t have to be either.

I am the one who carried my baby in my womb for nine months. I am the one who was constantly checking the apps on my phone (three to be exact) to see what my baby was growing that week, what kind of food her body size was equivalent to, and worrying if my caffeine intake was going to be too much for that day. I was the one who did the research on when and what to feed her and what to do if she gets sick. I was the one who labored for thirty-six long hours and heard her first cry. I am the one who has nourished her tiny body for over five months with my own body and will continue to do so. I am the one who knows her the very best and who loves her the very most.

There are times when I do have questions and I truly value wisdom from more experienced mothers. Just like I would ask a couple who has been successfully married for many years for advice on marriage. I love the community of mothers that I get to be a part of on social media pages, at church, and with my friends. But, I will no longer apologize for being a first-time mom, and I don’t think anyone should joke about the choices of a new mother just because they are “new”. Maybe this all comes down to the dreaded “mom shaming” that we hear about so often, but I feel this can be especially hard for mothers of one baby.

Obviously, if a mother is struggling I think it’s completely warranted to let her know everything will be okay. I guess I am just wanting to convey that it gets kind of old hearing, “Just wait until your second. You won’t care.” As if having a second child will make me more lenient on certain things like wanting to clean a toy, not feeding my baby before six months, being cautious with germs, or simply wanting to contact the nurse on call when my baby is sick (thank goodness I haven’t had to do this yet!) So many times I’ve just wanted to say, “Just let me be a new mom. Let me learn the way that I need to. I want to be cautious with this. Not because I’m new to mothering, but because I’m her mother.”

I also don’t want to encourage something such as worrying. That’s not biblical, healthy, or needed. But I do want to encourage you to encourage new mothers differently. Don’t just assume that they are over-reacting or allowing undue stress because it is their first baby. Mothers, don’t stifle your intuition or your nurturing nature because a book tells you otherwise or because some mother with 4 kids told you, “It’s no big deal.” We’re all doing the very best we can, so laughing at a new mom because she’s a new mom is degrading and hurtful. Instead, ask her if she needs your help. Ask her if she would like your thoughts. Ask her how she is doing. But, don’t make her feel less than because she is less experienced than you.

 

Photo Cred | Brooke Nicole Photography

Our Miscarriage, Part Two

Before reading this post, make sure you have first read Part One! This writing is an excerpt from my online journal that I wrote in May of 2018 during my time of miscarrying our first baby. The below was written on May 25, 2018.


It’s quite odd how I grapple with wanting this “experience” (for the lack of a better term) to pass quickly some days and yet other days my heart still lingers in the past as if it would bring me closer to my baby. Sometimes it feels as though I am abandoning him/her when I try to “move on” by praying the sadness away or having hope for the future.

In April I was told that my body would naturally pass the baby within 30 days. It was Friday, May 11th and our baby had been gone for approximately a month with no sign of it naturally passing yet. I talked with the midwife, Carla, to get the details on getting a medication to basically be induced. I called her while at work to ask if I could get the prescription for it. Honestly, as much as I missed our baby I was also ready to move forward. Waking up every day wondering if this would be the day he/she would pass was agonizing. I was scared I would start bleeding at school in the last week with my students and I didn’t want that to happen.

It was also on this day, Friday, that Nick and I visited my friend Brittany in the hospital. She is battling Stage IV cancer. I told her that losing a baby seemed trivial compared to the pain she’s been enduring with cancer. She assured me it wasn’t. She was one of the very first people I told I was pregnant. As I sat on her bed she held my hands and cried with me for the loss of our baby. Reflecting on this moment helps me realize that we don’t have to tell ourselves that someone else has it worse to try and minimize our pain. We can feel sadness and our mourning is warranted even if it’s not as bad as it could be.

I picked up the medication after my niece and nephew’s birthday party on Saturday the 12th. It’s a lonely feeling when you have something so awful happening in your life and everyone around you thinks that you’re okay. When I stopped at Walgreens the worker in the drive-through asked me if I was pregnant. I’m sure that was just protocol because the medication I was prescribed was one that could terminate a pregnancy. I remember answering “no” in tears.

I got mentally prepared, had some snacks nearby, put on a good show, and I took the medication at 2:45PM. I laid down on the couch, waiting for the contraction-like cramping to start. I slept for a little bit. My discomfort woke me up an hour later, about 10 minutes before Nick got off work. He got the heating pad turned on for me and we watched Parks and Rec and waited. I began to get really uncomfortable pains but I had already had all the Tylenol and Advil I could take until 9PM.

Nick left to go to the store to get chocolate milk, fruit, and Powerade.

I started to get really uncomfortable around 8:30PM and moved into the bedroom. I began having painful contractions around 8:45 and took more Advil. It was similar to labor, I’d imagine, but with no prize at the end. Tears of sadness and physical pain. My contractions got incredibly painful and closer and closer together. Nick was amazing. He text my family about trying to get more pain meds and my sister was on her way with some Oxycodone from a previous surgery of hers. Right before Jill arrived, around 10:15PM, I felt the “gush” that I was told would happen. The baby was passing, and my physical pain left. I placed my baby in a Tupperware container that I had sitting in the bathroom. I could not make out any features, but it was my baby.

Nick and I were hungry so shortly after Jill left we went to Taco Bell.  I remember being worried that I would bleed on the car seat so I brought a towel to sit on. We ate dinner in bed and before going to sleep, Nick left the room and went into his office. I didn’t think much of it, but when he returned he had something in his hand. It was a Mother’s Day gift for me. It was officially Mother’s Day, after midnight on Sunday, and I had just lost my baby. He gifted me the sweetest book, about a grieving mother’s heart, and a necklace that had our baby’s birthstone, a heart with baby feet, and an angel wing. We laid and cried together. It was good for me in that moment to see my husband mourn like I had been mourning every night for nearly a month. There were many times I felt alone in my pain, and I was comforted in this moment knowing he had wanted this baby too. He said it had been hard for him to be strong, and we were both so worn out and worn down from weeks of trying to “be strong”.  He also expressed that he finally was crying about not having a baby and letting go of his future (for a little while longer at least) of being a dad.

I remember Sunday being a good day. Just relaxing with Nick since he took off work to spend time together. I remember the next few days at work, however, being really hard. I cried, was easily annoyed, tired, and mad. With it being the last week of school everyone had feelings of excitement and stress, and here I was also having memories of laboring on my weekend and giving birth to my deceased baby.  It was a terrible feeling of loss. Not to mention I was bleeding a lot for nearly two weeks and had that as a constant reminder of what my body was still going through- removing the last remnants of my pregnancy.

For weeks I was focused on the fear of passing my baby. Now I face the fear of having another pregnancy. Was this a “fluke” or will I have trouble carrying another baby?

And still… He is good.

Helpful worship songs I’m listening to during this time:

Take Courage – Kristene DiMarco

I Am No Victim – Kristene DiMarco

Seasons – Hillsong Worship

 

Our Miscarriage, Part One

I have felt a strong desire to share my personal walk through miscarriage. I think I’ve felt this way mostly because I was constantly looking for blogs and websites for someone to relate to, and my hope is that I can be that for someone else.

It was April of 2018 and my husband and I learned that I would be losing our baby. My emotions at the time were ever-changing and I wasn’t sure how to express the magnitude of my grief so my writing about them happened in private. Writing helped me cope and now I am ready to share. Below you will find my journal entry that was written on May 6, 2018.


It was March 13, 2018, when I had a positive pregnancy test. More than one, actually. I was on Spring Break and got my hair done that morning. I had gone to a new hair stylist and of course meeting someone new means that they will inevitably ask you questions regarding if you have children to which I have learned to respond, “No, but hoping to soon!” These kinds of questions would later haunt me.

I hadn’t felt any different and figured I wasn’t pregnant since I didn’t know the first thing about what it would or would not feel like. When Nick and I looked at the test together I was just kind of in shock. Truly, a life dream I thought seemed so unreachable was happening. I had longed for a baby for so long and desired that Nick would want a baby too, and here we were! The next day we went to Target and created a baby registry and I came home and made another one on Amazon. This is something most people would do much later in pregnancy and here I was doing it at 6 weeks. I began researching everything I needed to know about natural birth and we chose to establish care at a birth center near where we live. Within a few days, we set up a time to tour the facility. They checked my progesterone and it was somewhat low, so I got on a cream and then an oral supplement a little later. I was nervous that low progesterone would be the demise of my pregnancy, but everything turned around and was looking good! I was craving a lot of spicy chicken and pickles.

We told my family the week before Easter at my parent’s house after an Easter egg hunt.  We shared it with Nick’s family at breakfast in Columbia. Honestly, this entire time of pregnancy was so incredibly joy-filled. We had gathered some things from my sister for the baby, and my mom got us a glider rocking chair for the nursery. We took pictures with a great photographer friend that we’d later use as our announcement to everyone. Each week we’d chat about the developments of Bacon Bit, and I was enthralled with what was happening in my body. It was all so exciting and surreal. I was so proud of this baby and so excited to be on this journey with Nick. April 25th would be the day we would get to hear the heartbeat, and I would be 11.5 weeks along. The birth center did not do ultrasounds until the anatomy scan at 20 weeks, so we were so excited to at least hear the heartbeat!

The appointment started with me getting blood drawn for a thyroid panel, and then Nick and I went into the room to meet with the midwife. We talked a bit and then the exciting part was going to happen — getting out the doppler to hear our baby’s heartbeat. Being new to this process, I was not sure what to expect. I would think I heard a heartbeat but it was apparently just my stomach making noises. Then there was nothing. She couldn’t find a heartbeat after quite some time and I remember laying there feeling like my baby was still fine, and I told myself not to worry. Nick was recording this on his phone and I watched as he slowly and discreetly put his phone away. Regina (the midwife) said we could get an ultrasound to double check on our baby, or we could wait until our next appointment that would be weeks away and we could try to listen again. We chose to get an ultrasound that day despite the $200 price tag.

The room with the ultrasound was a nice room, unlike a hospital. That made it better I suppose. I laid down on the bed and watched the screen intently. I could see my baby! It was as if seeing my baby meant there would still be life. The technician wasn’t able to find a heartbeat during the ultrasound so he did a transvaginal one. It was at this point I was scared and confused. The room was a sickening kind of quiet. I remember the midwife looking at me and saying something like, “Are you seeing what’s happening here? It looks like your baby passed about a week ago.”

I threw a cloth over my face and began to weep. It was a silent cry. As if the pain overtaking my body would not let a sound come out yet. I never want to relive the feeling I had in that moment. When we decided we’d stop preventing pregnancy I had told Nick that we should start to try soon because sometimes you don’t get pregnant the first time, and sometimes there are miscarriages, etc. Therefore, we needed to start soon if we wanted a baby in the next year or so! Never in a million years did I believe that I would actually have a miscarriage. That was really just part of my plea to talk him in to start trying. So many questions went through my mind. Am I too old, not healthy, did I do something wrong? What does this mean for future pregnancies? The room cleared out and Nick hugged me as I cried. The moments in that room are sickening to think about, but the days after were just as bad. I gathered myself and we went to the room nearby to talk to Regina about what to expect next. I’m actually surprised that I was able to keep it together in that room. Up until this point, I honestly didn’t know what a miscarriage entailed, so I learned about what it would be like to pass the baby. I hadn’t felt any different, and I was disappointed that my baby was gone for a week (or more) and I had no idea. What was I doing when the heart stopped? Was it a boy or a girl? What do we tell people? We snuck out the back door and headed home in tears.

We ate roast that rainy night, and I texted everyone who knew I was pregnant to let them know I would lose the baby. I took off work the next two days, and Nick took off as well. It was a sweet time that we had together to mourn, talk, and try to get things back to normal. To rewrite our story that would not involve a baby in November. The baby items we had already gathered were put away, and all of the apps I had downloaded to track baby’s progress were deleted. I unsubscribed from emails of baby news and eventually threw away the positive pregnancy tests. It was heart-wrenching to put things back to the way they were when my life revolved around the excitement of a baby for (what seemed like) so long.

Usually, when there is a death there is a celebration of life, memories to cherish, and a reason to be so upset. Here I was, absolutely broken to my core and I had only had this baby growing for a few weeks. It was and still is, a pain that’s hard to describe. I had felt robbed of joy. I felt robbed of the excitement for pregnancy and instead, pray I don’t feel utter worry and fear with a future pregnancy. Will I want to check the baby’s developments each week, or will I just worry that the heart will stop? Will I be able to be excited or will I try and ignore it in fear of being hurt again? So many terrible thoughts went through my head. I was so disappointed in myself because I didn’t know who I was at times. I was angry. I was so jealous of friends who had babies. I was sad. A lot.

I cried a lot that first weekend and shared it with everyone on Facebook on Sunday. I got so much response of love and support, and private messages of friends who had also gone through miscarriages and giving me hope for our future child. I remember thinking about the love and excitement we will have for a future baby, but I wanted THIS BABY. The one still inside of me. The one I had loved from the day I knew he or she was growing. The one I would pray for each night and have dreams about. The one who I had picked a crib for, imagined rocking to sleep and taking to Christmas gatherings. The one that would be my early birthday present. It was hard to have hope for the future when it had just been shattered. The thought of trying to move on and work through all of the sadness and loss was overwhelming. Getting through the next day seemed hard enough, let alone the next month.

It’s now May 6th. A week and a half since our appointment, and most likely around 3 weeks since our baby’s heart stopped. I am still waiting for he/she to pass, and I am anxious and worried about that pain — both emotionally and physically. I have decided not to get the procedure to have the baby removed, and instead pass naturally. I am trying to control what I can, but then sometimes the tears or pain start without much warning.

I cried at the dentist the other day (an appointment I should have rescheduled) because it was the first time I was by myself and had a moment with my own thoughts. It was torture having my mouth open and teeth cleaned while also crying. I couldn’t breathe. The hygienist probably thought I was a nut case until I told her what happened. She thought she had hurt me. How do you try and explain to someone (especially a stranger) that you just had a miscarriage? But yet, you haven’t miscarried? That the baby is still inside your womb and you’re just waiting for it to pass?

Here are some things I’ve learned in these (almost) two weeks.

  • I have learned what is appropriate to say and do when someone is grieving, and what is not appropriate. I’ve had some people tell me some really weird things (“Next time you’re pregnant you should probably take off work to not be stressed for your baby.”, “1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriages, so you were just that 1.”, “You’ll be even more fertile after you miscarry!”) Our neighbors left us a care package and I was blown away. My sister unexpectedly brought me lunch to school and we just sat and talked. It’s amazing how much a simple gesture, with a little intentionality, can turn your whole day around. It makes me feel like I have others who are in this with me, and that I’m not alone.
  • I’ve learned my husband is amazing, and so supportive when I’m a wreck. I suppose this has brought us closer together, and I am thankful for that closeness and the transparency I’ve been able to have- that sometimes I am just weak.
  • I’ve also learned about my weakness, and that it’s okay to not be okay. I’ve given myself time to have a pity party, and time to just mourn, especially when I’m alone.
  • I’ve also prayed a lot and felt God’s sweet presence. He has gathered every tear, and trust me — there have been a lot. I am thankful that I feel His closeness, and I do have hope for the future. I pray I see my angel baby in heaven one day, and I pray for the life of our future baby/babies.

Below are the verses I’ve held on to during this time:

“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.” 2 Corinthians 4.18

“I praise God for what he has promised. I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?” Psalm 56.4

“O Lord, hear me as I pray; pay attention to my groaning. listen to my cry for help, my King & my God, for I pray to no one but you. Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to you & wait expectantly.” Psalm 5.1–3

“Praise be to the God & Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we receive from God…” 2 Corinthians 1.3–4

“None shall miscarry or be barren in your land; I will fulfill the number of your days.” Exodus 23.26

“God blesses those who patiently ensure testing and temptation. Afterward, they will receive the crown of life that God has promised those who love him.” James 1.12


My next post occurred on the day I passed our angel baby, a week later. Stay tuned.

Teaching for VIPKID

I have been a teacher in the brick and mortar school for six years. Like any job, teaching has its pros and cons. A huge con of going into a career in education is the pay.  We all know that teachers don’t go into the profession for the huge paychecks, but rather to make an impact and to do what they feel they’ve been called to do. In my time teaching, there were so many of my colleagues that had “side gigs” to make some extra money. This is how I found VIPKID.

If you’ve never heard of such a thing, it is where you can teach children who live in China the English language (and you don’t need to know any Chinese to do it!)! Pretty cool, huh? There are other similar companies who have this same concept and each one varies a little. Since I’ve had so many people interested in teaching for VIPKID, I figured I’d write my list of pros and cons. I have worked for this company since February of 2017 and I have never worked “full time”, so my thoughts may differ from others who have worked longer/more hours.

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First, in order to be eligible to teach for VIPKID you must be a native English speaker, have a bachelors degree, and have experience working with children.

Payment: is paid per class, not per hour. Classes are 25 minutes each and the payment ranges between $7-$9/class, and this will equate to around $16-$22/hour.

  • You get an extra $1 per class for being on time and an extra $1 per class when you teach 45 classes a month (and an extra $0.50 per class when you teach 30 classes a month)

  • You are considered an “independent contractor” so taxes are not taken out of your paychecks so you would want to plan for that. This, obviously, makes the hourly wage listed above seem a bit less. It is advised to put 20-30% of your paychecks into a savings account so that you’re ready to pay when tax season rolls around.

Students: The kids range in age from 3 years to 15 or so. You teach just one student at a time (this is a huge perk to VIPKID in my opinion). The parents pay big money for these classes for their child(ren)!

Classes: There is generally no planning or prep work needed before classes. Everything you teach is provided for you on a slideshow (similar to a PowerPoint) with little reminders/teacher directions on the page in case you need them. You are the one changing the slides that you and the student see.

Teaching Time/Hours: China is a 12-13 hour time difference, depending on the time of year (daylight savings time). Peak times to teach are around:

  • 4AM-9AM Every day

  • 6:30PM – Midnight, Friday & Saturday nights

  • Midnight-8AM Saturday & Sunday mornings

  • March-November everything is one hour later

Forbes #1 At Home Job in 2018: Forbes 2018

If this is something you’re interested in, you can click below to apply using my referral code. And of course, comment below or message me privately if you have more questions! Apply Here!

After doing this “side gig” for a year now here are some of my personal pros and cons.

Pros:

  • Online Facebook pages to connect with other teachers.

  • VIPKID offers great professional development opportunities to become a better online teacher. One con to this- none of this training is paid. This is something that kind of drove me bonkers- I hated that I wasn’t getting paid for my time.
  • Fair pay for the amount of work you do. Some teachers put in a ton of planning, but I found that after a month or so I didn’t need to plan too much ahead of time for my lessons.

  • It’s EASY and usually pretty fun.

  • It’s a real job that makes real money! You can choose to get paid monthly or bi-monthly.

  • Flexible scheduling. If you want to work, you open up slots that parents can book. If you don’t want to work, you just don’t open up slots.

  • You can work at home, and this is the best. I would often wake up at 5:45 and be teaching a class by 6:00AM.

  • You can travel and work if you need to. There have been many times I’ve been out of town and still brought my computer and a few props to teach a class.

  • There are some really great kids you get to teach!

  • You learn about Chinese culture and meet people on the other side of the world!

Cons:

  • The hours can be hard with the time difference… especially if you don’t enjoy waking up early.

  • Let’s be honest- there can be some kids that get on your nerves. It can be hard to build a relationship with a student (especially when it’s your first class with them) due to your interaction being on a computer screen and due to the language barrier.

  • Just because you open up a slot to teach, doesn’t mean you’ll get booked during that time (especially when you first get hired. Sometimes it can take some time to get booked, depending on when you’re hired) So, sadly, if you’re counting on VIPKID for a steady paycheck sometimes it isn’t always guaranteed. Once you’ve been teaching a while, though, there’s a pretty good chance you’ll always be booked when you open up slots.

  • Taxes are not taken out of your paycheck so the hourly wage isn’t as worthwhile.

  • Classes can get a bit redundant. Sometimes it can wear on you if you’re teaching the same lesson several times in a week.
  • It is not a work from home job that you can have distractions around you. You must have a quiet workspace and a great internet connection.
  • A contract is 6 months long. You can have 6 “teacher no-shows” or “cancellations” during a contract. This usually isn’t a big deal, but if you have a family emergency that comes up or a health issue, you really have to watch how many cancellations you have. There is more information and specific details about this on the VIPKID website.

All in all, I would definitely suggest giving this company, or others, a try. You’ll find that the interview process seems a bit intimidating because it is multi-step and involves sending in videos and scheduling a time to meet online with an interviewer. However, it is worth it once you’re hired and get to start teaching! As always, drop your questions below if you have any!

Happy teaching!