Family

My Munchkins. The loves of my life. How could I imagine life without them? What was life before them? Well, obviously I had to have my male counterpart to get these adorable little munchkins.

I met my husband, get this, on eHamony. Yes, yes, I know, a computer dating app! It was the year 2010…..he was always going here or there for work and didn’t have time for “dating”, so he says. I was looking to find the right guy and I wanted to find someone with substance. Someone I could get to know before actually meeting face to face I guess you could say. Well that happened and I knew after talking to him for probably three months or so, then a couple of dates, that this was the one. Call me crazy, but at the age of thirty-five at that time, I think a girl knows what she wants. Am I right?

Fast forward two years and we welcome baby girl Reese. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Of course, I’m biased.

She was a handful. For the first six months of her life, she did not want anyone but mommy. Not even daddy could calm her down. I was kinda freaking out since I knew I had to go back to work and leave my baby girl with my poor mother-in-law. How was she going to handle this kid? Just like a light switch, my baby girl snapped out of it and was willing to be away from mommy. Praise the Lord! Maybe two years after Reese was born, my husband and I started trying for baby number two. I got pregnant and about 8 weeks in I lost the baby. Devastating, to say the least. During this time, I had just started going through the issues with my back and dealing with the City. Having a miscarriage at this time made things almost unbearable. How could things get any worse? Well, it did.

After the miscarriage, my dealings with the City and the department just dragged out and one hoop became numerous hoops to jump through. Fast forward 6 months, I get pregnant again, because damn it, we were not giving up! Another eight weeks in, I lose the baby. At this point, my husband and I hit a low point. It was the Departments fault, putting us through this stress, it was my fault for being in a place in my mind that I did not know how to get out of, it was this it was that. Things were falling apart. We still were pushing forward and not going to let our circumstances get the better of us. Next option, since I was not getting any younger, IVF. We came up with the money in some creative ways and after some pain and suffering, the baby took on the first try. Nine months later we welcomed our second little girl, Payton.

We can all thank her big sister Reese for naming her. She was going to be named Payton or Reese vowed she would not have a sister. Well, OK, Payton.