Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Mom Job June 26, 2010

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I spent an entire evening looking online for jobs.  I was on Craigslist and Monster.com.  I was not looking because we need the money, I was looking because I thought that any job in the entire world would be easier than the one I already have.  Yes, it was just one of those days.  Of course, I didn’t really think I was going to get a job for real when I was looking, but I still wasted an entire evening looking.  I just thought about how I could take a couple of days a week and drive to work, then I could sit in a lame cubicle and work in front of a computer screen or talk on the phone all day with my feet kicked up on my desk.  Maybe my co-workers and I would go out to lunch a few days a week and I could order a glass of wine and we could gossip about that lame person we work with.   How peaceful.  How quite.  How relaxing.  How liberating.  And then I thought about how much I would miss those little people back at home and the fact that someone other than their momma was taking care of them, and I would wonder all day what they were doing while I was at work and whether they were happy or sad. I would miss precious moments of happiness like in the pictures below.  I would’ve missed when Elsa talked in a six word sentence today.  I would’ve missed when Elsa had a boo boo on her knee and Violet went up to her and kissed it and then Elsa said, “thank you VV”.  Yes, raising four kids five and under is a very very hard job, but no, I would not want to miss their day-to-day life moments for an office job. 

Happy kids

This is me trying to steal a few moments and write some thoughts down for this blog

They are showing me the stickers that they placed all over their bodies

Ava is out of school and she is bored every second that I do not have plan for her.  She told me the randomly the other day while we were gardening that one of her school friend’s  mom was “the best” and that “she wishes she were my mom.  Oh. . . and you too.”  She added that last little part as a consolation prize for me so as to not hurt my feelings too badly. I think Ava is going through a little of the out of school blues that most kids probably don’t experience. . . but Ava isn’t most kids.  Let it be noted that I am also going through the same out of school blues.  Nevertheless, we shall survive the 7 weeks and I will do my best to keep the days of my eldest child occupied and fun-filled.  Perhaps then she will not want to trade me in for a better model of mom. 

The trio of terrible twos are talking, fighting and being generally very cute.  Tonight they had a blast running around the house chasing each other, their diapers practically falling off and dodging collision and subsequent injury at every turn.  Meanwhile, Ava had finally worn herself completely out and melted down and fell into a deep slumber at 5:30pm; unheard of and unprecedented in her almost 6 years of life.

 Perhaps next blog post I will explore whether it is appropriate to do a little light wine tasting while I have the triplets in tow.  A moral dilemma that I most certainly faced yesterday afternoon.  But now I must begin my vegetating process on my bed in front of my television.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

Cancer Vs. Infertility June 16, 2010

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I like to read memoirs.  I think many people’s lives are just as interesting, if not more, than the stories that some authors conceive of in their heads.  I am in the middle of reading The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan.  I just got finished reading her short light read called Lift that my mom got me for Mother’s Day.  It was short and sweet and just a little glimpse into a woman’s experiences as a mom, written to her two girls.  There was one line that made me really think though.  She says on page 11:

Dad and I were still opening wedding presents when I started to think about getting pregnant.  I’d watched so many friends struggle — Tracy’s seven in vitros, Mary Ann’s three miscarriages, Kristi’s baby born still.  Dad and I were lucky, if lucky is a big enough word for it.  Another way of putting it is that we were spared years of torment.  Here’s a third way of saying it: I’ve had cancer twice and if I had to pick one fate for you, cancer or fertility problems, I’d pick cancer. 

Now, I am capable of respecting a lot of different opinions, but when I read that, I was shocked!  I, being in that category of people who was not spared the “years of torment” from infertility, cannot imagine in a million years choosing cancer over infertility.  My god – with infertility there are so many options that can solve your problems even though the process is indeed painful and frustrating.  There is of course the amazing fertility treatments available to us now, then there are donor eggs (using your husbands sperm and buying an egg off of another woman and carrying the baby in your own womb), surrogacy and last but not least, there is the wonderful option of adoption.  With cancer, you could very well die.  And once you die, that would be it for you – no babies, no motherhood, no sisterhood, you would no longer be anybody’s friend or wife — you would be dead.  There are definitely a few similarities between cancer and infertility, like waiting by the phone or in the doctor’s office with your heart pounding waiting for that gut wrenching news.  Or being poked, prodded and violated in order to get your desired positive outcome.  There are all the drugs you have to take in both scenarios.  Yet, after one ectopic pregnancy that resulted in an embryo growing on my bladder and requiring surgery to remove, and four miscarriages, along with a few IUI’s and a few IVF’s, and many calls to adoption agencies, I cannot ever say I would’ve wanted cancer instead. 

Maybe Kelly Corrigan feels that way because she is a survivor.  Maybe I feel my way because I am also a survivor.  She beat cancer and did not die.  I beat infertility and I have four beautiful children to show for it.  Maybe it is the fear of the unknown . . . I can’t imagine having cancer and going through chemo and radiation and feeling sick everyday and losing my hair and worrying that I will die while Kelly can’t imagine having to work so hard to maybe or maybe not have a baby of her own, enduring the painful emotional rollercoaster that entails.

In other news, Takeda Pharmaceuticals, the company Chris has worked for for the past 11 years, has laid off more than 1,000 people in the past two weeks.  They announced impending lay offs a month ago and since then employees from the very top to the rep level have lost sleep and been stressed and filled with anxiety.  All of the employees in the field found out today whether they would still have a job.  Chris didn’t sleep at all last night.  Everyone was at risk and vulnerable to termination.  At 11am today Chris got the call that he would keep his job.  Sadly, many of his friends that he has worked since Takeda began 11 years ago, were let go today.   Chris and I have definitely had a year filled with some downs that I have left me wallowing in the mire, but strangely I was not worried about a possible job loss.  I said to Chris last night, “well Chris, if you lose your job tomorrow, there must really be a force out there that feels there is something better for us to be doing”.  A rare moment of positivity and spiritual thinking by Megan.  I don’t know why I wasn’t worried, seeing as we have a mortgage, car payment, bills, massive groceries and four kids to take care of, but I just wasn’t.  In the end, Chris has kept his great job and we can move forward in life and maybe I can bring some of my powerful positivity with me. 

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


Stairway Accidents June 4, 2010

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Preston working hard at his vacuum


Daddy is home from work


The girls weren't interested in wearing the Tinkerbell costume but Preston was. The green vacuum is a nice added touch.


Wrestlemania. I think Tinkerbell won.


Sister hugs


The little girls on their hike



The kids working hard with the tools fixing the vacuum

Violet made a bed in the laundry hamper where she stayed for an hour


Last night we had a stairway incident that was scary. This is our second stairway accident. Our first occurred when Ava was 18 months old. In the 30 seconds (that is not an exaggeration) that I was not watching her she decided to climb up the outside of the stairway 10 feet to the top. By the time I saw her she was all the way to the top. Being only 18 months old, but thankfully very sturdy, she did not realize what she had done. I called up the stairs in my most terrified mom voice, “Ava, don’t move!” At that moment I had a decision to make: do I try to run up the stairs as fast as I can and hoist her over the railing and save her from falling or do I stand right where I am and try to catch her? Ava looks terrified herself. She didn’t realize how high she had climbed in such a short period of time. I decided to stay put and I kept telling her to hold on tight and not let go. At that moment her left hand released from the railing and her entire body sailed from the top of the stairs. I tried to stand under her and catch her but I missed. I later received some flack for not catching her, but I want to know how many of you have ever had to try to catch someone falling 10 feet? It is not easy people. She hit the hardwood hard and hysterical crying ensued. We both cried hard. Chris was out-of-town of course so I called my mom in tears and she raced over. Then I called her pediatrician for advice on whether I should take her to the hospital and he said very calmly and matter of factly, “well, 10 feet is a long way for an 18 month old to fall.”  

Off we went to the hospital and as it turns out Ava had not one scratch, bump, bruise, break. It was amazing.  

What happened last night was not nearly as dramatic, although it could’ve been I suppose. Ava, Elsa and Violet were walking down the stairs. Ava was already at the bottom and Violet and Elsa were making their way down. Still at the top, Elsa must have slipped and she proceeded to cart-wheel down the entire flight of stairs. Violet screamed bloody murder at what she was witnessing. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner but I knew someone was falling down the stairs. Chris saw the whole thing and said it was horrific to watch
Chris grabbed Elsa and cuddled her up. I grabbed Violet whose massive empathy had led to personal trauma. Preston was crying the hardest, though, for reasons I cannot tell. Ava helped out in every way she could. Elsa was fine.  There were no broken bones or bruises or bumps.  

Tonight we went to Ava’s open house to see all of the great work she has done throughout the school year.  How is it that Ava is done with Kindergarten in two weeks?  I guess that is why you need to enjoy all the day-to-day moments with your kids, because before you know it they are out of the house and onto leading their own lives.   

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.