resolution 2011.

It's February 1, 2011 today. 

February was scaring me a bit this year... let's rewind and see why.

February 15, 2009.  Peter and I were up in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.  We went away for the first time ever for Valentine's Day.  We stayed at a bed & breakfast that didn't have any rooms available besides twin beds.  We were sure we couldn't have kids, and were planning on starting the adoption process that summer.  Maybe it was the wine from the local winery?  Maybe it was the amazing pesto mozzarella sticks?  Most likely, it was the twin beds.  Enter:  Jason Evan Tarnawa, October 16, 2009.

February 16, 2010.  Went to see the wonderful and fabulous Dr. Jahedi because I was weaning Jason, and felt funny.  I had nausea, headaches, and was quite moody.  I wanted to make sure everything was okay before I went back to work.  She checked if I was pregnant.  I wasn't.  We talked a bit about our plan of attack just in case I became pregnant.   February 18, I'm pregnant.  I went back to work pregnant not knowing.  Enter:  Kayla Elyse Tarnawa, November 18, 2010. 

My wonderful, amazing, lovable children are one year, one month, and two days apart.  And at that moment Kayla was born, Jason was 13 months and two days. 

Can you tell why I am petrified of February?  The big joke is that Peter and I can't share a bed, let alone look at each other during the month of February.  My dear friend Paulina offered her couch to Peter or myself for the month.  I was seriously thinking of taking her up on it.  For Peter, of course.  I'd stay home :)

In January, during my 6-week post partum check up, I got to see Dr. Jahedi (did I mention how much I love her?) again, and we talked birth control.  As much as she was instrumental in getting me through my pregnancies, I desperately needed her help in never getting pregnant again.  We talked options.  The pill?  No way.  I'd forget to take it, or at least never take it at the same time.  The patch?  Nope.  The shot?  Nope.  Nuvaring?  I'd be petrified it would fall out or I wouldn't install (yeah, I used the word install) it right.  An IUD?  Now we're talking.

There were two she offered... the first being a copper IUD with no hormone whatsoever.  Bonus:  it would last for 10 years.  Side effect:  heavy regular periods.  Considering I hadn't gotten my period in over two years, and before I was pregnant I'd get it every 2 to 3 months, that didn't sound like fun. 

Enter Mirena.  It lasts 5 years, has some hormone (but not a low dose of estrogen.  I'm not good at low doses of estrogen.  Ask Julie.  And Bob Newhart.)  and makes your periods super light.  Sounded like the perfect choice. 

It's suposed to be inserted by your OB/GYN in the office during your period.  I had scheduled an appointment with Dr. Jahedi for mid February already because we didn't know if I was going to get a period.  When I called the office to reschedule, I learned that she was pregnant (HOORAY!!!!!), and that she wasn't in the office at all this week (BOOOO!!!).  I rescheduled with the doctor I saw in college for Wednesday.  Turned out that would be Snowmageddon.  Luckily, they were able to see me today.

The process wasn't that bad.  There was pressure, and some really funny cramping when it was "installed," but totally worth not taking pills every night.  The doctor said I must have a good pain tolerance beacuse I was able to talk right through the procedure, but after what I've been through the past two years it was nothing.  The best part - it's effective immediately, though I should expect minor cramping and will perhaps spot for a few weeks.   I go back in 6 weeks to get it checked out. 

So, I've officially completed my new year's resolution:  2011 - the year of no new babies.  For the Tarnawa family.  The Augustine's and Dio's... you guys go right ahead.  Gomez's... you too! 

I've given Peter the "Get out of Jail free" card until February 1, 2016.  2016. 

Wanna bet he sees the doctor about a permanent solution on January 31, 2016?  :)

capable

Towards the end of my pregnancy with Kayla, I was as big as a house, still worried that she was going to fall out at any moment, and Jason was just (finally) starting to get mobile.  As Peter and I would sit in Little Man's room at night helping him learn to walk, I would silently think to myself "can I do this with two of them?  am I ready?  please be the joy that I want it to be..."

And then she came, and it was super hard and easy all at once.  Peter was able to stay home for the first 6 out of 7 weeks of Kayla's life, due to Thanksgiving, paternity leave and saved vacation days.  I wasn't allowed to lift little man.  It hurt for the first few weeks to do anything.  My feet swelled so much from all the fluid that when I walked, my toes didn't touch the ground.  Although I had to rely on Peter for pretty much everything over the past two years (except from November '09 - February '10... 3 measly months...), it was back to business as usual.  I'd have to constantly ask for his help, and he was wonderful and he'd do everything with some little very little complaining.  I knew it needed to happen that way.  And I knew that eventually I'd be back to normal.  I knew I shouldn't feel helpless.  I knew that what I was doing to keep our babies safe and letting myself heal without pushing was what needed to happen.  But I hated hated HATED the feeling of uselessness.  I hated the feeling of dependency.

Finally, on January 5th, the wonderful, talented, simply amazing Dr. Jahedi told me that I was given a clean bill of health, and I was free to do whatever I wanted.  When I got back to my car (after chit-chatting with her for a while... can I tell you how much I love her?) I took a deep breath and smiled.  I could get me back.

It started with being able to go to the mall with the kids... I can carry the kiddos downstairs, put my 30+ lb little man in his car seat, unload and set up the monstrosity of a double stroller, and get them in the mall without letting them freeze.  Then, I was able to start mall walking with a dear friend, and I felt even better.  I could help get the leaf out of the dining room table. I could move boxes and chairs.  I was back.

But the biggest realization hit when I met a new mom friend (when we were at another mall with another friend).  She was sitting at the table next to us with a sleeping baby in a stroller, and Jason was being uber cute with his straw and milk.  We started the normal mommy conversations:  how old, names, so cute, etc... and then it lead to her telling me that she was relatively new to the area, she's tried to get involved in mommy groups but it was hard to break in, and her family lived in California. 

My heart ached for her.  No matter how bad it got, or how sorry I was for myself for not being able to physically do what I wanted, I had my family here.  I had a large circle of friends who supported and listened, and my dear, dear mommy friends who understood exactly what I was going through.  It was almost starvation that I saw in my new friends eyes... the longing for finding a group of mommies who knew.  The ones who could say "oh yeah, that happened to me,"  or "I understand," or "have you tried," and not judge parenting styles, just offer support. 

So of course I got her email/number and we got in touch.  She was able to come and meet another mommy and me at the mall again.  She had so many questions, and Rachelle and I were so happy to share our limited experiences with her, and to just listen as she talked. 

Diaper changes were needed, and my Kayla needed to eat.  I grabbed a bottle so I could head over to Corner Bakery to ask for hot water, and by then Kayla was crying.  I looked at Rachelle and asked if she could just keep the pacifier in K's mouth, and that I'd be back in a minute.  Our new friend looked shocked.  "How could you be so calm?"she asked.  I laughed and said she was my second.  I knew she was hungry.  There was nothing else I could do for her but go as fast as I could to get a bottle, no matter how much she cried.

As I made the bottle, I thought about Jason when he was 2 months old.  I refused to take him out unless Peter, Debbie or Mom was with me.  I was petrified to take him to restaurants.  To anywhere!  I was so scared he'd cry, or have a diaper malfunction, or something, anything that would make me overwhelmed and not be able to fix him fast enough.  That was the look that was in my new friend's eyes. 

I wanted to tell her that she'll get more confident as her little man gets older.  That a screaming baby is not the end of the world, and that you can take your time and relax as you help them.  That stressing over the baby when he's crying in public will just make it worse.  I wanted to tell her that one day, it will be easier.  Not easy.  I don't know if it ever will be easy... just easier.  I didn't say those things... I'm hoping that we'll continue to see each other and I can watch her become more confident.  And I'm hoping that she'll find a group of mommies (if not us, another group) who will lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on. 

And she doesn't know how much she helped me... she made me realize that I am capable.  That this parenting of two under 16 months is a challenge, but doable.  A challenge that I can't wait to try every morning.  A challenge that makes my heart melt as my baby girl stares after her big brother, that makes me laugh as Jason gives Kayla a chewed up piece of paper to make her stop crying (chewed up paper... that's a highly coveted prize in his 15 month old life... just like straws, socks, and dog food), that makes me appreciate every cuddle, that makes me so grateful that I have those two little lives that need me, and that no matter how hard the journey was to get to this moment, no matter how helpless and dependent I felt, that I wouldn't trade it for the world.