From the time that I was about 6 months pregnant with the twins until they were 15 months old, I only slept in hour-and-a-half stretches.
Just 90 minutes at a time, here and there.
There is a lot about those months that is lost to me.
Photography.
Words.
Time machines.
And as I flip back through the archives of this blog, as I click through my digital photos, I find myself thankful again. Thankful for the blog friends made, for the old friends rediscovered, for the friends that are held close through little daily updates and stories and pictures.
And those sleepless nights are restored to me.
And I can see what that season looked like.
And I can read the words of a tired and lonely mom.
Who found an outlet and open hearts through CPUs and microchips and internet settings.
Thank you.
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Amen! Hearing you loud and clear!
Now that I'm back in the fug of power naps, labour-land, infection and medication (another C-section), I'm also feeling the need to record things before they slip away.
Of course, I don't know at this stage what it's going to be useful to remember! I hope I'm recording the right stuff!
Exactly! There are so many times when I think I should just stop blogging. Who has time for it? Then I go back and read old posts and see just what a lovely journal it is. There is so much written that I would have otherwise forgotten about.
Blogging has turned into such a blessing, hasn't it? :)
A great description. I am glad you were able to find an outlet during those times that has turned into the wonderful thing that it is today. Every once in awhile I glance back at mine, but it seems like it would be a good thing to do as my two year blogaversary (blogiversary?) is coming up in March. Thanks for being a part of these two years.
I know! I wish so badly I'd had a blog when my twins were little. I feel like I barely remember a thing. You're so right!
And, they didn't sleep through the night till 15 months? Geez Louise woman! You poor thing. I thought mine were bad, not sleeping till nearly a year, but I was spoiled by my first who loved to sleep and slept 11 to 7 most nights by 6 weeks.
I started blogging as a way to keep distant relatives in touch with our family, a way to chronical moments in my kid's lives and as a creative outlet for myself. It's become a kind of community for me...in addition to the precious friends I have locally.
I am quite glad to have found your blog and to discover the world within it. Quite glad.
This is how I am feeling at the moment. My third is 8 months old and I am still sleeping in 90 minute stretches here and there and wondering where the time went and if I will be able to remember any of it.
OMG...i am in love with the pic of you guys at the beach...too cute!
It's amazing how fast it all goes.
Our blogs do tell our stories, and I love how they're interactive. It's nice to hear others' thoughts and to see how closely we're really all alike. I've loved reading your blog and am glad you took part in this journey.
Wow... I love blogging! and that pic of you guys at beach just rocks - totally rocks!!! :) Wonderful... :) and super cute
I'm always grateful to Scrapblog, because through them I came to meet people who were the key in my very important desitions, moves that changed my life for the better, and you are one of them.
I thank you for hope, for beautty, for reflexion.
You are one of those who are part of my net family whom I would love to be able to jump ina plane and go hugg you in person, a huge hugg with the greatest thank you of all :)
For now, lets do with the virtual ones, lots of them :)
Thank you back, most definitely.
I don't have 8 kids--or even a set of twins--but with a 3yo, 20-month-old and another due any day now (coming off three months of contractions & two months of bedrest & meds this week!), I've been experiencing my share of sleepless nights and complete memory loss as well.
The blog is an amazing way to remember . . .
It is a season of a "tired and lonely mom" filled with its own special blessings, that I might forget if I didn't record them this way. And the added blessing of meeting others along the way who share in the joys and comfort through the struggles. . .
I've enjoyed "getting to know you" (virtually, anyway) during this season. You're an inspiration!
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