Fill your Cup Up First

As a health coach, one of the biggest complaints I heard from moms is that they just didn’t have time to workout  or eat well. I used to be that mom! I would go to sleep and wake up completely exhausted.

Being a new mom to twins was the hardest thing that I had ever done up until that point in my life. I’ve been through boot camp, deployed twice and still, being a new mom was the hardest task I had ever tackled in my life.

I didn’t sleep enough. I didn’t get to enjoy a hot shower enough. I learned why moms always wore their hair in pony tails. I didn’t eat enough. Once my twins were old enough to eat solid foods, I would eat whatever was left on their plate as my meal.

There was one point early in my twins’ lives where I would actually pack the kids in the car in the so that they could take a nap while I drove to Taco Bell, grab some food and enjoy a long, peaceful drive out on the shoreline. That winter I became depressed and packed on nearly 20 pounds. I was stressed and irritable. It really wasn’t a great point in my life.

Finally the spring came. I started putting the kids in their double stroller and taking them, and my two dogs, for long walks. I found my groove again in the workout and healthy eating arena, something that had always been a focal point in my life. I started feeling better, loosing weight, and being in an overall better mood. When I started doing things that made me happy, my kids were happier because I was creating a better atmosphere in our household.

Putting ourselves first is not selfish, it’s essential. I used to think that by taking time to do something I found important was taking away from time with my children. I now know that this couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Working out, taking walks, and cooking became family events. My twins, Zac and Kenna, learned that this was a part of our daily routine. Get up, have breakfast, workout, and then get on with whatever activity we had planned for the day. Even now, at 5 years old, they both ask to join me in my workout in the morning. I love that by learning to fill up my cup and do things that are important to me, for both my physical and emotional health, are now a part of their lives.

File_000 (7) Enjoying a beautiful day on the trail!

Lately, I’ve been getting up earlier to start my days in order to be more prepared instead of always being in a reactionary mode. For my own personal self-care routine I wake up by 5 a.m., listen to a book on Audible, write, start laundry, make lunches, or wash last night’s dishes. (Yes, I’m the mom that leaves dishes in the sink overnight because family time after dinner is far more important to me than a task I can complete later).

Getting up early to start my day has been one of the best things that I’ve done for myself and my family. I’m able to greet my children in a good mood and help them start their day off right. This doesn’t happen every single day, because we all have days where we oversleep, but 95% of the time this is how my day goes. If it’s a school day, and I didn’t fit in my workout, I am able to do a longer workout when I get home from dropping them off.

If you’re reading this and need help getting into a better self-care routine, remember that YOU are important. Taking care of yourself is not selfish. It’s the same concept of putting on your oxygen mask before helping those around you.

Moms have tough roles, so take care of yourself first in order to take better care of those that need you most.

Advertisements

Congratulations! You’re having twins!

To start off, I need to be really honest with you all. Before I found out I was pregnant, I never had any intentions of having children. I never dreamt of getting married, having children, or any of those “normal” thoughts women are “supposed” to have. No, I was content with my three dogs, two horses, and advancing in my career.

On Christmas day 2011 something kept telling me, “you’re pregnant!” So, after meeting a friend at the non-denominational church for the service near my house I made my way to an open store. There, I purchased two pregnancy tests. The man at the checkout counter looked at me as he handed me my bagged items and said with a smile, “Merry Christmas! Good Luck!” Much to my chagrin, I said thank you and made my way to my truck. I drove the couple of miles back home slower than I had probably ever driven before. I chugged some water, sat in the truck until I was too cold to stay out there any more and made my way to the bathroom.

I peed on the first stick. Pregnant. NO!

Then I peed on the second stick. Pregnant. F@*K!

I called out for my sister, who was staying with me at the time, from the bathroom in between sobs. She rushed into the bathroom, and as I held up the pregnancy tests, she yelled OMG! CONGRATULATIONS! In that moment I felt as though my entire life was over. I wouldn’t be going on the upcoming deployment. I’d be looked down on by my peers. I wasn’t married, let alone even dating the guy who would now be the father of my child. Nothing about my life at the time screamed that I was prepared to be a mother. I cried the entire rest of the day until I finally came to terms with things.

About 2-3 weeks later, I had my very first ultrasound appointment. I was really nervous and excited all at the same time. As I was about to go in for my appointment I called their father-to-be. He made some not so funny jokes because he was nervous too. The least funny joke he told me was, “wouldn’t it be funny if you were pregnant with twins?! They run in my family!” Ha! So, not funny. After I hung up the phone, I went in for my ultrasound appointment.

What seemed like an eternity later, the doctor finally came in the room, asked if I was ready, and then we got to take a sneak peek into my uterus. There was my little peanut on the screen! In that moment I was absolutely elated! There was a real live baby inside of me! And then before she could say anything, I saw another little peanut. She said aloud what I had already seen; twins! I don’t think that I will ever forget that moment. I just remember lying there, putting my arm over my head and smiling. Of course it’s twins!

No matter how I felt before, I knew right then that I was doubly blessed and couldn’t wait to be their mother. A mother of twins!

Welcome to our Super Twin Adventure!

Welcome to our blog! This blog is dedicated to my boy/girl twins, Zachary and MacKenna. I hope to inspire other twin parents to be excited about parenting twins, rather than dwelling on the exhaustion. (Trust me, I know it’s exhausting!) This is my journey as a single mother to these beautiful souls and our adventures in life. I’ll be sharing stories, what I’ve learned along the way, fun activities, and health related topics.

Mom life isn’t always easy. One minute life is fantastic, and the next there’s flour covering the floor, the dogs and kids are having a ball making paper mache out of said flour while you’re crying about not buying more wine.

Please feel to contact me with any comments/ questions!