I SURVIVED :: A First Year Story Of A Mom With 3 Under 2


Ignorance Is Bliss?

My son was born in June 2014. Everything was *amazing*. We couldn’t ask for anything more. We thought, “Should we try for another one?” Thus, we resolved that we did want more kids, that we weren’t getting any younger and we thought that having kids close in age would be awesome.

So… bow-chick-a-wow-wow… we got pregnant.

Right. Away.

Crap! Isn’t it supposed to take longer than this?! And then the bomb dropped.

By the way, you’re having twins

Are we really going to have twins 15 months after our first? Yes, yes we are. Yes, yes I did.

It’s Only Just Begun…

Our identical twin boys are now one. Our oldest is two. I survived my first year as a MOM (mother of multiples) + toddler. Whew! To say it was hard would be grossly inaccurate. It has been a daily struggle.

I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I barely remember the first 3 months. Truly. It’s a complete blur, just little snippets here and there. What I can recall includes lots of feeding, diaper changes, and very little sleep. As in minutes in any given 24 hour period, rather than hours–and that’s about it.

I remember my oldest wanting more “mommy time” and me living off protein bars and water for a while (because let’s face it when given the chance to spend time eating versus sleeping during those early months, sleep will always prevail).

I was constantly being told, “Don’t worry, it’ll get better,” and, “Hang in there, this is just temporary.” Sure, sage advice. I told myself that if I am able to make it through this first year alive with healthy, happy children, an intact marriage and a modicum of sanity– I can tackle anything.

What I’ve Learned

Well, I am happy to report I have three happy and healthy children, a strong marriage and just a teensy bit of sanity remaining. Yet, at the end of the day, as all mommies do, I ruminate: I wish I could have spent more one-on-one time with my kids, am I reading enough to the twins?

And of course the billion other could’ve/would’ve/should’ves. Then, I try to remind myself that I am only human. I make mistakes and judgment calls and do what I need to do to survive at times, not necessarily what the optimal/perfect scenario would have been.

And I accept that; that’s how I SURVIVED this first year.

It absolutely involved lots of tears, love, very little sleep, willpower, a sense of humor, and lots of grace. BUCKETS and BUCKETS of grace. For myself. For my spouse. For my children. For my family. For everything, I thought I could control, but really couldn’t. That’s what I have learned from my first year of MOMmyhood.

Sometimes all you can do is survive, and that’s okay.  What part of mommyhood have you survived?

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I grew up in Placentia and have lived in Orange County my entire life. I met my husband at a bar in Downtown Fullerton 10 years ago. He is also is an Orange County native, from Anaheim Hills. We were married in 2013 in Puerto Vallarta, in the smallest ceremony possible--ourselves, the photographer and the officiant. Our first son was born in 2014 and our (identical) twin boys were born in 2015. So yes, you are reading that correctly; we have 3 boys born 15 months apart. Life is crazy. I love it, but it's crazy. As such, I am a stay at home mommy and attempt to keep my sanity, keep my house clean, get healthy food on the table (most days!) and try to be the best mommy possible to my crazy, silly, rambunctious boys. Prior to having my kiddos, I was an avid yogi and enjoyed traveling. I try to work in as much reading, baking, cooking and crafty/creative projects as possible--which isn't much these days, but it's improving. I love a good debate, dinner parties, and spending time with friends and family. If music is on, chances are I'm singing and/or dancing. I love getting my hands dirty with projects around the house and hope to have a '58 Corvette and a '66 Nova in my garage someday. Oh, and I really love sleep and showers. Neither of which, it turns out, are compatible with motherhood. C'est la vie!


  1. Loved it! I definitely survived the sleep deprivation, or should say still do. Add mommy hood to working full time graveyard shift and tada you get sleep deprivation. But we survive and grace goes a long way.

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