Never Leave Home without Your MiaMily

When I made the decision to move abroad with my twin toddlers, my first thought was, “You’re a dumbass! You can’t take the tots with you on your adventures. You cant hike, bike, or ride an ATV; you have TWO babies. The roads aren’t stroller friendly either. What will you do?” Then, I decided a backpack carrier was the only way to go. Surely I can take the babies on daily adventures with a backpack carrier, right? Well…not all carriers are created equal. 

  • I used wraps and kangaroo shirts when they were babies, but these dudes are pushing 30lbs now.
  • I tried the massive hiking backpack carriers and felt like they were appropriate next time I attempt to climb Everest, but they looked a little silly for a stroll to the farmers market.
  • I tried the ones where you can wear the baby dangling off your front or your back, but I knew that position wasn’t comfortable (or safe) for a baby’s hips.

Enter, the Mia Mily 3D Hipster! Hell to the yeah! This is what I’ve been looking for! I researched it ad nauseum, I read all the mommy blogs on it, read through reviews and so on, but when it arrived it was even cooler than I expected. The designers thought of everything!

Badass Fact #1:

Its designed with a baby seat to support baby’s hips whether they’re facing in, out, or worn front or back, or side.

Badass Fact #2:

I can wear my baby 9 different ways OR I can tandem wear! Yep, I can wear BOTH babies at the same time. #twinning

Badass Fact #3:

It comes with a carrying case, teething pads for the shoulders, and a shade to protect your baby’s face.

Badass Fact #4:

Its adjustable; and I mean adjustable to the fullest extent of the word! I’m 5’6 and small framed and my husband is 6’5 and quite the giant. We can both wear the carriers and adjust the straps at the shoulders, across the chest/back area, or the waist. We can choose hos high or low we wear the baby.

Badass Fact #5:

It’s super lightweight! I tried so many huge, cumbersome, bulky versions of carriers and the MiaMily trumps every one of these on portability. I stopped checking in my trunk to make sure I had my stroller, but instead, I never leave home without tossing the carriers in my front seat or in my grocery cart even. God forbid theres a tantrum in the cart while I’m mid shopping. Now, I just strap on the carrier, throw the fussy one on my back and keep on trucking!

I loved my carriers when I lived in Austin for daily life, but I’m in lust now for the way they assist me with adventure life in Central America. I’ve worn my boys at LaPaz Waterfall Gardens, hiking through butterfly gardens, riding ATVs through the jungle, shopping in mountain towns, on the beaches, monkey farms, animal sanctuaries, zoos, climbing down to the Rio Machuega, and even an aerial sky tram in the tropical rainforest 300 ft in the air!

The carriers support babies and toddlers no matter what position is preferred and get them at the right height to enjoy the same viewpoint as the adults they’re with. Whether its 95 degrees and humid in the jungle or 50 degrees in the mountains, the Mia Mily can withstand the journey.

You on live once! Strap that baby to your back and go! #YOLO

Stay Gold, 

That Girl

Postpartum Body Funk

I’ve always been a healthy person. I’m the kid that would get up early on a school day and rollerblade the neighborhood before it was time to get ready. I did Buns of Steel (it was the nineties) and lifted canned goods (we didn’t own weights) and loved watching Jazzercise videos on TV. Physical fitness and health have always been important to me. And, during pregnancy my health became that much more important.


I worked out at my normal pace, 4-5 days a week, until about 30 weeks pregnant. Then, I slowed down and started walking most days and did zumba when I could muster up the energy until about 35 weeks. I ate mostly organic, except the first trimester where I lived on bean & cheese tacos and I ate butter like it was my job, and I snacked on fruits, protein, and veggies. I drank a gallon of water a day and even gorged on healthy fats towards the end to aid my babies’ brain development. I gained the minimum weight for twins (around 40lbs) and felt like I’d bounce back to my former glory; strong, flexible, and healthy in a few short months.


When I woke up from an emergency c-section, after a brutal labor that nearly took my life, and I saw my disfigurement, I was distraught. My legs were swollen from the surgery, and my failing filtration systems, so they were unrecognizeable to me. My skin was stretched across them and looked pale and marbled. My stomach was hugely swollen still, resembling someone 6 months pregnant and my abdominal muscles split down the middle verically and horizontally so the skin that once stretched across both eight pound babies was now able to fall into the hole between my stomach muscles. The area above my incision was fat, raw, and red and the steristrips lined vertically across it resembled those on Frankenstein’s neck. I was humiliated by my appearance. So humiliated that I wouldn’t even let my husband see me walk to the bathroom without a robe on. It was depressing.


Within the next few weeks the swelling went down and I lost all my pregnancy weight, but not the pregnancy shape. The steristrips came off and the incision was less noticeable by about 4 weeks although there was still a red reminder that my body had been cut open against my will. My arms, legs, and face finally look like the originals, but my stomach muscles are still in terrible shape and my skin is still struggling to find where it goes. My belly button is nonexistent and the linea negra and chloasma (dark skin spots) are still visible.

I want so desperately to be able to get to a gym, but my gym doesn’t offer childcare until babies are six months old. I tried to workout at home, but I caused a hematoma (blood collection) on my incision site and I already have a blood clot I’m dissolving with blood thinners. It’s very frustrating to not feel in control of your own body.


The worst part? Nobody seems to understand. I keep hearing, “focus on your babies”, or “but look what you have as a result”, or “aren’t you grateful for your sweet boys?” And, someone I love dearly even asked me shamelessly one time if I hated my boys because of what they did to my body. Are you kidding me?

One has NOTHING to do with the other. I love feeling strong, flexible, capable. I love the rush I get from cardio and the adrenaline from dancing through a high impact exercise class. I love pounding the pavement in the sun on a Saturday morning and sweating buckets during a hot yoga session. Why the assumption that being unhappy with my postpartum body means I don’t love my babies or that I’m ungrateful? Because I have babies now I can stop caring about my health or my appearance? Now that I’m a mom I can stop wanting to feel attractive and sexy for my husband? Am I a bad mom because I want to go to the gym? Or, am I less loving because I have the need to do something for myself?


I love my boys more than I’ve ever loved anything else in the world. I feed them from my body every few hours twenty-four hours a day. I change their diapers 8-10 times a day (each) and their clothes 2-3 times a day. We sing songs, read stories, take walks, dance, and enjoy baths together.  The only time I have to myself is…well, does their laundry count during naps as alone time? What about when I’m shoveling food in my face so I can keep up my milk supply? No? Okay, then how about when I’m watching a netflix show or blogging? I’m usually pumping breastmilk while I do that so I guess that doesn’t count. My life and focus is on caring for them 24/7, but that is hardly a healthy way to live. Working out is the one thing I plan to do for me and I’m sure many other mothers feel the same. We shouldn’t be shamed for wanting to work out or wanting to relocate our former selves.

I want to feel like me again. A strong, energetic, and independent being. This does not make me a bad person and certainly not a bad mom.

Stay gold, 

That Girl



Road Trippin with Newborn Twins

A trip from Austin to Dallas could hardly qualify as a “road trip” pre-babies. Anything under 5 hours could just be “quite the drive” in my book; however, with newborn twins anything past an hour qualifies as a road trip. Since making this drive with my babies I’ve been facebook messaged, called, texted, and even instagrammed from new moms and twin moms wondering how the eff I pulled it off. Let me tell you, nothing I do with my babies is by the seat of my pants. Everything is methodically planned out. 

So here’s what’s up. 

Step 1: Think of all possible scenarios and squash all obstacles in advance.

I don’t think it’s right to let babies cry for very long at this age. They’re in a socio-emotional developmental stage called “trust vs mistrust” (according to Erik Erikson), which means they’re learning whether or not they can trust their caregivers and the world around them. Whether they become secure and confident or fearful and dependent depend on their caregiver’s ability to meet their needs adequately during this crucial stage.

When should we leave?

If we left midday, they could sleep too long and not sleep at night. 

But, if we drive at bedtime then I’m missing my best stretch of sleep.

If we left here at 7 when they wake up we’d sit in traffic leaving town so they’d scream mercilessly unless we’re driving a constant speed. 

So, we left at 5 am. I nursed them at 4am when they woke up. Packed a few things I couldn’t get to the night before. Then nursed them again right before we put them in the car. We pulled out at exactly 5:04am which allowed us to beat Austin traffic getting out and miss Dallas traffic getting in.


Step 2: Keep them well fed, but plan to empty your breasts too.

Pumping while my babies are awake is damn near impossible so I knew I wouldn’t be able to pump on the road. Four plus hours is far too long to go without nursing, but nursing two babies at the same time from the car is too challenging due to space constraints. If I feed one at a time there’s a chance the other will be screaming so…

I packed:

  • My Twin Z pillow (twin boppy)
  • 6oz of pumped milk
  • Wore a nursing tank under a black long baggy tank

At 7am upon arriving in Waco I pulled through the drive through at Chick-fil-A knowing I had mere moments before the boys woke up. I ate my breakfast sandwich super fat and ordered a 1/4 cup full of hot water. I heated the breastmilk for less than a minute in the hot water while pulling suitcases out of the trunk so I could place the Twin Z in there. Then, I placed the babies on the pillow and fed 1 baby 3oz of milk with my left hand while I leaned over the other baby with my right breast. The nursing tank covered my belly while the long tank over it covered the baby’s head and my breast. Passersby had no clue what I was doing. Then, I switched. This way each baby got a full 3-5 oz between breast and bottle and I didn’t have to pump. Then, I loaded the boys in their stroller after burping, changed their diapers in the handicap stall of the restroom and then nursed each a few minutes more (so they’d be full) while I played spa music for the other in the stroller. Yes, I sat on the toilet to nurse LOL.


Step 3: Plan for your own comforts the night before

I prepared my coffee before I went to bed and set the timer so it would be brewed when I woke up. I cooked my steel cut oats and had them stored in the fridge so all I needed to do was reheat for 30 seconds before leaving. I put headphones in the car so I could listen to music on my phone without disturbing the babies and I filled a tumbler with cold water and had it in my front seat. I also had as much as I could packed and in the car the night before so I didn’t have to stress in the morning, including their blankets so I could just put them in the corsets, tuck the blankets around them and drive off.

It worked beautifully! We arrived at my sister’s house in Dallas at exactly 9:15 just in time for me to quickly unpack the car before they woke up and feed them from her bedroom at 9:30.

Twin mom advice: don’t be scared to do what you would normally do. Live your life as you did before just follow my motto, “plan ahead and keep them fed”!

Stay gold, 

That Girl


Twin Life: My Best Decisions in the Early Days

I’m six weeks into motherhood (twin boys) and I keep hearing phrases like, “how are you out and about already?” or “I’m struggling with one, but you have two” and “you’re so lucky they’re so easy”. Ha! Twin moms will never say they have anything easy and my babies are not “easy” babies. I’m working my ass off for normalcy and to keep them calm and happy. I’ll share with you my best decisions thus far as a twin mom to keep things rolling smoothly. 

  1. Get them (and keep them) on the same schedule

This is, by far, THE most important thing a twin mom can do. When my boys were born, one was in the NICU and one was with me in the mother/baby suite. I wasn’t producing enough milk for two since I wasn’t nursing both so one had to be on formula. I called the NICU immediately and asked what time baby A would be fed each day. Then, I made sure to nurse baby B at that same time each day. Once we got home I nursed them at the same time every time. If one wakes up from a nap, or at night, before the other, I wake the other one up. If one has a short nap, the other will too. I feed, bathe, change and swaddle at the same time.

2. Breastfeed

Nursing one baby is taxing. Nursing two babies is literally twice as taxing; however, it’s also twice the savings financially, twice the calorie burn, and twice the health benefits. Think of how much money I’d burn through on formula trying to feed two growing boys! Can you imagine two screaming babies while you’re measuring formula for two bottles, pouring water for two bottles, waiting to heat two bottles? I figure I can either hunch over two babies with bottles or hunch over two babies with breasts. Either way, two babies need to be fed every three hours and this way I’m giving them the right amount of protein, carbs, fats, and nutrition with the benefit of antibodies and immunity boosters to fight off infections.


3. Sleep routines

Immediately following their birth, whilst still in the hospital, I created “sleep triggers” I planned on using at home. I turn on the lavendar essential oil diffuser, lights out, white noise machine on. They slept almost 24/7 at first, but soon we began to establish Eat. Play. Sleep routine meaning I nurse them when they wake up and then we play before each nap. At first they could only stay awake about 45 minutes at a time, then about an hour, then 1.5 hr and now they last between 1.5hr to 2hr in between naps. I’m a clock watcher and I put them down as soon as it’s time AND they’re showing me sleepy cues. I swaddle them in their Woombie, turn on the diffuser and white noise machine and lay them down drowsy, but still awake. They put themselves to sleep within a few minutes. Twin moms, beware of rocking them to sleep or holding them while they sleep. They will keep getting bigger and this is not feasible forever. They’ll get used to being held while sleeping and that’s a hard habit to break.

4. Cloth diapering

This is probably my favorite choice and everone thought I was nuts. Originally I chose cloth diapers to save my babies from the nasty chemicals and toxins in disposables, but after learning that disposable diapers cost an average of 25 cents each I realized I’d be spending almost $5-7 a day on diapers! That’s iterally throwing away $150-200 a month ($2000 or more a year?). And cloth diapers are so much more convenient because newborns grow fast. I can’t imagine stockpiling a certain size of diapers just for them to outgrow them a week later. Or, running out in the middle of the night because we’ve run out of diapers due to unexpected blow outs.


5. Multitasking

Friends ask me how I get anything done and my only answer is that I’ve become a seriously skilled multi-tasker. I pump breastmilk while I use the restroom, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put on my makeup after a morning feed (as long as the boys are content on their playmat). I do lunges and squats while filling up my water bottle, waiting on a frozen dinner to heat up, and calming a fussy baby. I do my arm workout for about 5 minutes at the beginning of each nap during the day and I take care of emails from my phone on an afternoon walk. There’s no such thing as down time when you’ve got twins.

6. Snugglenests (co-sleeping)

It’s ridiculous to expect your spouse to get up with you at night when he’s got to work the next day. I’m sorry if that offends you, but it’s just silly. Why should both parents be zombies? My husband sleeps in the guestroom right now and the twins sleep in the bed next to me. I line them up vertically down the center of the bed in their Snugglenests. I keep my nursing pillow at arms reach as well. When they wake up to feed, I pull them out of the nests. pull my pillow over my tummy and put each baby on the breast one at a time. Then I change them, reswaddle, and lay them back down. No muss, no fuss, no wasted time or energy feeling my way to the nursery in the dark. Once they start sleeping longer stretches at night I’ll move them into their cribs and invite my husband back to bed : )


7. Uppababy Vista and Mesa

I made an impulse purchase before the babies were born for some crappy secondhand carseats. They worked when we left the hospital only, but by the time we got in the car again the boys were too big and I had to rethread the straps to resize. It was a nightmare! Both babies screamed frantically as I attempted to get the fit right and they still didn’t feel secure. I immediately went to Buy Buy Baby and purchased two Mesa carseats by Uppababy. They’re lightweight, adjustable with NO rethreading, have cooler fabric, side impact protection, support their head and neck, have sun canopies AND snap into the Vista, which I also purchased. At first we used the bassinet that comes with, but now I use the carseats as the stroller seats and it’s SO easy. Just snap and go!


8. Mamaroo

It’s damn near impossible to calm two fussy babies at the same time safely and efficiently. Occasionally I can scoop them up at the same time and get to a rocking chair, but if one starts squirming or one wants a pacifier, I really need the other hand. In comes the Mamaroo! I have two of these godsends and use them ’round the clock. If both babies are fussy, I swaddle one at a time and place them in the mammaroo. Sometimes I have to bounce back and forth between the two of them until they calm, but they typically calm within minutes in these contraptions and will often fall asleep in them as well. Bonus.


9. Water & intentional snacking

Twin moms who are nursing burn an average of 1000-1500 extra calories per day so it would be easy to just gorge on junk food you know you’re going to burn off. I; however, have tried to be intentional about what I eat from the beginning. Stick to high fat, high protein, high grain, and high nutrient foods to maintain energy, lose unwanted baby weight and increase milk supply. I eat alot of fruit, salads, deli meat on wheat bread, peanut butter, oatmeal, yogurt, nuts, fish, and avocado. Drinking a gallon of water a day is also important to keeping supply going strong, decrease swelling, and flush out postpartum toxins.

10. Don’t be skerred

Don’t be skerred to leave the house! Twins are nuts and unpredictable, but so are babies and so is life. You’ve just got to be as prepared as possible, get out there and go. I try to live my life the same way I did before, only now I’ve got babies in tow. Want to go to a winery? Cool, let me pack some blankets and sunshade. Want to meet for lunch? Meet me at my car and carry in a carseat. Want to go out Friday night? I’ll meet you after 7:00pm so I can put the boys down for bed myself.


PS: Try not to be up in their faces all the time or be worried when they’re wide awake but “alone”. Give them some space to just be for a while and let them entertain themselves. Being awake is super stimulating for a newborn. They don’t need much else right now.


If you’re a new twin mom and people are telling you, “it gets easier”, that’s not true. It doesn’t get easier, but you will get better at it. Taking care of twins has a major learning curve. My boys are my fifth set of twins to care for after I was a twin nanny for several years. I knew what I needed to do before they were even born. So, take my advice and apply what you can. You’ll soon find yourself a master twin mom!

Stay gold, 

That Girl

Their First Week of Life: The Saga Continued

I packed my hospital bag weeks in advance with everything I wanted for my boys. I packed a few organic cotton outfits, Honest Co. diapers, organic body wash for their first bath and coconut oil for those first tarry diaper changes I knew to expect. I imagined myself up at night in the hospital singing to my babies, nursing them, and holding them close to me skin to skin for hours.

But…when you code on the delivery table nearly losing your life and one of your babies is born blue…the first week of life looks very different.


Waking up in recovery without my husband or my babies was a very odd experience. It felt like pregnancy was just a dream, delivery was only a nightmare, and although my body appeared to have been to hell and back, there weren’t any babies to confirm I was now a mother.

I kept my composure in recovery just long enough to find out the status of my health, the babies’ health, and get the gaps filled in from passing out in the OR to that current moment. I had tried to maintain some control in a helpless situation by sending my doula up to the NICU with my clothes and diapers only to find out the babies can’t use any personal belongings until they’re discharged from the NICU. This broke my heart. It was hard enough knowing they were being poked for IVs, attached to monitors with stickers on their fresh baby skin, and getting who knows how many heel sticks in their perfect pink feet, but to know I can’t even control what they wear, or are wrapped in, or even what kind of diapers they’re wearing…c’mon! I gave birth to these babies! I own them! I don’t have a say so in their first hours of life?!

Heart break. Heart hurts. Can’t breathe. Give me my babies. Try not to freak out.

As soon as I was moved to a Mother/Baby room I had to know, “When do I get to see my babies?”

The blase answer of, “Oh, surely you can see them some time tomorrow, but for now you need to rest”, was NOT good enough for me. I scoffed and responded, “Um, no. I’ll see them today. What will it take for me to get to the NICU?”

I was only 6 hours post-op and it’s not exactly advised to get out of bed and travel 6 floors to hold your 8lb babies after major abdminal surgery, but there was no holding me back any longer. I requested dilaudid be administered in my IV immediately, which is basically a human tranquilizer, but moms have done crazier things for their babies. I waited a couple of hours for the initial “holy crap I’ve been hit by an 18 wheeler” effect to wear off and then I requested a clinical assistant and a wheelchair. Between the CA, my mom, and my husband, I was able to get out of bed, creep one foot at a time across the floor using my toes to pull each foot forward, and get into a seated position. This effort took about 20-30 minutes and will forever be remembered as the most excrutiating 20 minutes of my life except for the labor itself.

Heart break. Heart hurts. Can’t breathe. Give me my babies. Try not to freak out.

 Once I got up to the NICU and saw my sweet, perfectly healthy, beautiful baby boys I felt at peache. Whew! They’re okay. I held Cash first and introduced myself knowing by the warmth of our skins touching that he already knew who I was. Cannon was next and he looked so much like me it was like we’d known each other forever. I sang, “Can’t help falling in love with you” quietly” and stroked their hair.


What happened in the following days was not as ethereal…

I got up again the following day hoping to feed both of the boys, but after I got Cash to latch I heard “Vail mama” on the intercom and knew I’d been paged from the unit below. I was being summoned for a CT scan. I went back down to my room and sat for 2 hours waiting to be transferred. I could have held my babies for those 2 hours!

The CT scan only took 20 minutes, but by now it’d been 3 hours since I’d seen the boys. A voicemail on my phone crushed me to my core. The NICU had left a voicemail telling me my boys were hungry wondering where their mother was. Seriously?! I’m healing! I’m in recovery! I was pulled away for a scan to find out why my body crashed yesterday, why my spleen is enlarged, why my kidneys are failing! In retrospect I’m sure they didn’t realize how hurtful their phrasing was, but that voicemail made me feel like I had failed my boys as a mother on day 2 of their life. Following a nervous breakdown, my husband helped me hand express a few millileters of colostrum into a syringe and rushed it upstairs to the NICU.


Of course colostrum would only satisfy them for so long. Eventually the phone calls came in asking me for permission to give the boys formula. Again, I failed. My body was too hurt, too weak to produce milk fast enough to feed my babies.

Heart break. Heart hurts. Can’t breathe. Give me my babies. Try not to freak out.

Obviously I didn’t want my babies to starve so I permitted formula, but I requested my mother or my husband be the ones to feed. So that’s what they did. At 8, 11, 2, and 5 around the clock, my mother or my husband fed Cash. I couldn’t bear the thought of my baby bonding with a new stranger every day over bottles, but knowing he had my mom or his dad made me feel better. It was far too painful physically for me to get to the NICU more than once a day for 20-30 minutes.


Cannon was only in the NICU at his father’s request so that Cash not be alone. Once Cash was stable they discharged Cannon to me. Immediately when we were brought together he latched to my breast and wouldn’t get off. We stayed like this for what felt like days. He needed me and I needed him. I stared at him for hours. The doctors had told me by now that the CT scan revealed a potentially fatal ovarian blood clot and that I’d need to give myself injections for the next 6 months “hoping” to dissolve it. They’d also confirmed my diagnosis of HELLP syndrome AND as if those things weren’t tragic enough to digest, my ObGyn advised me not to have any more babies.

So, to sum up: you almost died yesterday, you still might die now, and you can’t have any more babies.


Heart break. Heart hurts. Can’t breathe. Give me my babies and let me go home. Freak out.

I sent my mother home to rest that night so my husband could stay with me. Around 1:30 in the morning I felt my hands go numb and my legs start to shake. Then my teeth started chattering and suddenly my entire body was convulsing. In between breaths I tried to call for Cloudy but I couldn’t get my voice loud enough to wake him. I pulled the nurses button from the wall to alert them I needed help. They came rushing in and checked my vital signs.

“Chelsea, your temperature is fine. Your heart rate is fine. Your blood pressure is fine. You’re okay,” said the nurse as she held my hand and gently massaged my arm. I felt myself relax. After a while I looked over at her, tears in my eyes, terrified and asked, “Did I just have a panic attack?”

Yup. I did. I freaked. Blame it on the pain killers, blame it on postpartum hormnes, but I give credit to the stress of trying to cope with the fact that only 48 hours before I almost lost my life, leaving my husband to care for the two most precious babies in the universe that came so close to never knowing who I was. I had a baby 6 floors away from me being poked and prodded and held by strangers all day. I had another baby permanently attached to my body who I feared was being traumatized every time the staff had to pull him away from me so I could eat, drink, or get rest. My husband was exhausted. My mother was exhausted. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept more than 2 hours a night in over a week. I had reached the breaking point and I broke.

In the days that followed I would go to the NICU to try to see Cash, having left Cannon behind in the nursery, and each time it got harder for me. The nurses knew my baby better than me. It hurt physically to hold him, but it also crushed me emotionally. I started to feel like this was Cloudy’s baby that I was visiting. I think my mind and my heart had slipped into self-preservation mode. I could not emotionally attach to this baby yet because I could not emotionally handle being apart from him knowing that others were caring for him. It would’ve hurt too much.

But then one day Cash had been moved to a different pod of the NICU, a much less crowded, more intimate area of the NICU. I weeled in next to him, positioned myelf in a recliner to nurse him and had mentally prepared myself that he may reject the breast after a few moments as he had started to prefer the faster pace of a bottle. The nurse put him in my arms and she said, “Oh wow! That’s the lowest his heart rate has been all day. He knows his mom.” And the rest is history! I was hooked. My baby boy knew me! He wanted me and Lord, I wanted him SO badly too.


The days and hours of their first week are kind of fuzzy but I had started to look forward to the day of discharge as though it were Christmas morning. I stayed in a miserable nesting room the night I was discharged with Cannon because we didn’t want to go home and be away from Cash. My mother slept in a wheelchair with her head against the door. We couldn’t wait to get home.

The morning of discharge a social worker stopped by to “check in on me” aka accuse me of bonding with Cannon over Cash, tell me the staff was concerned I was in too much pain to provide basic baby care, and they were worried I was experiencing the “baby blues” and couldn’t handle the pressure of going home “just yet”. Oh, this pissed me off! Sorry, bitch, my stomach was cut open last week, I’ve only been allowed 30 minutes a day with one baby while I’ve had the other on my breast 24 hours a day, and I haven’t been performing “basic baby care” because I own a damn baby care business and don’t need to prove myself to you!

I didn’t actually say any of those things of course because that may have confirmed my crazy. Instead I just smiled and asked what needed to be done. She advised me to walk to the NICU, rather than go in a wheelchair, change a diaper at the bedside, nurse him, and discuss his discharge care with his doctors. “Okay, you got it”.

I used my biceps and shoulders to pull my body towards the top of the bed so I could start from more of a seated position. I pushed myself out of bed and despite the stitch in my side and the blinding cramping in my midsection, I forced myself to walk to the elevator to the 8th floor and into the NICU. This journey took all that I had and I felt myself getting hotter and weaker by the moment. I thought it was just the pain of trying to move my 20lb fluid filled legs without use of my abs, but when I got to the NICU and signed in they checked my temperature and it read 101.6. DENIED! After all of that, they wouldn’t grant me access to see my baby.

Long story short, I still had some sort of infection; however, the hospital would no longer treat me because I had been discharged. So, now I had a choice. I could either go to the ER and request to be readmitted OR I could travel 1/4 mile by wheelchair to my Ob/Gyn office just for an antibiotic prescription. Choice a would keep me away from home AND both babies so I opted for choice b. My poor mother pushed me and Cannon a quarter mile against the wind in the cold down 34th street from 38th and Lamar for a prescription that could’ve just as easily been called in! I covered my poor baby with as many blankets as I could find, but the trek over the speed bumps was more than my body could handle. With each bump or curve I would squeeze Cannon tighter and shriek inside.


Why did this all need to happen? What message was the universe trying to send me? Why couldn’t I just be given my babies and a week in Costa Rica to recover?I’ll never understand why their first week of life was so trying, so painful, so emotionally taxing. I’ll always mourn the peaceful beginning so many families have, but I’ve always cherished every waking moment with them since that week.

Every kiss, every sniff of their head, every wiggle of their tiny pink fingers and toes is all the more precious to me. I never want to take a single moment for granted and I’ve been thrown into this new role knowing that she was right when “mama said they’ll be days like this”…

Stay gold, 

That Girl


The Orbit Baby 360 is My Jam

Yes, it’s pricey. Yes, it’s a “luxury item”. Yes, it’s the ONLY stroller on the market that has even the potential of making a twin mom’s life a wee bit easier. No, I will NOT settle for anything less. 

It may sound totally bratty, but I have no intentions of using any stroller other than the Orbit Baby 360 G3 Travel System for my twins. This stroller is my jam and any mom with twins, or expecting twins, will feel the same way once they discover the amazeballs features.


Most double strollers are WIDE and built horizontal, not vertical. The Orbit Baby design is streamlined so it takes up the same amount of space on the sidewalk, going through doorways, and while shopping, as a single stroller. Have you ever watched a mom using a BOB or a double City Mini try to get through the door at the mall? She’s got a better chance of sprouting wings and flying through the door than she does of getting through without assistance.


The seats on the Orbit Baby 360 rotate 360 degrees (hence the “360”). Why is this amazing for a twin mom? Because, as infants, both babies can be rear facing and maintain eye contact with mom to avoid external stimulation (which can be very overwhelming to newborns). Or, babies can be facing one another once they’re old enough to desire interaction with their twin. Third, they could be both facing outward when they’re ready to observe the world and passersby. Or, lastly, they can be turned to face the table when you stop at a cafe, or restaurant, and you prefer not to wrestle them both into a shaky (and likely dirty) high chair or wake them up from the first decent nap they’ve had in days. Winning!

No need to buy extra seats!

The seats for the Orbit Baby 360 stroller are the carseats! Simply load babies into the carseat, snap into the base of the car, and drive to your destination. When you get there, take the carseat from the base and snap into the stroller. Ta-da, you’re ready to go! Not only is this a money saver, but it’s also a space saver. The only thing in your trunk now is the frame; not a big, bulky, gargantuan double stroller.

One Handed Fold

I’ve been a nanny for enough families, and been out and about with enough mom friends, to know that opening and closing most strollers can be a huge pain in the ass! “Hold this button with your left hand, push this part in and pull up with your right hand. Use your knee to push in while standing on your head and rocking side to side reciting the alphabet”. Sound familiar? That’s how I feel sometimes when a friend is telling me how to use her stroller. The Orbit Baby 360 has a simple one handed fold. Again…easiest for twin moms!

  • Great turning radius!
  • Quadshock suspension!
  • Papazzi shield!
  • Cupholders!
  • Great under carriage storage!
  • Chic design!
  • Quality fabric!

I love the Orbit Baby 360 G3 Travel System and can’t wait to shop around the city I heart with my two boys in tow! Get yours now!