Moxie is defined as having spirit and courage.
Although I would like to think that I exercise Moxie on a regular basis, the truth is that I'm not at all sure that I do. If there was ever a time in my life that I feel that I exibited Moxie, it would have to be during my twins' pregnancy. It was the most stressful, isolating, scary, emotionally taxing period of time I hope to ever live through. I know that I got through it with help, but I also like to think that it was my spirit and courage that got me through it sane, with the decision firmly made that our family was complete.
Our last familial addition was by 20 perfect little toes. I'm thankful that those 20 toes combined with the 30 perfect little toes we had at home. I have 50 toes of varying kid sizes in my home now, and that makes me very, very happy. And content. You see, 5 children is enough for me.
Not because I don't love kids, especially my own, but because we made the decision that our family was complete while I was pregnant with the twins. I should really say that I pushed the decision, and Jeff supported me in it, which will always mean the world to me.
He wanted more children, and frankly still does, I think. But I don't. And he respects that.
I feel like my hands are full and my heart is happy with our little 5.
But that's not all. While I was going through my last pregnancy it was so emotionally taxing that I felt strongly that I couldn't do it again. Even if someone could have given me a crystal ball and told me that I would have a easy pregnancy with absolutely zero complications, I couldn't do it, and I still feel that way today, almost 4 years later.
From the time I was 17 weeks pregnant until my babies were born 16 weeks later, I was a nervous wreck. (To read about why, visit
here.) I felt emotions that are impossible to describe. I felt blessed beyond measure to be carrying TWO babies, yet I felt like my pregnancy was a ticking time bomb. I just didn't know if the bomb was active or a dud. I knew that if I lost the babies life would go on and I would be comforted. At the same time, I could barely bear the thought of not having my babies. At any given second my babies could have been wreaking havoc on each other in utero, and I was powerless to stop them. I felt utterly and totally helpless. And very few people understood. It was a very isolating time.
That pregnancy came after pregnancy #2 where baby was born with a virus I passed on to her and an induced labor where her heartrate was abnormally high for too long. And pregnancy #3 where baby had an irregular unbilical cord (2 vessels instead of 3) that caused many days of stress and fear, a CF scare and hospitalization as an infant.
Back to the the last pregnancy though. I made the decision to have aggressive inpatient monitoring for my babies. It was the best thing for them, but whether it was the best thing for our family I didn't know. I had no idea how my children and husband would deal with having me gone for more than 2 months.
I exercised a lot of faith that my family would be taken care of. I prayed constantly for the peace of mind that would tell me everything would work out well. That if it didn't I would be able to go on. I trusted that if I did everything in my power to ensure my babies made it until their scheduled premature birthday, I would get through anything. Or that if they didn't, that I did all that I could and that I would still have the strength (courage?) to get through all the other things life threw my way.
Except another pregnancy. The thought of ever being pregnant again made me, um.... more than anxious.
And that sort of puts the cap on 5.
My hands are full, but my heart is fuller. And I feel content. I think that making that decision took courage and spirit.
Besides, we are already being eaten out of house and home.
Moxie? I think so.
And speaking of Moxie.........I'm off to see what Moxie Mona is up to today. I have a feeling she's been having a really, really good time!
Thursday, September 24
Kentucky: Alas 3 Lads
Michigan: Buried With Children
Indiana: Adventures in Babywearing
Ohio: Chefdruck Musings
West Virginia: My Life As It Should Be Virginia: Lulaville Pennsylvania: Stacy’s Random Thoughts, Feels Like Home, and My iRish Twins Maryland: parenting BY dummies, and Barely Domestic
After visiting the remaining seven states Mona will be returning, exhausted I'm sure, to the Golden State (that would be California) for a little R and R. On this day you can participate and link up to Give Me Your Best Shot hosted by Better In Bulk. You will be asked to show your best shot using super hero photos from past holidays, pictures of your kids dressing up, etc. Don't forget to enter my fab giveaways this week. You can find the links in my right side bar.
I know. What does a kid swimming with two sets of floaties have to do with Fall? Well, let me tell you. Fall is still swimming season here. Last week it was in the high 90's all week. Doesn't feel much like Autumn during the day, but it is starting to cool off at night.
I'm guessing that the leaves on the trees around here (like this Japanese maple) haven't received the memo that it's Fall yet on account of the warm weather. 
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