Mothership
I was the person who only wanted two children and scoffed at those who had more. To me, two kids, and two parents equated to a perfect manageable parenting scenario. I was the mom who was thinking of calling it quits after having my first child and discovering motherhood was way harder than I could have ever imagined. Yet, one child just wasn’t in my life plan. As my husband and I struggled to have a sibling for our daughter, we turned to fertility treatments.
Triplets weren’t in our life plan either, but life is all about adapting and making new dreams. This blog is about my unexpected life raising triplets and their big sister in a time of iPads and iPhones, helicopter parenting and heavy competition to create successful children.
At 30 weeks I was admitted to the hospital where I sat for three weeks trying to keep my babies inside my body. After inhaling countless cranberry juices and jellos, I decided I should find myself another hobby… and this is when the Mothership was born. Why the Mothership? Because I was as big as a ship – a mother vessel carrying three babies on an incredible journey to places unknown. Would we all survive this journey?
Before becoming a mommy I lived in San Diego with my husband and I worked as a freelance writer for various trade publications. Now I use my writing skills to document the funny, frustrating, lovely and depressing emotional aspects of being a mom.
I adore my children, even when they are driving me crazy. When I’m not childrearing or blogging, I like to practice hot yoga, travel (when I can), cook, read, watch movies, go to dinner with Mr. Mothership, drink wine and spend as much time as possible in the sun.
If I could have any career in the world I would be a travel writer.
If you take anything away from my blog that sparks an emotional response, answers a question, or makes you laugh, then the Mothership has succeeded. Above all, I hope you find value in the honesty of my stories.
Mr. Mothership
This is my husband. He is the father of all of these children. Most days he can be found in his home office on the telephone. When not working, Chris loves fine wine, technology of any kind, spending time with his family and playing basketball. He is really a first-class husband and dad – not everyone can be the father of all these kids and still keep a smile on their face (most of the time).
A unique quality of Chris’ is that he is a reader and writer of poetry. He has enough black and white composition books filled with poetry to rival the works of Emily Dickenson or Walt Whitman. What he will do with them is another story.
Chris and I have been married for 12 years, and in that time we have traveled all over the world together. We have been to South Africa, Czech Republic, France, London, Italy, and Germany, to name a few.
Now we travel to places like the zoo, Marine World, outdoor parks, bouncetown and the mall.
Chris and I met at Stenner Glen in San Luis Obispo in 1992. This picture is us with our dorm building #7 friends when Chris and I hardly even knew each other. We were 18. Chris suffered from very poor fashion sense and I gained the freshman 15 pounds about two months into the college experience. Yes, that is a beer in my hand, and it looks like a very poor quality one at that. I don’t even like beer. I still talk to all the people in this picture, which is pretty cool. A year from when this picture is taken, Chris and I begin dating.
The rest is history.
