Todays Back to Blogging assignment is to re-upload a post that you wish more people had read and explain why it was important to you.

This post reminds me that even when you think all hope is lost, when you feel as though you are ready to give up that you never know what lies ahead of you. I experienced an honest to God miracle and I am fortunate to have two very special reminders that no matter what anything is possible.
When I was struggling to have children I felt so alone and isolated. I didn't know anyone who was going through infertility and I didn't have anyone that could understand how much I wanted to be a mother. I wrote this post for several reasons one was to celebrate the twins and the other was so that just maybe someone that was going through a difficulty or struggle would be able to find hope in my experience.

Heckle and Jeckle and realizing that somethings are
meant to be~

The one thing that I always knew I wanted to do in life was be a mom. After years of struggles and issues and having my sweet little Rorie I managed to get pregnant again. However, the universe had other plans and my sweet little angel was never meant to be mine. I still remember very vividly the pain and despair I felt, the loss that still goes with me sometimes. I had never before nor since felt that kind of pain and those closest to me know that I completely fell apart. My life and marriage was in shambles and then September 11 happened and every ones lives were turned upside down, things that seemed important evaporated in the aftermath and something else happened too. Those of us that were on the outside looking in were able to count our blessings and put our lives in order. In November my Husband started talking about trying to have another baby. I was against it, I was still having such a hard time coping with the feelings of my lost little baby, November was when my baby would have been born and I was so afraid to try again. After the first of the year hubs began to bring it up again and I was still very resistant. Valentines day was quickly approaching and Hubs was getting more persistent I told him I had no desire to go through the medicine and shots the rigorous schedules the temperature taking and tracking. So I gave in on a few conditions it was a one shot deal I agreed to try one more time. No medicine, no charts, absolutely nothing and if it didn't work I would never try again. I can honestly say I just knew it wouldn't work, Hubs had the flu and I had no idea if I could even ovulate on my own so I was feeling pretty confident at that point that I would have RoRo as my one and only. This is the point in which God laughed and I don't mean chuckled, I mean fell on the floor rolling around nearly pee your pants laughing, because a few weeks later I threw up and not just once. So of course the husband runs to the store to buy the pee test at which point I was furious because Lord knows I had single-handedly kept EPT in business for years and you can't buy just one so he came home with several. I waited a few days and convinced myself it was a stomach flu until I was late. So I took the tests all of them and the all came out positive. I was in shock and scared. I knew not to get my hopes up so I called the doc and went in for the tests. The first blood tests showed very low numbers so I was prepared for the worst and over the next two weeks I went in every few days for more blood work and on the final day Doc says, I think we need an ultrasound. I thought to myself, here we go again. We got ready, got a baby sitter for Ro and went to the Doctor. I assumed the position on the table and the hubby grabbed a chair and in comes the sweet little ultrasound tech and finds the babies, yes I said babies, there were originally three but there sat in my belly two little heartbeats strong and healthy. Needless to say Hubs nearly passed out and all I could do was cry there they were my two little babies. After a difficult pregnancy and a tense seven months my babies were born my little man at 5lbs and 6oz and my princess Lyla 3lbs and 1 oz. We were so blessed, they were able to come home after only two weeks even though everyone thought it would be months, they defied the odds. In just a few weeks they will be 7 years old. It doesn't seem like seven years. They are amazing little people . They are funny and infuriating, strong and sensitive they are each others opposites. They have balance and they bring us all more entertainment than anyone should have. And each time I look at them I remind myself that no matter how bad something seems, you never know what waiting around the corner for you and that there is so much truth in the saying, "When one door closes, another one opens".




This post is written to play along with SITS and their Back to Blogging event.
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This week, I will be taking a look back at what got me blogging in the first place and get back to the root of blogging and that is making connections with people.
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I know, I know it's Tuesday but frankly I was too exhausted last night to get my post up. So here is the short version.

I love my kids and I have evidently loved them so much that I have made them completely incapable of taking care of themselves. They are little pigs. There room is a disaster area.  I have asked them repeatedly to clean it and sometimes they do ( their version of clean is hide everything so I can't see it and call it clean) or they complain that its just too hard to clean it. Really, isn't cleaning your room just making a mess in reverse? And you didn't have any trouble making the mess so I would have to assume that it is within your capabilities to do the reverse and clean it. Yeah well a Mom can dream right? So yesterday I donned the hasmat suit and decided that enough was enough and went in to help them clean there room. They are seven, at seven years old I had chores lots of them. Mine have very few until recently, anyway the me helping clean the room turned into me cleaning the room with the help of Little R who is evidently on a quest to be the best child in the world, while Middle K could care less he was off playing in the yard.  After several hours I finally called in the reinforcements - my bestie - Loco YaYa and we managed to get it completely knocked out. Now needless to say they have been informed that the next thing on the ground hits the trash but I have a feeling that one is going to take a few times to sink in.  So here I am after a very restless night feeling like I got hit by a train, but at least there room is clean.

After a very busy week last week I have finally managed a little time out. Not by choice though. Once again I have run my body ragged so here I sit folding laundry which just happens to be the least painful thing I can do. My mom always says " if you don't slow down, you'll fall down!" So yes here I am admiting that she is right.. for now.
Christmas was good this year, here we are in the new house surrounded (litteraly) by all of our friends and adopted family. The kids were all happy with their gifts even though this year I didn't go all out. We added two new members to the family Buckley and Ella. The kids were so excited that not much else mattered. 
The best gift I got this year was everything, the laughter, and giggles sprinkled with hugs and kisses.  I am working on my "space issues" and the hugs are getting a little easier. I am still working on my New Years resolutions, trying not to give in to my strong impulses to resolve not to resolve.  The list is long and I am trying not to chicken out and only put the ones on there that I know I can keep up with. 
I am looking forward to friday, one of my best friends is coming for a visit. I haven't seen her in years and I was so excited when she called and said she  was coming for a visit.
The kids are going to be out of school for another week and a half so hopefully I will keep hanging on. I've been trying desperately to keep the house pickedup to no avail. I am not sure what it is about a clean room that makes the kids want to mess it up. I was so proud yesterday looking at my last basket of laundry to be folded. Ahh but the munchkins had left me a surprise in the much hated built in laundry bin in the house that I keep forgetting is there, 4 more loads of dirty laundry, oh the joys of having kids who change clothes 3 times a day and only use a towel once! Now if only the laundry fairy would hurry up and get to my house I would be doing great!