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About Megan Clark

My name is Megan, I'm 26 years young and I was born and mostly raised in Mississippi. I met my husband 10 years ago this past September and we have three handsome little boys. I am a formerly a Registered Nurse, currently a stay at home / work at home mama and Young Living Essential Oils fanatic! I'm working daily to be a better, more positive *me* and can't wait to blog my way through the Life With The Clark's!

TWINS Part Two {12.10.2017}

If you read my last post, you know that there was a bit of exciting news! TWINS! Yay! Here’s part two of that story … Daddy’s Reaction!

1+1=2+3=5 … I’m still having a difficult time wrapping my head around this little addition problem! And that’s the most basic math I’ve done since our oldest started grade school. We are about to make a huge jump from three to five kiddos and four of those are going to be under 3 years old.

You probably have an urge to start saying prayers for us and that is totally okay and appreciated. Specific prayers would be that our oldest embraces his role as the oldest, our Little’s will accept the fact that they’re *both* about to be middle children and that they’d decide to potty train successfully! Otherwise, we’re going to have four Clark kids in diapers. The pocketbook is NOT ready for that.

Now, we left off with my reaction when I learned we were having two “Baby Cows” instead of one. I’ll pick up here where Mister C had the news broken to him.

As soon as we saw the ultrasound screen, Dr. P asked if I wanted to FaceTime my hubs. I sarcastically laugh-cry explained that I had a Samsung and he had an iPhone and probably some other nonsense and that I’d just go tell him immediately after leaving her office.

On the way out to the mamavan, I thought of clever ways I should tell the once again expectant daddy-0 he’s getting two more offspring … without sending him into cardiac arrest. The only thing I could clearly think was to type out, “I need you to meet me at the gate at work. It’s about my appointment.”

Little did I know, my man was mentally preparing a miscarriage speech as he awaited my arrival. We have experienced loss in miscarriage before our oldest was conceived then again between the first and second boys and those were just as hard on his heart as they were on mine. He assumed that since I needed to come see him, we had lost our pregnancy and I didn’t want to tell him over the phone. Makes me appreciate his sensitive side, because he was prepping his heart as he prepared himself to comfort mine.

Little did HE know, I had bigger news than he was prepared for. When I arrived in the parking lot, I hit the “Record” button on my phone camera so that I could catch his surely overwhelmed reaction. His reaction was hilarious but it probably won’t be portrayed as hilarious with me typing it out, so don’t be offended!

My man, with worried eyes, got in the front seat of the mamavan with M and O in the back hollering “Hey, Daddy, Hey!!” I wanted Miller to tell his daddy exactly what the doctor saw … we had even practiced saying “Mama has TWO Baby Cows in her belly!” But he could only get out, “I want to go swimming at the beach,” or something along those lines. HA! Oh to be a toddler again.

Since my plan of the adorable toddler telling our news was a bust, I handed the ultrasound printout to my husband as he kind of gasped / laughed / sighed / questioned what exactly he was seeing. When he realized there were two little peanuts and not just one, he just started shaking his head and saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no… Why, why, why, why, why, why???” He also was making some crazy growling sound and I clearly remember asking him if he was just going to keep growling. Haha. Like I said, his reaction was probably not the best first reaction, but I’m pretty sure his thought process immediately veered off to “how in the world are we going to afford FIVE kids.. FOUR in diapers?!” Because that’s what most men do, they analyze the money side of things and then process the rest. I have it all on a recording on an SD card that I need to go ahead and upload to YouTube to have forever.

I’m pretty sure as we left his work he had a little internal breakdown, but he was sure to snap a photo of the ultrasound before we left so he could let it soak in and also show the guys what the big deal was about meeting me at the gate so suddenly. I’m also pretty sure I remember him not wanting to talk to me for about three days after *the news* and every time he looked at me he grumbled out, “Urgh, twins.” HAHA. {Babies, if you read this in the future, your daddy DOES love you and is so excited for your arrival!! He’s even trying to stay on the up & up with the newest products!}

As much as we wanted to keep this news to ourselves for as long as possible, we decided to go ahead and tell our families. I’ll be honest because by this point I really don’t remember if anyone except for a few of our friends that we see in person on a daily basis knew we were expecting. I know we didn’t tell anyone we were pregnant when we came for my niece’s birthday party in August, so I’m thinking we held off until after finding out there were twins?! I’m sure my mama will remind me once she reads this!

{It was kind of humorous seeing my social networking circles debate if this “Pregnant Oils Lady” costume was real of not!}

When we told our parents and siblings, I wanted to get their reactions so I recorded as many of them as I could on my phone as we FaceTime’d on the iPad, something else I need to get onto YouTube for the kids in the future. In an ideal world, we’d have told everyone face to face, however, living six hours away made us have to change our announcement plans… and we knew we would not be able to make it much longer without blabbing the news out over the phone.

So here we are now, twenty-three weeks along. We found out I was pregnant at the first of August around four weeks and this has been a whirlwind of a pregnancy ride! Seems like I’ve been pregnant forever and will be pregnant forevermore, but I know these last months will zip by before our eyes! What an exciting new journey we’re on growing our family with the little cabooses!

TWINS. {12.8.2017}

Well, I guess I should have updated with a new post sooner than a month after our H U G E announcement! We’re not just pregnant, we’re having TWINS! Yes, we’re adding twins to our family. This news is still extremely hard for me to grasp. I’m not handling parenting very well these days with the two toddlers trying to run the house and a second grader whose homework is just as hard as any nursing school assignment I ever had, so learning the news of twins was not something my heart was quite prepared to take on.

You want to know the funny story of finding out about us expecting twins? Mmmkay I’m going to write it right here.

I have had three babies, so bringing my husband to the initial doctor’s appointment is not something that we do religiously. He barely made it to the last two pregnancy appointments since he was out of town working, so being the “super strong mama I am” I knew I could do it on my own.

Me and the Littles walked into the new doctors office in our new city and state for the very first second time knowing I was about 10 weeks along; it was my second time because I had an initial visit with the nurse practitioner a few weeks prior. I was nervous meeting a new doctor and really just wanted to see our little peanut and then quickly break it to my new doc that I had decided on a homebirth and found an amazing midwife who said I had to see a doctor before I could continue midwifery care. THAT was my plan … see the doctor, be released as “healthy,” and continue my pregnancy with a midwife.

HA. Plans. I’ve never made a “birth plan” before so starting this entire shindig with a plan kind of derailed the idea of me ever trying for a plan. Not a planner, apparently not going to start being one now.

Back to the story. I was laid up on the doctors office bed with Oliver sitting in his stroller and Miller sitting in the pretty flower chair, both still coloring on their pages they got from the waiting room and asking about seeing the “Baby Cow” in mama’s belly.

Finally, the time had come, our doctor entered the room and sweet as could be introduced herself. We small-talked about my kids and what pregnancy this was. I couldn’t hold it in about a homebirth, so I went ahead and started blabbering out how I was so excited to deliver with a midwife for my last little one. How delivering at home would be so personal and I have a few friends who have had successful homebirths in the last year. Dr. P was so kind about it and just said, “Well, let’s just take a look and see what we’ve got!”

Here’s where it gets funny. Because Mister C and I had been to the midwife who was to follow this pregnancy a few weeks before my OB appointment and he was NOT on board for a delivery at home. He wasn’t totally against it and I’m sure I could have swayed him over to my side, but it was something I could tell he had his reservations about. I’m pretty sure this is where he prayed that I would not be able to have a homebirth.

So Dr. P got the ultrasound wand out and we got personal, HA! Every woman who’s been to the OB/GYN knows they like to get very personal. She was looking in my already ballooned-up uterus and we saw the sweet little fetus when all of a sudden I blinked and there were TWO. Say whaaaaat?! I literally asked her, “OH my GOODness, did you just hit a button that duplicated the baby?!” She kind of grinned and giggled and calmly answered with a soft spoken, “No, looks like there’s twins!”

Cue cussing. Well, not quite cussing, my Littles were sitting right there, so I started the *S* word then had to stop myself and explain that I wanted to cuss and I wanted to cry but I wasn’t really sure what emotion to let out! {Looking back, I was probably a bit dramatic!} She kept looking and measuring and our sweet babies had great little heartbeats and she could tell that they were in separate sacks. She was surprised I made it this far without coming to the doctor and the babies were as healthy as they were! Shoot, I was surprised, too!! After a few several minutes of trying to calm myself down and squinting my eyes up at the printouts of our newest additions, we made our way to the checkout desk and with a deer-in-headlights look, I made my next appointment. With the OB. Not my midwife. Apparently it’s against the law to have a twin homebirth in Louisiana.

Now, my midwife is as precious as can be and we have stayed in touch and I will start seeing her again in a few weeks to prepare for her to be my doula and hospital delivery advocate when the big day comes. I mean, I’m having two babies instead of one and I’m sure that’s going to require more assistance than my husband eating snacks on the sidelines while I push, el oh el.

For now, I’m going to remain in the sarcasm phase of acceptance, but stay tuned to hear about the Mister’s reaction to our big news and our most frequently asked question! Feels so good to have a laptop to start writing my thoughts out again. Xo.