Megan Woolsey and Alison Lee
Author Bio
Megan Woolsey resides in Northern California with a very supportive husband and a wild bunch of red-headed children – a set of triplets and their big sister. She is a writer, editor, and avid movie watcher who began er journey into the professional world with her blog The Hip Mothership. Megan has been published in The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, BLUNTMoms, BonBon Break, and is an essayist in two anthologies.
Alison Lee is a writer, editor, and mother of four including boy/ girl twins. In her non-existent free time, she writes about parenting and self-care (ironically). Alison lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia with her accidentally large family.
Description
Megan Woolsey and Alison Lee conceived Multiples Illuminated to shed light on the world of raising multiples.
They wanted to write this book to offer the parents of multiples around the world something delicious to indulge in. There are words of wisdom and personal stories that we hope will inspire them and make them proud to be a part of the world of multiples.
Multiples Illuminated dives deep into the world of raising multiples with beautiful stories and helpful advice. In it, you will find essays on:
· Infertility help and hope
· Finding out and coping with a multiples pregnancy
· Stories of labor and delivery
· Stories from the NICU
· Breastfeeding best practices for multiples
· Surviving the infant and toddler stages
Multiples Illuminated is a compelling collection of stories from writers and parents of multiples, as well as expert advice that is a must-have for all parents and grandparents of multiples. Having multiples is one of the most wonderful and challenging experiences you will have in your life. Whether you’re expecting multiples, or a few years into the multiples club, you will find stories you love in Multiples Illuminated.
Book excerpt
Excerpt from Extreme Pregnancy by Eileen Manion.
The technician turned the monitor around so I could see the screen. With her index finger, she pointed to what she claimed were three fetal heartbeats. I remained unconvinced.
“I’ll get a doctor.” Maybe she was annoyed that I didn’t believe her.
She returned in a few minutes with a thin, elderly gentleman in a white coat. The two of them gazed intently at the screen.
“Those are the first triplets we’ve had since we got this new equipment.” The doctor looked impressed. Both of them seemed so pleased with the achievement of their state-of-the-art machine that they’d forgotten all about me.
“Can I survive this pregnancy?” I asked.
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re healthy. You’ll be fine.”
To me, he sounded very cavalier: what did he know about my health? He’d barely glanced at me in his intent pleasure with the hospital’s new technology.
“We haven’t had many triplets on the Island. Only two sets that I remember.” The doctor was still chatting with the ultrasound technician, leaving me to climb off the table and pull up my pants.
That question about drugs—she’d meant fertility, not recreational. No. I hadn’t taken those either. I was so convinced that I’d been rendered infertile by scarring from a bad case of pelvic inflammatory disease in the early 1970s that I’d stopped worrying about birth control several years earlier.
All that was running through my mind as I staggered out of the hospital to tell my partner, Norman, the news.
“You’re going to think I’m joking, but I’m not.”
Since neither of us knew anything about multiples, we headed straight to Charlottetown’s largest bookstore and bought the only volume they had on twins and triplets. Most of the book was about twins; all sorts of studies had been done on twins, but triplets? Not much. It occurred to me that there just hadn’t yet been enough of them for psychologists and other researchers to study. Twins often appear in myth, fiction, and fable, but triplets?
After I’d read enough about the risks of triplet pregnancy and premature birth, I surmised that before the existence of modern neonatal ICUs, not many triplets survived to make it into myth or fiction or history. Unless you count the Fates, or the Trinity—God as triplets?
When friends heard news of my extreme pregnancy, they were amused by the cosmic joke. I was probably the least kid-savvy person in my social circle. Whenever colleagues had children, I always offered to babysit to help out the new parents, but none ever asked me to do it more than once. I took this as a sign of my ineptitude. In truth, I was frightened of babies. They seemed fragile, unpredictable, and smelly. You couldn’t discuss novels with them or even gossip, so my limited repertoire of social interaction was useless.
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