Today I had my 6 week post-partum checkup. I went to see the Dr I had to see when my regular Dr went on maternity leave. Since she's a little new to me, I don't know too much about her. At one of my last appointments before Back Seat Boy was born, she did mention to me that she has twins, but other than that, I have no clue about her personal life.
So, we are doing the regular chatting about contraception, how I'm feeling, how it's going at home, bla, bla, bla. We were having the "it's a real juggling act" talk right before she was going to leave the room (probably because I had to keep telling Back Seat Girl to let the Dr finish talking and to, um, stay up by my head and hold mommy's hand while Back Seat Boy fussed in his car seat so I looked like the harried mom), and I said "Yea, you have twins, don't you?". You know, in that "I know what you're feeling, girl" sort of comraderie. Then she said "I actually have four. The oldest is three." I tried not to let my chin hit the floor. Instead of gently putting my hand on her shoulder and saying "I'm so sorry", I said something like "wow". I can't actually remember exactly what I said, because I couldn't get my head wrapped around 4 children under the age of 3. "Yea", she said, "I have a three year old, 17 month old twins, and a 5 month old."
Should I really be taking contraception advice from this woman?
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God help her. She reminds me of Joel and Rachel, when they had 5 and the oldest was 5. I'd get a second opinion on the birth control. I agree with Mam that she must be medicated.
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