Becoming a parent again in your 40's

The joys and challanges of parenthood in your 40's


February 2016

What it’s like….pregnancy in your 40’s

Being pregnant in your 20’s and 30’s is very different from pregnancy in your 40’s. From the physical and emotional differences to how your doctor deals with you. For me, I was lucky that I was in good shape and in good health when I got pregnant. The physical changes for me were not bad and for that, I’m thankful.  Some of the other changes were a little tougher on me.  Here are just a few things that you might experience if you are in your 40’s and pregnant:

Advanced Maternal Age

Never heard this term? You will if you get pregnant after 35 but even more so after 40.  What does it mean?  Well, it’s the doctors way of trying to nicely say that you are too darn old to be having a baby! No really, it is their way of identifying you as “high risk”. Why? Because after 40, your risk factors for having problems with the pregnancy increase dramatically. Birth defects, pre term labor and high blood pressure are just a few of the issues.

It’s actually rather terrifying when you go to your first OB appointment and the doctor starts telling you about everything that could go wrong.  They tell you that you will need genetic testing, more frequent sonograms and office visits and will need to see a perinatologist (doctor who deals with high risk pregnancy). If you aren’t careful, you can easily drive yourself crazy with worry. My husband and I decided early on that we would do basic testing, but nothing drastic because our intent was to have the baby, whether or not he or she had any issues.  It helped keep us focused on the excitement of the pregnancy rather than the worry of the “what if’s”. It was a challenge to get the doctors to understand that, but after awhile, they stopped pushing all of the tests. Thankfully for us, my tests came back normall and I my results showed that I had the same health as someone in their early 30’s which made me feel great.


I remember my first two pregnancies. I was in my late 20’s and I was tired, but I was able to work full time, take care of my house and family and still feel pretty good.  I had occasional time of tiredness, but for the most part, it wasn’t so bad. Oh my gosh did that change this time around! I have never been so tired in my life. Maybe it was the combination of the pregnancy, new marriage, 4 teenage kids at home, working full time  and handling all the kids sports commitments. (That makes me tired just thinking about it! ) Regardless, I felt like I just couldn’t get enough sleep.  Unfortunately, my daughter is now 4 and I don’t see much change.  If anything, I’m MORE exhausted if that is possible.

Figuring out where you fit in

This may seem strange, but being a mom again in your 40’s puts you in a strange situation.

Pre-empty nesters:

For years, you have had a group of friends. You all had kids at the same time and they grew up together.  As the kids enter middle and high school, you suddenly realize that in just a few years, you will actually have your own individual life back.  Yes, you will still be a parent, but you will have much more free time to do things that you enjoy.  Traveling, going on weekend trips alone with your spouse. Enjoying leisurely weekends hiking, watching a movie or sleeping in.  Waking up and realizing you can go anywhere and do anything you want without any time restrictions or planning.  You are thinking about retirement and remodeling your house. Suddenly, you become pregnant and you realize that you no longer fit into this group the way you used to.You can’t go out with no notice. You have to plan a sitter and be home at a certain time. You can’t take those trips with friends because they have no kids going with them. They are talking about redecorating their childs room to make it an office and you are figuring out where you are going to put a nursery. You are thinking about baby names and they are planning weddings (which you are also doing) Suddenly, things just aren’t the same.

New moms:

You are suddenly thrown into a new group, but you don’t fit in there either.  You see, the new mom is typically in her 20’s or early 30’s. She doesn’t have other kids and if she does, they are young.  She has a totally different view of child rearing than you do.  She has never raised teenagers and most likely was just being born herself when you were graduating high school or college. I found that during pregnancy, I kept to myself, not really socializing with any group because I just didn’t fit in.  It wasn’t until my daughter was around 3 that I joined a mommy and me group and opened up to my new “younger” peer group.  I decided to be a  person that they could come to with questions, but I also realized that I could learn alot from them.  Maybe I could learn to relax a little more and not be quite as strict as I was with my other kids (well, maybe not). I found a group of wonderful ladies who welcomed me, but I still felt like I didn’t really fit in with them.  They didn’t understand the stress of having a baby AND teenagers in the house. They couldn’t relate to my parenting style and I had trouble understanding this new “relaxed” style of parenting they had. Honestly, it’s hard to be in a peer group of people that are just a few years older than your own kids. It was very hard to identify with them. But I had no choice and had to adapt.

The stares

You know what I mean. Now, lets be honest, we all have looked at the very young mother or the older mother and thought “I wonder how old they are”. Nothing will deflate your confidence more than the first time you are out with your newborn/infant/toddler and someone comes to you and says “your granddaugher is beautiful”. I have to say, I do get some enjoyment of the expression on their face when I say “she’s my daughter”.  Open mouth, insert foot. This is something that I was used to as a kid because my mom was 41 when she had me and my dad was 45.  I grew up with kids and parents thinking my mom and dad were my grandparents.  They were great, but at times, I must admit that it bothered me.  I am just thankful that in todays age, I don’t have to “look” like I’m 49 years old. I can dress nicely, and still care about my appearance. I’m thankful that people age much better now than they did even just 20 years ago. I’m sure Morgan will have some struggles with that, but I’m hoping that won’t be too difficult for her.

Overall, my pregnancy was great.  I gained just under 25 pounds. I had no health problems and I delivered a very healthy 6 pound 15 ounce girl after only 6 hours of labor.  My doctor said she wished all of her patients did as well as me. I spent 1 night in the hospital, but left the next day because Thanksgiving was 2 days later and I had to get home to prepare our Thanksgiving dinner.  November 22, 2011, was one of the best days of my life.  My life and my families life would never be the same. Morgan would bind our blended family together and bring an energy and excitement to our lives we never could have imagined.

In my future blogs, I will share stories from our family as Morgan comes home and our lives over the next 4.5 years to where we are now.  I look forward to sharing our story and I hope it helps you appreciate those unexpected blessings in your life.

see you soon…….




Telling the hubby and kids the news

Telling Paul

So the day was any other day, except that I had to tell my husband that I was pregnant. Most of you would think “wow, what amazing news!” Yes, the news was amazing, but this wasn’t any wife telling her husband that they were about to be parents. This was a 44 year old woman, telling her 44 year old husband that we would be adding to our family. Our blended family of 4 kids ages 21, 17, 14, 13. This would be interesting.
Here is the scene: I’m in the bathroom just having taken three (yes 3) pregnancy tests. All three showed positive almost immediately. I read and reread the box to see what would show a false positive. Menopause can do it. YES! It’s GOT to be that. But then, reality begins to set in. I’m exhausted, feeling sick and oh yes, that little monthly friend hadn’t come. As I am standing there in disbelief, I hear the bedroom door open. Oh God, what do I say? He knocks, I don’t answer. He knocks again. “Everything ok in there?” I say “we’ll that depends”. “Depends on what?”, he asks. I open the door and hand him the test. I see his mind working as he processes this information I’ve just handed to him. He looks at me, then at the test, then at me. “You’re not pregnant are you?” “I thought the Dr. Told you that wasn’t possible.” “Well, I say, I guess she was wrong.” We both stare at each other in disbelief. This definitely not something we expected. Then it hits us. WE ARE HAVING A BABY! We smile, hug and continue to wonder how this was happening. It’s surreal. Then, after it sinks in the fear hits us…….we have to tell the kids!

The first doctor visit

We talked about telling the kids and had decided to wait until after the first doctors visit.  We wanted to have a couple weeks to enjoy this experience before telling the teenagers who we all know can put a damper on even the best news.
I arrive for my first appointment. The receptionists asks me what I’m there for.  I tell her and I feel her eyes trying to mentally calculate how old I must be.  She hands me the mountain of paperwork and as I start filling it out,  I still can’t believe this is happening.
Paperwork finished, that wasn’t so bad.  They take me back. As I wait,  in a gown that’s too big and a room that’s too cold,  the nerves start to kick in.  I hear a knock on the door and my Dr. walks in.  Now, you think she would say hello,  or congratulations, but she doesn’t.  She says “It IS you!”  I look at her,  confused.  She says “when I was looking at your chart before the appt, I remembered the conversation we had at your last appt.” I say “oh,you mean the one where you told me it would be almost impossible for me to get pregnant? “Yep, that’s the one!
Never thought you could surprise an OB/GYN by being pregnant,  but I guess you can. Now comes the fun part. Yes, I’m being sarcastic.  The Dr. now gets to share with me all of the horrible things that could happen due to my “advanced maternal age”. All of the birth defects that statistics show drastically increase after age 40. The toll it will take on my body, labor and delivery with someone as ancient as I am.  Wow, what a way to start out! I’ll need genetic testing, a perinatologist, regular sonograms and more regular monitoring. If I was a person who worried, I would be crazy at this point.
We finally get to the good stuff and she does a sonogram.  Everything looks good. Whew! Only 32 more weeks of this, I got this…..

Telling the kids

We decided to call Allyson (21) and give her the news on the way home from the doctor.  She was away at school,  so she couldn’t be worth the other kids when we told them.  After some uncomfortable small talk,  we told her and surprisingly, she was excited!  We thought “ok, this might not be as hard as we thought” we were wrong.
We got home, sonogram picture in hand. We decided we would use that to share the news. Should we do it together,  at one time? No, we will tell the 2 older kids first,  then we will tell the 13 year old.
We call Mike and Pink(my daughters nickname) in to the living room.  We don’t know what to say so we just tell them we have some news and show them the sonogram.  They both stare at it.  Pink looks at me, then says “no way!” And gets up and leaves the room.  Mike looks at it for a minute and his response is “don’t you guys know how to prevent that?” Hmmmm, not the responses we were going for. Pink comes back in to the room.  She’s calmer now and seems more excited.  She looks at the picture,  and calls the baby “nubs” that would be her name throughout my pregnancy.  Mike seems to accept it,  but as a 17 year old junior in high school,  he’s more concerned about himself than becoming a big brother again. Three down, one to go. We go up to tell Jeremy. We show him the picture and he had no idea what it is.  Paul explains to him what it is and that I’m pregnant.  He just said “ok”.  We talked for a few minutes,  but being a thirteen year old boy,  he really had nothing to say in the matter.
So now the immediate family knows,  the sonogram is done and everything is good.  We decode to wait until after Easter to tell the rest of the family and I also decide not to say anything at work.  We only have another month of school and I don’t want to have to deal with it.  I did tell my boss,  since I was having quite a bit of morning sickness.
This was going to be an interesting 9 months!  Boy things had changed since I had my last baby 15 years ago!
Stay tuned for my next blog. ..visiting the hospital, and walking into work for after being off for the summer five months pregnant! SURPRISE!




The day my life changed forever

What this blog is about

My life with Morgan and dealing with having a baby at 45. I hope it makes you laugh, makes you think and makes you appreciate your season in life. I’m not a writer, so I promise you that my use of the English language, punctuation and grammar will not always be correct. I ask you to take it with a grain of salt and understand that this is just my way to release some of my pent up energy and turn everyday life in to something fun and enjoyable for me and hopefully for you.


 Let me start by saying I’m a mom. I have been a mom for 22 years and it is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love my kids with all my heart and I am grateful and blessed by each one of them. I wouldn’t change one moment of my life, good and bad. That being said, my life hasn’t always been easy. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve been divorced,  got remarried, blended a family of teenagers and moved into a house built for 4 but needing room for 6. After all of that I thought the tough, challenging days were behind me.  Boy was I wrong!

Dreams of freedom

At 44, I was having wonderful dreams of my future I was a newlywed and married to the man of my dreams. I had dreams of traveling, eating what I wanted, going on weekend trips with my husband and spending leisurely days reading and lounging around in my pj’s watching my favorite 80’s movies. My kids ages 14 and 17 and my stepkids ages 13 and 21 were  mostly self suficient. After years of carpools, school events, daycare issues, mounds of laundry, dirty dishes, a messy house and living every moment for my kids, I was closing in on the moment when I would be an “empty nester.” I was excited.

Where it all began

Flashback to April Fools day 2011. The day when I jokingly sent an email to my husband of less than a year telling him I was pregnant. I was a genious and had totally freaked him out.  My joke had gone off without a hitch….or had it?

At 44, with my medical history, my OB/GYN had told me just  8 or 9 months earlier that it would be virtually impossible for me to get pregnant.

My new reality

It’s April 11, 2011. I’m exhausted and not feeling good. That’s normal though for me. I’m a mom after all. I have 3 kids playing 4 sports, a full time job, a husband, house, 3 dogs and a cat to take care of.  Just typing that makes me tired. Something inside tells me I think I may be starting menopause. I decide to take a pregnancy test, just to rule it out so I can confirm with the doctor that I’m not pregnant. Then comes the moment when you are looking at the third pregnancy test that continues to show positive (even when you are yelling at the stick saying “you can’t be positive!”). I look at the directions to see what could cause a false positive reading. Thank goodness, right there in the directions, it tells me menopause can do that. I rationalize with myself that MUST be the reason. Slowly, it begins to sink in. I’m pregnant and I have to tell my husband the news.  I begin to panic. I think back to that day just a couple of weeks ago when I thought I was so funny. Now I’m thinking “Oh crap, I just played an April Fool’s joke saying I was pregnant and I totally freaked my husband out”. I’m going to kill him when I tell him that I really AM pregnant! My new reality is sinking in. I begin to realize that everything I had thought about my middle aged years has just changed forever.  It hits me…..I’m 44 and pregnant!

Life as I knew it is over

Life is ever evolving and that is a good thing.  We are constantly thrown curve balls and God waits to see if we will hit it out of the park or strike out. April 11, 2011 is a day that changed the direction of my life in more ways than I could have ever imagined. 4 years later, I can’t imagine a time without my beautiful daughter Morgan. Life with her is wonderful, crazy, scary, frustrating and never dull. I hope you will enjoy our story.

Thanks for reading and I hope you come back to find out what happens!


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