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I don't use that word lightly. I won't say where I saw this, but on a twin board I frequent, someone posted a thread titled - "Why do you think you had twins?"

It was posted by a mom of a singleton, who had spent her pregnancy hoping she would be having twins. She googled some of the top reasons women got pregnant with twins (luck, fertility assistance, age, etc.) People voted, then some commented.

One woman, who from what I can remember only has twins, posted it was because God hated her.

OMG. I have no idea how to respond to that. Sure that thought may have crossed my mind - one time, during a middle-of-the-night, sleep-deprived, early day where I was just begging for two hours of consecutive sleep. I could see myself thinking (to myself of course not putting out on the internet for all to see) "does God hate me? Why won't they stop crying? Why on earth did I have twins?" But her post is scary - the way she is so determined that God gave her the twins because he hated her. Not to mention, right below her post is one about how another mom of twins, I think they are 4 months old, is tired of being a mom of twins. And she is not sure which one she would choose, should she be given the choice of only having one. WTH? Of course, all the posters are telling her to go back to her doctor and get BACK on PPD meds.

Yes, being a mom of twins is hard. It's the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. I'm sure a mom of more than two feels it even more than me. And we all have our bad days, where we might think something we may not be proud of. But to go online to a public forum and announce that twins are anything but a blessing just makes me sick to my stomach. Any child is a blessing. No matter how many you have.


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