“Mom my stomach hurts.” This was a phrase I heard from Harlan multiple times a day, nearly everyday, for months. She’d been to her pediatrician several times and every time we came home with no explanation to her stomach pains. Most of the time her stomach would hurt before, during, and after school. It wasn’t uncommon for me to get a call from the nurse several times a week. It would always happen the same way.

“Hi Mrs. Jimeson, I have Harlan with me in the office and she’s complaining of a stomach ache.”

“Does she want me to come and get her,” I’d ask and hear the nurse ask Harlan.

“No, she says she wants to go back to class.”

“Okay,” I’d sigh, knowing full well she’d come home still complaining.

Without going into too much detail, anxiety and depression are things I am incredibly familiar with. I’ve seen what it can do to people and how debilitating it can be. I’ve dealt with it for as long as I can remember. I know what Harlan is going through. I’ve felt what she is feeling. I know how traumatizing it can be to go through a panic attack. I know the weight she feels when she just can’t seem to get rid of the anxious feelings and thoughts. I know how she feels when she is so scared and anxious she literally curls up in a corner and cries. I know how she feels when she thinks she’s having a great day and the slightest thing can trigger her anxiety to go off and consume her.

But the BIG difference between Harlan and myself is, when I was younger, these feelings I was experiencing weren’t something that we talked about. They were feelings that were swept under the rug and told they’d eventually go away. And yes, truthfully, they do go away. But only until the next trigger find its way into your mind to take up your thoughts and energy.

Aside from the things I mentioned above, there were other things we noticed when it came to Harlan’s anxiety. Her sleep was off big time (and Har’s typically a great sleeper). She had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. She was also having trouble in school, which was very different to what we’d experienced in years prior. She was acting out a lot more at home and lying over silly things that didn’t warrant lying. It was these things combined that made me gather up the courage and speak with her pediatrician who recommended we see a therapist.

There’s a reason I’m speaking out about this so openly.

  1. I want Harlan to feel completely comfortable and confident in herself and to know that anxiety is not something to be ashamed of. We talk about this openly in our house and with friends all the time.
  2. I was to erase the stigma when it comes to mental health.
  3. I want others to know you’re not alone. Whether it’s you or your child that’s going through this, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

One thing I wasn’t equipped with in my younger years dealing with anxiety, was the tools to know how to deal with it. This was a big reason I wanted to put Harlan in therapy. The sooner she has the tools to deal with it, the less likely it is to consume her life in the future.

Here are some tips that have helped us handle the anxiety Harlan is feeling (also disclaimer, I am not a doctor, these are just things that have personally helped us):

  1. Talk It Out: When I spoke with Harlan’s pediatrician about some of the things I was noticing with Harlan, he suggested we see a local doctor in town so Harlan could speak with him. While I knew he would help give her the tools to deal with her anxiety, I also knew he would be an ear for her when she needed to talk about things. Harlan was holding A LOT in for several months, which was making her anxiety so much worse. The first thing her doctor told her was that it’s okay to feel these things and to talk about them. We never wanted her to feel ashamed for being anxious and we wanted her to know that rather than keeping it inside, she will feel so much better to just speak about it. Since we’ve given her this safe environment to share these things, she’s come to us and her doctor several times with issues she’s been having that has made her anxious and we’ve been able to talk through them.
  2. Get Her to Relax Through Breathing Exercises: This was the first thing her therapist shared with her whenever she felt feelings of anxiety creeping up on her. He told her to sit tall in a chair, completely relax her entire body, and breathing big deep breaths six times. Breathe in through the nose and push it out hard through the mouth. You want to be able to hear the breath escaping the body. Doing this exercise allows her to completely gain control of her body, her muscles to relax, and her heart rate to slow down while getting her focus to become fixed on her breathing. Har was told to practice her breathing exercises a couple of times a day. Allowing your body to become this relaxed is quite difficult for kids, so it’s important they practice so they know exactly what to do when they start to feel anxious.
  3. Write it Out: Harlan loves to write (she gets it from her mama), so her therapist suggested she get a journal and start writing in it everyday before bed. Writing things down would help her clear her mind before she went to bed at night and allow her to get a good night’s sleep. She was told to not only write about the things that happened in her day, but anything that was worrying her. It helped to be able to free herself from that and see it on paper. She brings the journal with her to see Dr. J and they speak about it. It also helps her as a reference to see what’s been bothering her and she helps open the dialogue during therapy.
  4. Don’t Avoid the Triggers: As a mom, our innate ability to want to protect our children seems to consume us at all moments. When I found what Harlan’s triggers were, my immediate reaction was to shelter her from them. But, as hard as it is, I was doing her a disservice by doing that. Rather than avoiding it, we slowly worked our way into things that made her anxious. She has some social anxiety and large crowds with people she doesn’t know make her very anxious. Rather than dropping her off for certain events, I’d stay in an area so she could see me. First time, I stayed the whole time. Second time, I’d stay for part of it. As each time went on, I’d stay for less and less, until finally I could drop her off without any fear.
  5. Exercise: I know this sounds crazy, especially because she is only nine, but Harlan loves to stay active and get some sort of exercise. She has soccer about five days a week, so that helps her, but she also really enjoys doing some of my workout videos with me (that are modified for her age.) Much like her mama, she finds an escape in physical activity.

This list is still a work in progress, but this is what’s worked for us so far. Many of these things we are working on with Harlan are the same things I’ve worked on with my therapist for my anxiety, so I know that, regardless of age, these are tools that can help her throughout her entire life. These tools won’t get rid of anxiety forever, but they will help in it taking over your life.

If you have a child going through anxiety, I’d love to talk with you about it. Please share your story (you can email me or DM me on Instagram.) Anxiety in our children can also take a toll on us as parents, so it’s important we stick together and talk about it.


The girls started school today. Harlan isn in fourth and Avery started first. Har has been counting down until the new year since the last day of school last year. I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky to have two kids that really love school. They love to learn about new things, they love being able to visit with friends, and they find comfort in the teachers that show love to them every single day.

Both girls woke up at the crack of dawn this morning for the new year. MacKay, who usually leaves for the train to work very early, stayed a bit later than usual to see everyone before they were off to school. Today will probably be the earliest we were dressed, fed, and ready to go for school than we will all year long. We were even the first in the drop off line at school. That’s what I call a good start to the school year.

One of our traditions for the new year is to go shopping for a new outfit on the first day of school. We always take the traditional first and last day of school photo and they love to have their brand new outfit to show off in the first day of school photo. I’m really excited to partner with Lands’ End again because their clothes are perfect for the start of the school year. Their dresses for the girls are comfortable and durable (so they can stand up to the wear and tear of the playground).

I picked the girls up this afternoon with two very big smiles on their faces. They had the best day and both told me they couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow.

While two of the three are ready to go, Macks is still home with me for a bit. He has an exciting year as he’s starting a new preschool this year. This was a huge decision for us, but we felt it was best for him and for our family to finish out his preschool years at another school in town. He’s super excited to meet new friends and start a new school, but he’s got another week with me before he’s in the classroom. That didn’t stop him from getting in on the photo action this morning. He’s super ready for fall and has been wearing this Lands’ End Sherpa Vest since the day it arrived on our doorstep. We have a tree in the front yard that’s started to have leaves fall and I happen to hatch the moment the wind started to blow and they started to fall down. The look on Macks’ face was pure joy. I was really happy to capture it. It’s the little things.

I always take advantage of the time I have when I am only with one child. We went out to breakfast this morning and even went for ice cream after lunch. It’s so refreshing when you can really sit and spend time with just one of them. I know how grateful I am of the special time tougher and I know they are too.

I love that this time of year, while not officially the new year, lets you feel as you get a fresh start on so many things in life. Here’s to a great school year for both kids and us parents!


Harlan’s Dress | Harlan’s Backpack | Harlan and Avery’s Shoes |  Avery’s Dress | Macks’ Vest | Macks’ Shirt | Macks’ Pants | Macks’ Shoes

Over the years when I’ve had people ask  me for my best parenting advice, I’ve always said, “trust your gut.” It’s what has guided me through these nine years of parenting and ultimately what’s helped me most when it comes to confidence in how I parent. While I’ve done a great job at trusting it when it comes to my kids, I could take my own advice when it comes to myself.

A little over five weeks ago, I’d started to have some slight cramping on my right side. It wasn’t something that was incredible painful, but more like a dull ache. I put it aside as more of ovary cramping that was completely normal and didn’t think much of it. Over the next few weeks the pain would get worse at some points and then would subside. One morning while we were on vacation in Hilton Head, the pain got so bad I thought I was having appendix issues. But once again, I took some medicine and waited for it to subside. It eventually did.

I’d had my yearly appointment with my OB about a week after returning from Hilton Head. I still visit the doctor that delivered Avery and Macks, so it’s quite a trek to get into the city (with all three kids,) but I trust her completely and a once a year visit is not only manageable, but a good excuse to spend a day in the city. While at the appointment, I told her about the cramping I’ve had on the right side for the past month (I’d had a little bit of spotting too). She didn’t seem incredibly concerned, but asked that we performed a pregnancy test to rule that out and find the root of the problem. I took the test, the nurse came back in and told me it was negative and I went on my way.

As I was walking with the kids to grab a bite to eat, I saw my phone ring. It was my doctor’s office. My first reaction was that one of the kids forgot something and we’d have to turn around to grab it.

“Hi Lauren, this is the doctor’s office. I wanted you to know your pregnancy test came back positive. We didn’t see anything show up at first, but as I was about to throw it away, I noticed a line. Can you please come back and speak with the doctor?”

I tried to contain myself. We’re not trying to have another baby and I honestly thought we were finished with that part of our lives. So many thoughts were running through my head. I called my sister and MacKay in a slight panic (yet trying to remain calm in front of the kids). They both assured me everything would be okay.

I headed back to the doctor’s office and looked at her in disbelief as I walked into the door.

“We’ll have to take some blood work to get more answers, but my guess is you’re either at the very early stages of pregnancy or the very late stages of a miscarriage.”

Miscarriage? I thought to myself. I was still trying to grasp the thought of being pregnant again, but miscarriage never popped in my mind.

We ran the blood work and the doctor promised me she’d call me that afternoon when the results came back. As cliché as this sounds, that afternoon was one of the longest of my life. I did everything I possibly could to keep my mind distracted and busy.

That evening, right before putting the kids to bed I received a call from my doctor. My numbers indicated that I was going through a miscarriage. She wanted to see me back in a few days to test my blood again, but that I should begin to feel the symptoms of a miscarriage.

The next day was somewhat of a blur. So many mixed emotions ran through my head. Unfortunately, I’ve been in this position before. But this one didn’t feel like the last one.  I waited and waited for those symptoms to arrive and yet they never did.

On Wednesday, I went back to the doctor for more blood work. My doctor wasn’t there, but the nurse who took my blood said they’d get the results back the following morning. Two hours later my doctor called. “Your numbers aren’t going down. We need to get you to an ultrasound right away. Right now all of the signs point to an ectopic pregnancy.” She went over a plan for me to go for an ultrasound and then we’d weigh our options.

The first thing the next morning, I went for an ultrasound only to confirm what I already knew. On my right side in my fallopian tube was the fertilized egg along with a giant cyst (two and a half times the size of my ovary) sitting on my right ovary. I proceeded to the doctor’s office in tears. Again, my emotions have been all over the place. And to be honest, I don’t know what I was feeling, but it wall came to a head as I entered that exam room.

“There are a couple things we can do,” she proceeded. “But Lauren, I want you to know how serious this is. If we don’t take care of this right away, you could die.”

We went over my options and both decided that the Methotrexate shot (which stops the growth of cells) would help with both the ectopic pregnancy and the cyst. She gave me the shot, gave me a prescription to get my blood taken for a few times this week and next, and that was it.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to the side effects of the shot. Again, I thought I’d cramp and bleed, much like my other miscarriage, but that hasn’t happened. I’ve had a little bit of cramping, but nothing overwhelming. The two side effects that are most prevalent are the nausea and exhaustion (both of which are from the medicine.) I went to get my blood drawn yesterday and am still waiting on the results. I go again to test it tomorrow. Depending on my levels, we will see if another shot is needed.

I told MacKay a few nights ago that I should have listened to my gut and saw a doctor sooner. I knew something wasn’t right on my right side, but I kept giving myself excuses. I thank God that I went to my doctor’s office last Monday. Because honestly, I’d probably have never gone and just continued to ignore the issue as I’d done before. I thank God I was already planning on being in the city last week (I had to watch my nephew) because I visited my doctor every single day and it made the commute so much more manageable. I also thank my family and close friends who have constantly texted, prayed, and listened when I needed an ear.

Yesterday was the first day I was able to work out again. (I’d taken the week off per doctor’s orders.) Yesterday was the first day that I’ve started to feel normal again. Yesterday was the first time I’ve told myself I need to make me a priority. I mean a real priority, not anything half-assed. I deserve it.


I wanted to share this story with you not only because writing about it is therapeutic for me, but because I know there are and will be others in my shoes. I wrote about my miscarriage seven years ago and I still have people who have found the post and reach out with questions or in need of support. This is a loss that I shouldn’t feel ashamed about or to blame, no one going through this should. I tell myself it’s okay to feel the emotions I’m feeling and I’ll let myself continue to feel them. If you’re going through this, please don’t keep it to yourself. Reach out to friends and family who can help comfort you. This is never a time where someone should be dealing with it alone.