I remember the emotional ups and downs of being isolated in the Arctic with three little ones—newborn twins and a toddler—and a husband who had a hard time dealing with crying babies (actually any crying). He took off to do work at his office in the evenings to get away, then complained about his difficulty in bonding with the twins as I breastfed them for over a year. 

My first child, almost three years older than my twins, was fortunately a happy, easy going little girl. I remember one evening she crawled up on the couch behind  my back and fell asleep as I nursed one baby and jiggled the other on my knee.

The challenges during both pregnancies were all met quite easily. What stands out most in my memory is the story above.

—Marian