Check me out over at Hello Grief, a website that's a place to share and learn about grief and loss. Here's how the folks over at Hello Grief describe their site.
Dealing with the loss of a child is never easy, but it's even more difficult when you are an expat living far from home. Life will never be "normal" again and so now the challenge is to find my new normal. I am now back in the USA and the proud parent of two daughters, born using two different egg donors. "Frostina" and "Olea" are the loves of my life and I feel so grateful for the amazing women who donated their eggs and made my family possible.
Monday, 9 May 2011
I'm a Guest Author
It's funny to write that because I don't consider myself a writer/author. But it's flattering nonetheless that someone liked something that I wrote enough to want to put it on their blog. Especially since they approached me because they think my words may help others who have experienced the loss of a loved one. I would absolutely love to think that what I write here may be able to help others get through such a devastating time.
Check me out over at Hello Grief, a website that's a place to share and learn about grief and loss. Here's how the folks over at Hello Grief describe their site.
Hello Grief provides information and resources about grief in order to break through the current culture of avoidance that surrounds death and loss. Instead, Hello Grief addresses bereavement head-on for those who are helping others cope, as well as those who need support on their own personal journey with grief. In a world that doesn't get it, we do.
Check me out over at Hello Grief, a website that's a place to share and learn about grief and loss. Here's how the folks over at Hello Grief describe their site.
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Denial,,,, Not Just a River in Egypt
I am in denial and I'm proud of it.
American Mother's Day is tomorrow and I'm trying my best not to think about it. As an expat living in London I've already had to endure the UK Mother's Day. How cruel is it that the first year after my son dies I have to go through not one, but two days honoring mothers??
So my strategy is to pretend it's not happening. I plan to stay off facebook for the weekend so I won't see all the happy posts from all my friends. I put up one of the lovely flowers from Carly's site on my facebook page last week and that's all I'm going to do.
It is nice that at least I won't have to suffer through the stores being full of Mother's day stuff this time, but still,,,,,,, it's just too much for me.
So other than the obligatory phone call to my Mom, I'm not going to deny it's another Mother's day without my precious baby boy.
Denial...... let's see how well that plan goes.
American Mother's Day is tomorrow and I'm trying my best not to think about it. As an expat living in London I've already had to endure the UK Mother's Day. How cruel is it that the first year after my son dies I have to go through not one, but two days honoring mothers??
So my strategy is to pretend it's not happening. I plan to stay off facebook for the weekend so I won't see all the happy posts from all my friends. I put up one of the lovely flowers from Carly's site on my facebook page last week and that's all I'm going to do.
It is nice that at least I won't have to suffer through the stores being full of Mother's day stuff this time, but still,,,,,,, it's just too much for me.
So other than the obligatory phone call to my Mom, I'm not going to deny it's another Mother's day without my precious baby boy.
Denial...... let's see how well that plan goes.
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Have I Mentioned That I Hate Moving?
Here I go......... I HATE MOVING!
As I have talked about previously, we have to move. Not out of London, just out of our flat. Why you ask??? Because a certain celebrity (who shall remain nameless like everyone else here on this blog) is buying our place. So we are being evicted by a celebrity. Hooray for us!! Well not really. Being evicted by a celebrity sucks just the same as being evicted by a normal person (or "civilian" as Liz Hurley would say).
We have to be out by the beginning of July so there is still time but I'm starting to panic slightly. We've been looking since March and have found nothing suitable. We are spoiled and picky. We live in a fabulous part of London and we refuse to even consider another part of town. We love our cute little flat and want something just as nice. Is that asking too much??
Except that the market is different than when we moved here over 5 years ago. Fewer people can get mortgages and so more are renting. Which means supply is down and rents are up.
I am currently working with 2 estate agents who are both operating with a very "casual" attitude. Basically they email me properties. I email them back saying that I want to see them. Then they never email me back. So I call them and they act like nothing is wrong with them never getting back to me. I feel like I'm constantly chasing them. Me, chasing them to help them make money from helping me. What is wrong with this picture???
Finally in desperation I have found a relocation agency that will do all the work for me. Except she can't show me anything from the two agencies I'm already working with. Apparently there is "turf" and "rules" around this sort of thing. Seriously?? They can lay claim to me as a customer even though they have barely lifted a finger to help me? I don't care who helps me with what, I just need a new place to live.
So needless to say, it's been frustrating.
But I'm trying to be positive because the relocation lady is going to take me out tomorrow and show me a whole bunch of places. Hopefully I can find something I like. Because with everything else going on I really don't need to be so stressed out about where we're going to live.
As I have talked about previously, we have to move. Not out of London, just out of our flat. Why you ask??? Because a certain celebrity (who shall remain nameless like everyone else here on this blog) is buying our place. So we are being evicted by a celebrity. Hooray for us!! Well not really. Being evicted by a celebrity sucks just the same as being evicted by a normal person (or "civilian" as Liz Hurley would say).
We have to be out by the beginning of July so there is still time but I'm starting to panic slightly. We've been looking since March and have found nothing suitable. We are spoiled and picky. We live in a fabulous part of London and we refuse to even consider another part of town. We love our cute little flat and want something just as nice. Is that asking too much??
| Our street this winter when it snowed. Who wouldn't want to live here? |
Except that the market is different than when we moved here over 5 years ago. Fewer people can get mortgages and so more are renting. Which means supply is down and rents are up.
I am currently working with 2 estate agents who are both operating with a very "casual" attitude. Basically they email me properties. I email them back saying that I want to see them. Then they never email me back. So I call them and they act like nothing is wrong with them never getting back to me. I feel like I'm constantly chasing them. Me, chasing them to help them make money from helping me. What is wrong with this picture???
Finally in desperation I have found a relocation agency that will do all the work for me. Except she can't show me anything from the two agencies I'm already working with. Apparently there is "turf" and "rules" around this sort of thing. Seriously?? They can lay claim to me as a customer even though they have barely lifted a finger to help me? I don't care who helps me with what, I just need a new place to live.
So needless to say, it's been frustrating.
But I'm trying to be positive because the relocation lady is going to take me out tomorrow and show me a whole bunch of places. Hopefully I can find something I like. Because with everything else going on I really don't need to be so stressed out about where we're going to live.
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Men and Doctors
What is it with men and doctors??
I should start off by saying that I love my dear hubby. He is an amazing man and has been my rock throughout our marriage, especially this year. He is an amazing person and I am lucky to have him in my life. But he can be such a baby sometimes about going to the doctor.
He's got two issues that are keeping us both up at night (literally). One is his shoulder and the other is his calves. He hurt his shoulder a few months ago. He was dragging a suitcase when the wheel fell off and jerked his shoulder. It has been hurting ever since. I suggested he see the doctor when it first happened but of course he didn't think that was necessary. Every few weeks he would complain about how much it hurt and how the pain was keeping him awake at night. I can attest to this fact because he does not like to suffer in silence, even in the middle of the night. Each time I suggested a visit to the doctor, each time he said he would be fine.
In the meantime he has started having issues with his calves. Each morning he wakes up and the are literally hard as rocks. The muscles have managed to tighten themselves up and they won't relax on their own. They are of course very sore as a result of being so tight. So he can't sleep well because his shoulder hurts, and then when he gets out of bed his calves hurt so bad he can hardly walk.
He's in pain. So he complains to me about it. He wants to know why they hurt. Each time I tell him how sorry I am. I also suggest he see the doctor. I am not a doctor and so I don't know why his legs still hurt. I don't know why his shoulder isn't healing. But if he went to the doctor perhaps he could get some answers. No more guesswork required, just make the appointment. Or let me know when you will be home and I will make it for you.
So now it's 2 months on and he's finally decided I was right and we go off to the doctor. Right in the middle of the Easter/Royal Wedding holidays. Of course we don't get to see our normal GP, instead we get this guy who couldn't seem less interested if he tried. He had the hubby move his shoulder around a bit and immediately said we need a referral to the muscular skeletal doctor.
This is good news, a specialist! We can get some answers at last!
So now I'm waiting for the hubby to mention his calves. But he doesn't. So I mention them.
The doctor suggests it's due to exercising or maybe being tensed up due to the shoulder pain. Not exactly the answer we were hoping for, but better than nothing I suppose.
Then I wait for the hubby to ask about better medication for pain. He doesn't ask. So I ask.
As a result we get a prescription for something a bit stronger than ibuprofen (but not much). *Side note, what is it about UK doctors and pain meds? When I had my c-section they gave me paracetamol (tylenol for all you US folks). Seriously, what is their aversion to some good old vicodin???
Why isn't he asking these questions I ask myself? He's done nothing but complain for months about his legs and the pain and he's about to walk out of this office with a referral for the shoulder and nothing else? He later told me it was because he thought the doctor was a "tool."
So basically, he was willing to leave the doctors without even asking about pain relief or his legs because he didn't like the doctor? How much sense does that make? Then you're going to come home with no pain meds and wonder why your legs and shoulder still hurt? Then you're still not going to be able to sleep (which means I'm up too) and you're going to be asking me why your legs still hurt. At which point I'm going to be asking why you didn't ask the doctor when you were there.
He's just lucky I was there to ask the questions for him. Even though we didn't get the best answers, at least we got something.
So the next step is seeing the specialist. It will take a week or so to get that appointment. In the meantime I am massaging his legs and he's using a hot water bottle. I'm force feeding him the new pain meds and wishing for the best. I also plan to make sure I can go with him to see the specialist to make sure he doesn't go mute again.
What is it with men and doctors???
I should start off by saying that I love my dear hubby. He is an amazing man and has been my rock throughout our marriage, especially this year. He is an amazing person and I am lucky to have him in my life. But he can be such a baby sometimes about going to the doctor.
He's got two issues that are keeping us both up at night (literally). One is his shoulder and the other is his calves. He hurt his shoulder a few months ago. He was dragging a suitcase when the wheel fell off and jerked his shoulder. It has been hurting ever since. I suggested he see the doctor when it first happened but of course he didn't think that was necessary. Every few weeks he would complain about how much it hurt and how the pain was keeping him awake at night. I can attest to this fact because he does not like to suffer in silence, even in the middle of the night. Each time I suggested a visit to the doctor, each time he said he would be fine.
In the meantime he has started having issues with his calves. Each morning he wakes up and the are literally hard as rocks. The muscles have managed to tighten themselves up and they won't relax on their own. They are of course very sore as a result of being so tight. So he can't sleep well because his shoulder hurts, and then when he gets out of bed his calves hurt so bad he can hardly walk.
He's in pain. So he complains to me about it. He wants to know why they hurt. Each time I tell him how sorry I am. I also suggest he see the doctor. I am not a doctor and so I don't know why his legs still hurt. I don't know why his shoulder isn't healing. But if he went to the doctor perhaps he could get some answers. No more guesswork required, just make the appointment. Or let me know when you will be home and I will make it for you.
So now it's 2 months on and he's finally decided I was right and we go off to the doctor. Right in the middle of the Easter/Royal Wedding holidays. Of course we don't get to see our normal GP, instead we get this guy who couldn't seem less interested if he tried. He had the hubby move his shoulder around a bit and immediately said we need a referral to the muscular skeletal doctor.
This is good news, a specialist! We can get some answers at last!
So now I'm waiting for the hubby to mention his calves. But he doesn't. So I mention them.
The doctor suggests it's due to exercising or maybe being tensed up due to the shoulder pain. Not exactly the answer we were hoping for, but better than nothing I suppose.
Then I wait for the hubby to ask about better medication for pain. He doesn't ask. So I ask.
As a result we get a prescription for something a bit stronger than ibuprofen (but not much). *Side note, what is it about UK doctors and pain meds? When I had my c-section they gave me paracetamol (tylenol for all you US folks). Seriously, what is their aversion to some good old vicodin???
Why isn't he asking these questions I ask myself? He's done nothing but complain for months about his legs and the pain and he's about to walk out of this office with a referral for the shoulder and nothing else? He later told me it was because he thought the doctor was a "tool."
So basically, he was willing to leave the doctors without even asking about pain relief or his legs because he didn't like the doctor? How much sense does that make? Then you're going to come home with no pain meds and wonder why your legs and shoulder still hurt? Then you're still not going to be able to sleep (which means I'm up too) and you're going to be asking me why your legs still hurt. At which point I'm going to be asking why you didn't ask the doctor when you were there.
He's just lucky I was there to ask the questions for him. Even though we didn't get the best answers, at least we got something.
So the next step is seeing the specialist. It will take a week or so to get that appointment. In the meantime I am massaging his legs and he's using a hot water bottle. I'm force feeding him the new pain meds and wishing for the best. I also plan to make sure I can go with him to see the specialist to make sure he doesn't go mute again.
What is it with men and doctors???
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Green
Today is my first time participating in The Gallery which is hosted over at Sticky Fingers. It's all about photography. Each week she gives a prompt as inspiration.
I am in no way a photographer, but I travel quite a bit and have been known to take a snap or two when I see something amazing. So in an effort to fill this blog with something a bit more light hearted, I am going to join this week.
The prompt.... Green.
I immediately thought of Ireland. So here's a shot I took a few years ago on a trip there. It's the view from the top of the Blarney Castle.
I am in no way a photographer, but I travel quite a bit and have been known to take a snap or two when I see something amazing. So in an effort to fill this blog with something a bit more light hearted, I am going to join this week.
The prompt.... Green.
I immediately thought of Ireland. So here's a shot I took a few years ago on a trip there. It's the view from the top of the Blarney Castle.
Oh, and in case you're wondering. Yes, I did kiss the Blarney Stone while I was there.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
The One Where I Poke Myself With a Needle
*I'm going with the "Friends" style blog title again. Not sure how many of these I will do but hopefully I will stop before it becomes too annoying.
I am officially in my Mock Cycle!
*Insert cheers and applause here*
As a confirmed needle-phobe (if that's even a word) I was not looking forward to this day. Well I was, but not about the needle part. As I may have mentioned before, the option of having my husband do the injections for me is a no go!
There are three reasons for this.
I am officially in my Mock Cycle!
*Insert cheers and applause here*
As a confirmed needle-phobe (if that's even a word) I was not looking forward to this day. Well I was, but not about the needle part. As I may have mentioned before, the option of having my husband do the injections for me is a no go!
There are three reasons for this.
- He has a crazy work travel schedule. He's often gone 2-3 days a week. In fact, a week where he's home all 7 days is a rarity. He doesn't always know ahead of time when he will have to travel so it's impossible to plan injections around his schedule. So I would have to do some of them myself anyway.
- He is also a needle-phobe and a big scaredy cat! When the nurse brought in all the needles and stuff to demonstrate how to do the injections I thought he was going to pass out. The look on his face was one of horror and fear. There's no way I'm letting that guy anywhere near me with a syringe. So if I have to do some of them, I would rather just do all of them.
- The needle for self injections is smaller. If the hubby does them they would be in my hip with a 1.5 inch needle. If I do them myself they go in my thigh with a 1 inch needle. I know it's only a half an inch, but shorter needles are always better I say.
Here is a photo of my prep kit.
As you can see it contains all the essentials a girl would need before jabbing herself.
- Medication
- Syringe
- Needle
- Cotton Ball
- My son's candle- for moral support.
- Wine- do I really need to explain? Only a few sips allowed before and the rest after.
- My handbag, Michael Kors- not supposed to be in the shot but I was nervous and forgot to move it, but maybe it helped too?
Once I got all my kit assembled I was ready to go. The hubby wanted to know how he could help. I told him to stay out of the room and don't watch me. I know, I'm such a loving wife! : )
I carefully attached the needle used for drawing the meds into the syringe. Success!
Then I switched to the injection needle (don't want a dull needle). Success!
Then the hard part.
Sip of wine for courage.
Ready,,,,,, wait, stop.
"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say.
Sip of wine for courage.
Ready,,,,,, wait, stop.
"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say.
Sip of wine for courage.
Ready,,,,,, wait, stop.
"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say.
Sip of wine for courage.
This goes on for about 20 minutes until I finally yell at the hubby to shut up and stop asking me how I'm doing.
Getting my nerve, losing my nerve.
Another sip of wine.
A few deep breaths.
Ready,,,,,, go!
Success!
It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. Meds injected. Bandaid (plaster for you Brits) on. Photos taken for my blog (which the hubby thinks is hilarious).
Here's the proof.
*Please ignore my pastey white leg with all the freckles on it. It's a good thing I blog anonymously or I would never have the balls to post a photo of my marshmallow thigh on this site.
I did it!! I'm so proud of myself. I have to do it again in a few days but now that I know it doesn't hurt that bad it won't be nearly as scary.
Just the first step of Mission, Take Home Baby!
Monday, 25 April 2011
Easter
Easter snuck up on me this year. I didn't realize that it would hit me so hard. It's never really been a big holiday for the hubby and I.
I usually do a ham and buy us some chocolate, but that's about it. We don't even go to church anymore because we don't go the rest of the year and it feels slightly hypocritical to go on Easter and Christmas but not the rest of the year. So it's normally just a nice Sunday with a special dinner and phone and skype calls to the family back home.
In retrospect I should have expected the tears.
Easter is so much more of a kids holiday than I realized. Getting the outfit, the Easter basket, the Easter egg hunts, dying eggs the day before; all of these things are done when you have kids.
As I saw my real life friends happily posting photos of egg dying sessions and videos of egg hunts it hit me.
I am missing out on all of this.
Not that an 8 month old can dye eggs, but he would definitely have been old enough to dress in a cute outfit. Perhaps he would have been crawling around the floor grabbing Easter eggs (well the plastic ones, not the real ones). There would have been the photos of him with the Easter bunny in his cute outfit. I would have sent them via email and facebook to all my friends and family back home.
Except that he isn't here.
That's what really set me off I guess. The things I was missing out on. That I will always miss out on.
The boy that will never be.
I usually do a ham and buy us some chocolate, but that's about it. We don't even go to church anymore because we don't go the rest of the year and it feels slightly hypocritical to go on Easter and Christmas but not the rest of the year. So it's normally just a nice Sunday with a special dinner and phone and skype calls to the family back home.
In retrospect I should have expected the tears.
Easter is so much more of a kids holiday than I realized. Getting the outfit, the Easter basket, the Easter egg hunts, dying eggs the day before; all of these things are done when you have kids.
As I saw my real life friends happily posting photos of egg dying sessions and videos of egg hunts it hit me.
I am missing out on all of this.
Not that an 8 month old can dye eggs, but he would definitely have been old enough to dress in a cute outfit. Perhaps he would have been crawling around the floor grabbing Easter eggs (well the plastic ones, not the real ones). There would have been the photos of him with the Easter bunny in his cute outfit. I would have sent them via email and facebook to all my friends and family back home.
Except that he isn't here.
That's what really set me off I guess. The things I was missing out on. That I will always miss out on.
The boy that will never be.
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Thursday, 21 April 2011
Countdown to My Mock Cycle
So according to the app on my phone (see how up I am on the latest technology, and yes they have an app to track your periods and ovulation dates), I've only got a few more days until my next period. Which means in a few short days I will be starting my mock cycle.
And we all know what that means.......
That's right boys and girls. Mock cycle means I have to start injecting myself with these lovely syringes and super long needles. Yay! (note sarcasm)
I've sent a frantic email to my nurse coordinator just to make sure I've got the timeline right in my head. First jab is on day 2 or 3 of my cycle. I have to inject myself every 3 days and then have a scan at some point to see how my lining is. I'm unsure about when the scan is, hence the frantic email to the nurse. If my lining is good then the test is over and I have to take some pills for 5 days and then I'm done.
If all that goes well then I will be given live access to the donor database and I can start looking for my egg donor!!
Well actually, I've still got a bunch of blood tests to do and a counselling session to complete. But I'm assuming that I will have all that done in the next month.
But in my head this is all becoming very real.
And very exciting.
And very scary,,,, especially the needle part.
And we all know what that means.......
That's right boys and girls. Mock cycle means I have to start injecting myself with these lovely syringes and super long needles. Yay! (note sarcasm)
I've sent a frantic email to my nurse coordinator just to make sure I've got the timeline right in my head. First jab is on day 2 or 3 of my cycle. I have to inject myself every 3 days and then have a scan at some point to see how my lining is. I'm unsure about when the scan is, hence the frantic email to the nurse. If my lining is good then the test is over and I have to take some pills for 5 days and then I'm done.
If all that goes well then I will be given live access to the donor database and I can start looking for my egg donor!!
Well actually, I've still got a bunch of blood tests to do and a counselling session to complete. But I'm assuming that I will have all that done in the next month.
But in my head this is all becoming very real.
And very exciting.
And very scary,,,, especially the needle part.
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
I'm on Facebook
Well I hope I am. If I did it right.
I've set up a facebook page. It was a bit more complicated than I thought it would be and I'm still not sure I've got everything right. I can't seem to get my page to "like" other pages but perhaps it's just a temporary glitch.
So here's a link if you want to check me out and "like" me. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Finding-My-New-Normal/210720872279193
I think I've set it up so my blog posts go there too. So in a way, this post is also to test out if I did that part right.
Twitter was so much easier than this!!
I've set up a facebook page. It was a bit more complicated than I thought it would be and I'm still not sure I've got everything right. I can't seem to get my page to "like" other pages but perhaps it's just a temporary glitch.
So here's a link if you want to check me out and "like" me. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Finding-My-New-Normal/210720872279193
I think I've set it up so my blog posts go there too. So in a way, this post is also to test out if I did that part right.
Twitter was so much easier than this!!
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
My Mother In Law
Warning, this is a rant. I have not taken the time to breathe or relax before sharing this info. The hubby is out of town and it's after 10 here in London so too late to call up a friend. So you, my internet friends will be the first to hear my rant.
I just got off the phone with my mother in law (who manages to always call when the hubby is away). I should start off by giving a bit of background to our relationship. She is not a particularly warm and fuzzy lady. It's just not her way. She tends to say what's on her mind without thinking about how her words may affect others. She's like this with everyone, not just with me.
It's fair to say that over the years she has said many things that have hurt my feelings. I'm not sure she means to be so hurtful, but she just doesn't get it sometimes. The hubby is quite aware of this fact and always does his best to give me hugs and reassurance. She is who she is, and she's in her 70's and isn't likely to change.
So really I shouldn't be surprised that she has an opinion about the fact that we are trying for another baby. Really, because when the hubby told her a few months ago her response was, "Oh, No!"
Tonight she asked me how things were going. I did my best to bring her up to speed without confusing her with all the medical lingo. She listened and then said, "Wouldn't it be easier to adopt?" So I had to explain that as expats we can't adopt a British child and went into how complicated it would be to adopt either a US or international child. I didn't get into the fact that we aren't ready to consider adoption yet. That we want to try and have our own baby. That we hate it when people think we should just give up on our dreams because of the false notion that adoption is so much easier and cheaper.
She tells me, "Well if this doesn't work then you should just call the whole thing off. You're not getting any younger you know." Then she goes on to tell me about how nature intended for us to have babies when we are young and healthy. That when we get old our nerves can't handle raising kids.
At this point I am crying but trying not to let her hear it. I have a million responses running around my head but somehow managed not to say any of them. I just listened and said things like, "I see."
Then she asked how my parents feel about the whole thing. I told her that they are very supportive and that they really want a grandchild.
To which she said, "Don't they already have one?? Doesn't your sister have a little girl?"
At this point my head is spinning and the tears are really flowing. "Did she really just say that to me," I ask myself?? Is she really suggesting to me that my parents shouldn't be excited about having a grandchild by us because they already have one by my sister?
I wanted to scream to her that my parents just want me to have a baby that I can take home. They want a grandchild that they can actually see, and hold, and play with. Not just one that they can pray to at night. Does she really not get it?
Not once during this whole conversation did she ask how the hubby and I are coping without our son.
Instead she shares this gem with me. "Maybe this is nature's way of telling you something."
Really??? Like what? That we aren't fit to be parents? That some woman who is addicted to crack and has had 4 children born addicted to drugs is more equipped to raise a child than us? That some irresponsible girl who gets pregnant and doesn't know who the father is more worthy to have a baby than we are? What exactly is nature trying to tell me???
I would love to be able to say that I ripped her a new one and told her where to shove her opinions. But as always, I simply smiled and just took it. I asked about how she is doing and how my father in law is doing and about their upcoming vacations. I was the good, loving daughter in law.
But inside I am fuming!
I just got off the phone with my mother in law (who manages to always call when the hubby is away). I should start off by giving a bit of background to our relationship. She is not a particularly warm and fuzzy lady. It's just not her way. She tends to say what's on her mind without thinking about how her words may affect others. She's like this with everyone, not just with me.
It's fair to say that over the years she has said many things that have hurt my feelings. I'm not sure she means to be so hurtful, but she just doesn't get it sometimes. The hubby is quite aware of this fact and always does his best to give me hugs and reassurance. She is who she is, and she's in her 70's and isn't likely to change.
So really I shouldn't be surprised that she has an opinion about the fact that we are trying for another baby. Really, because when the hubby told her a few months ago her response was, "Oh, No!"
Tonight she asked me how things were going. I did my best to bring her up to speed without confusing her with all the medical lingo. She listened and then said, "Wouldn't it be easier to adopt?" So I had to explain that as expats we can't adopt a British child and went into how complicated it would be to adopt either a US or international child. I didn't get into the fact that we aren't ready to consider adoption yet. That we want to try and have our own baby. That we hate it when people think we should just give up on our dreams because of the false notion that adoption is so much easier and cheaper.
She tells me, "Well if this doesn't work then you should just call the whole thing off. You're not getting any younger you know." Then she goes on to tell me about how nature intended for us to have babies when we are young and healthy. That when we get old our nerves can't handle raising kids.
At this point I am crying but trying not to let her hear it. I have a million responses running around my head but somehow managed not to say any of them. I just listened and said things like, "I see."
Then she asked how my parents feel about the whole thing. I told her that they are very supportive and that they really want a grandchild.
To which she said, "Don't they already have one?? Doesn't your sister have a little girl?"
At this point my head is spinning and the tears are really flowing. "Did she really just say that to me," I ask myself?? Is she really suggesting to me that my parents shouldn't be excited about having a grandchild by us because they already have one by my sister?
I wanted to scream to her that my parents just want me to have a baby that I can take home. They want a grandchild that they can actually see, and hold, and play with. Not just one that they can pray to at night. Does she really not get it?
Not once during this whole conversation did she ask how the hubby and I are coping without our son.
Instead she shares this gem with me. "Maybe this is nature's way of telling you something."
Really??? Like what? That we aren't fit to be parents? That some woman who is addicted to crack and has had 4 children born addicted to drugs is more equipped to raise a child than us? That some irresponsible girl who gets pregnant and doesn't know who the father is more worthy to have a baby than we are? What exactly is nature trying to tell me???
I would love to be able to say that I ripped her a new one and told her where to shove her opinions. But as always, I simply smiled and just took it. I asked about how she is doing and how my father in law is doing and about their upcoming vacations. I was the good, loving daughter in law.
But inside I am fuming!
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