the heart does break

On CBC Radio One I heard an interview with Jean Baird about an edited collection of essays entitled The Heart Does Break: Canadian Writers on Grief and Mourning.

Blurb: A book in which some of our best writers address their own losses - and help us endure our own…

A heartbreaking, comforting and beautiful collection of true stories about grief and mourning from some of Canada's best known writers.

When Jean Baird's daughter, Bronwyn, died suddenly, Jean's deep instinct was to turn to books to help her in her time of sudden loss. Although she found that the thoughts of counselors, psychologists, Buddhists, and self-help gurus were perhaps some help, the works that truly reached to the heart of the matter were by literary writers, largely from the UK and the US. Scanning the Canadian landscape, Jean and her husband George Bowering found elegies and tributes, but little from our writers about the person who is left behind to mourn or what it takes to endure grieving. The Heart Does Break - an anthology of twenty original pieces - sets out to fill that gap.

I haven't read the book but I plan to and I thought it sounded relevant to many people who've dealt with infertility and baby loss.

This isn't to say that we all want to read things that echo our personal experience. (I've had a miscarriage, for instance, and the last thing I want to read is someone's m/c scene. It wouldn't make me feel better to know that others have gone through the same thing, or to relive it through literature.) But some people do. And, in that case of people who do, I thought I'd pass this along.

Reviews:

NATIONAL BESTSELLER

"Read this book - for enlightenment and entertainment, for good writing about a tough subject. If George Bowering's and Jean Baird's anthology were a feature film, it would receive innumerable thumbs-up and all the stars."
- The Globe and Mail

"Readers will be struck by the level of emotional honesty. . . . Readers who have mourned the loss of someone dear will find solace and validation within the pages of this anthology."
- Winnipeg Free Press

"It might well prove of comfort to the bereft, if only for the variety of experiences these authors have endured."
- National Post

"A fine and powerful collection that is, in places, impossible to read without crying."
- The Gazette

"All the stories are well written and all are worth reading."
- Ottawa Citizen

update

Thank you so much for all the lovely comments.

SIL did not respond. So that's that. Guess I'll see her at Christmas.

I really and truly do forgive her but I'm still sore and I still will never trust her with sacred information.

I do not know how she found out about the IVF, specifically. Someone - can't remember who - asked me in the last post if she possibly found out about my blog. I sure hope not.



And dear Anonymous: Any comment on an 'infertile' blog that begins by saying "maybe this sounds mean" is - you guessed it - out of place and mean. Way to blame the victim. And way to be a hypocrite, too: you're criticizing me for wanting anonymity while you responded to me behind the cloak of Anonymous. Go away.

here is what happened

my sister-in-law 'outed' DH and me. remember, we've been super-private about infertility. well, she blabbed about our infertility AND about our IVF (i don't even know how she knew about the IVF!!!!!!!!!! - i never told anyone IRL that i did IVF to get ninja!).

the only reason she knew about the infertility at all (in vague terms) was because our geneticist wanted DH and i to ask her about a syndrome her stillborn daughter had in case it affected our potential offspring. i trusted her because she's been through 4 miscarriages and 2 stillbirths, and so i figured she'd understand my request for confidentiality.

nope, she didn't. SHE TOLD HER PRAYER CHAIN AT CHURCH! and not even in vague terms but in sordid detail!

now keep in mind that we live in smalltown-land where we all know each other.

so a woman i don't even know asked me point-blank today about doing IVF. she had been in that prayer chain. she and i have a whole bunch of mutual friends, including her daughter who works at the school where i hope to be employed in the new year. so, yeah, everybody knows.

i am so angry and hurt. i had many reasons for keeping IF and IVF a secret:
-it gave me some control over a powerless situation.
-most people i know will not agree with the ethics of IVF and there will be a backlash that will affect not only dh, ninja, and me but also our family and friends.
- i do not want dh getting teased about his mf infertility.
-i do not want ninja getting harassed for being a 'test tube baby' (which is a misnomer anyway).
-i just don't want to field questions about it in general, or get asked about when we're going back for the frosties, or if we're 'trying.' i do not want to discuss it. it hurts me too much.
-and i don't want judgement rained down on my head if we don't attempt to use all 4 frozen embryos (because that would mean that we are baby killers).

but SIL told her prayer chain at church. because apparently letting the prayer chain IN A SMALL TOWN know is more important than respecting my repeated requests for silence.

what right did she have to hijack my life and to tell my story on my behalf??????????

(this isn't the first time this has happened, as well. another SIL didn't respect my dh's wishes for confidentiality about my miscarriage, if you recall, and she went and did the prayer chain thing ... and included my mother-in-law.)

dh phoned her to see what happened because i am too ticked off to talk to her. she started crying on the phone and said that it was just for prayer support.

how come so many christians use 'prayer support' as an excuse to gossip??????????!!!!!!

i am so turned off of 'church' and 'christians' as it is and this has not helped matters.

she and i will have it out about this. i will never be able to trust her again. she was going to be ninja's godmother - now, forget it. i need someone i can trust to do that job.

yep, i'm out

The scene: OHW sits in medical clinic waiting room with Ninja who has a bad cold. An Unknown Woman nearby keeps looking at OHW.


UW: I think we know each other.

OHW: I don't think so. I'm _____ from _____. My parents are _____ and ______. (This is common smalltalk where I'm from because everyone knows each other for miles around.)

UW: No, that's not it. I know your husband from ______________________, and that's how we know each other. We came to your father-in-law's funeral.

OHW: Oh, I see, so you also know ________ and ______ and _______.

UW: Yes. And some of your in-laws because they go to our church.

OHW: Ah, I see.

*Chit-chat*

OHW: Oh, ______ is your daughter? We were friends, actually, and she worked for me once upon a time! We may be working together again in the new year, actually.

UW: Oh my, what a coincidence! It's a small world!

OHW: It certainly is!

*Chit-chat*

UW: Anyway, we heard about your IVF.

OHW: My what?

UW: How you did IVF.

OHW: I'm not sure what you're talking about.

UW: You did fertility treatments for years. Your SIL said that you did IVF. You moved to _______ for it.

OHW: I'm not sure what you're talking about.

UW: Yes, your SIL told us about it.

OHW: I'm sorry, I don't think so.

UW: Oh. (Confused.)

*Nurse calls OHW and Ninja into doctor's office*

UW: Well, nice chatting with you.

OHW: Same.

infertility and facebook

If you're infertile, Facebook hurts. The pregnancy announcements, the ultrasound pics, the 'woe is me' status updates, etc. Heck, my niece even posted on Facebook a play-by-play of her labour and delivery!

Julie over at A Little Pregnant posted a great entry about being infertile on Facebook. It's a response to a Washington Post article about the topic. Julie's mock Facebook status updates in this post are riotously funny and painfully true.

Loribeth (of The Road Less Travelled) wrote an interesting response.

Ah, Facebook. I love it and I hate it.

af

i did ovulate last week and it hurt like an SOB. it was a double-barrel, too: both ovaries were aching.

i wanted to bd but that didn't happen. i was disappointed. we haven't missed a baby-making opportunity in years.

as it turns out, it would've been a lost cause. i got my period today - just a week after ovulation. what a short luteal phase! according to kellymom, i have 'ovulation without luteal competence.' so there ya go.

pcos=milk oversupply?

ah, this makes me feel sour, no pun intended!

i knew, going into motherhood, that my pcos might result in an undersupply of milk.

however, for the first 6 months of ninja's life, i had an oversupply of milk. it led to her copious daily vomiting, lost sleep (because she'd throw up once or twice before nursing to sleep), and other things such as me leaking through everything all the time.

with the help of jack newman's breastfeeding book, i realized - FINALLY - what the problem was and i figured out on my own how to fix it (i had to pump once or twice a day until i was dry - then feed baby).

today i happened to come across research suggesting that in women with pcos, an oversupply can result (and in a rather large percentage!).

AGHHHHHH. would have been good to know that going into all of this! i mean, i'm glad i had too much rather than not enough but it would have been nice to avoid it by being proactive. but breastfeeding isn't exactly out-in-the-open common knowledge and so how would i have known that?

mommy moments

ran into a former colleague (the one from a few months ago who b!tched about being a mom). she's expecting again. yay for her.

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my dh's employee is 18 years old. so is his new wife. they are 'trying.'

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i have a cousin, A, who, despite her love for animals and her volunteer work in palliative care, is missing a sensitivity chip. we bicker on Facebook over spanking (i'm con, she's pro), how old the world is, SAHM vs 'work out' mom, etc. she says some things that make me feel absolutely incredulous. i think i blogged about her a few weeks ago (re: the spanking issue).

anyway, she just said the dumbest thing online.

A's Facebook status: I can't believe I'm turning 30 in a few weeks! I'm getting old!

Our mutual cousin, S (dealt with infertility her whole life and has never been able to sustain a pregnancy) comments: i'm looking forward to my next birthday, and i'll be 40...But, have never felt younger than i do these days...

A: What's your secret? Not having kids maybe? LOL

S: very close...having a hysterectomy

A: LOL Well I don't wanna do that. lol

yep, i wanna smack her, too. my dh, who normally doesn't swear, let out a string of expletives when i told him about A's latest online misdemeanour.

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ran into another cousin today. she's open about her infertility and baby loss (one live child, miscarriages, and one stillborn child). she mentioned that her RE had given her the green light to try again. IVF was supposed to be the best option but she didn't want to go through with that.

ah, i wanted to tell her. but i couldn't.

then she mentioned her reasons against IVF (excess embryos, playing God, etc.). including what public opinion would be if she tried it.

every reason why I am NOT open about my ART experiences. i'm glad i kept mum, at least for now.

she wondered sadly if she needed to accept that she had a one-child family.

i said fiercely that she needed to do what was best for herself. i added that i was happy for her green light and that she'd be in my thoughts. she smiled gratefully at me. she probably thinks she's the only one. if she only knew.

love

i just went into our room for the third time to put my little girl back to bed (a common occurrence). i lay down beside her. lying on her tummy, she propped herself up to examine my face and touch me to see if mommy was really beside her. with a sigh, she snuggled into my side, stretched out her arm, and fell back asleep.

this child barely naps and she doesn't sleep well at night, either. i could have jumped up and finally had some time to myself (which, really, i need and desire). but it was too sweet to lie in the dark, listening to the radio, and cuddling with my almost-9-month-old daughter.

i've always heard parents say that they didn't know what love was until their children were born. that they didn't understand the force of parental love until it smacked them in the face. that the waves of love came upon birth; or that they developed over time.

i can say unequivocally that my maternal feelings are the same as they were before she was even conceived. i never experienced a sudden 'aha' moment about my feelings for my daughter. when i first laid eyes on her, i simply thought, "oh, there you are!" i loved and wanted her passionately. i always have, i still do, and i always will.

ovulating?

i think i'm ovulating. all the signs are there.

i didn't think it would come so soon. but ninja is starting to gum down her solids, i've cut back on night nursing, and yeah. according to the la leche league, it's not that surprising that my fertility (ha) would return.

i don't want to deal with this. i know exactly what i'll do when my cycles resume: still try to get pregnant 'naturally.' and i'll be disappointed every single time.

at least it won't be as bad as before. i've got ninja. but still.

Nobel Prize for Medicine

Congratulations, Robert Edwards. We are grateful.

Also, I saw another interesting story on new developments in IVF research.

work? or sahm?

might be going back to work in january. i am so conflicted about this (as is every new mother, i know). my old principal recruited me. i loved working with her. and now that i have a graduate degree, i'd get decent pay.

pros:
-$ (my maternity leave runs out in january and dh's paycheque is barely enough for us to live on)
-i like the school
-i could get out of the house every day - i get so claustrophobic every day
-ninja would be exposed to other kids
-ninja would spend time with my mom and would pick up one of our native languages
-i could still nurse ninja during most noon hours

cons:
-that much time away from ninja?
-the winter drive is wicked
-no sleep (ninja wakes up 7-12 times/night)
-no free time whatsoever
-will i find good daycare? will a spot even be open?
-would ninja adjust? would she nap at daycare? would she cry all day for me?

i have 2 or 3 weeks to decide.

explanation

i live in a bible belt. i won't say which denominations are popular but several are pretty hardcore.

spanking kids is still considered normal here. i was spanked as a kid, even though i don't feel that it helped me at all; in fact, i think it delayed my development. (i am afraid of authority and i'm nonconfrontational to the point of having to be passive-aggressive at times although i've really improved in the last few years.) i could be reasoned with although no one ever took the time to do this.

i'm not criticizing my parents, though. they did what was popular at the time. besides, their brand of spanking was 'lite' compared to the abuse my dad took when he was a kid. incidentally, my parents now say that, if they were to parent all over again, they would not spank.

i do not believe in spanking. i'm into attachment parenting, peaceful parenting, or whatever you want to call it. to me, it's just common sense - to read a baby's/child's cues and to respond appropriately - but apparently i'm in the minority. anyway, whatever. i don't mean to start a debate on that point. i know this is a loaded topic.

my cousin - the one whose baby was due two days apart from my first baby (whom i subsequently miscarried) - posted something on FB about reading the book 'To Train Up a Child' by Debi and Michael Pearl, part of the cohort of 'christian baby trainers' (a kind of christian author who is in favour of rigid schedules, cry-it-out, spanking, etc. - not all christians are like this - see the Sears books on parenting, for instance).

i'm on an anti-pearl FB group because their book amounts to no more than a child abuse manual. if you believe in hitting an infant, go read and follow that book. yep, it's that bad. they are crazies. and their book has sold over a million copies. scary.

here are a few quotations:

-On p.79 they recommend whipping a 7 month old for screaming: A seven-month-old boy had, upon failing to get his way, stiffened clenched his fists, bared his toothless gums and called down damnation on the whole place. At a time like that, the angry expression on a baby’s face can resemble that of one instigating a riot. The young mother, wanting to do the right thing, stood there in helpless consternation, apologetically shrugged her shoulders and said, “What can I do?” My incredulous nine-year-old whipped back, “Switch him.” The mother responded, “I can’t, he’s too little.” With the wisdom of a veteran who had been on the little end of the switch, my daughter answered, “If he is old enough to pitch a fit, he is old enough to be spanked.”

-On p.56 Debi Pearl trades blows with a 2 year old: This time, her bottom came off the couch as she drew back to return the blow; and I heard a little karate like wheeze come from somewhere deep inside.

-The Pearls recommend pulling a nursing infant’s hair (p.7): One particularly painful experience of nursing mothers is the biting baby. My wife did not waste time finding a cure. When the baby bit, she pulled hair (an alternative has to be sought for baldheaded babies).

(thank you to Why Not Train a Child for the quotations.)

my cousin is hugely into this kind of thing. she quotes scripture on it and her interpretations would do the pharisees proud. i know all the references. i grew up in a church like hers. i used to believe in all of that discourse. i don't anymore. i even spent a chapter of my thesis critiquing my culture's beliefs about corporal punishment.

i went in to my bedroom, held my sleeping daughter, and cried. i vowed to her that i will never, ever treat her with anything less than respect and love. i will be hugely firm and consistent with her. i will do my best to teach her how to mother her own children.

i had to say something to my cousin. other people were reading what she said about the book and i had to at least try to protect the innocent children out there whose caregivers might actually read that book because of seeing it on FB. i gave examples of the abusive techniques espoused by the pearls. i called that book out as a child abuse manual and i cited references.

my words incited a FB war. i got laughed at and i was quoted-scripture-at and i was accused (most ironically) of misquoting and misinterpreting. i haven't returned to the conversation to see what else people said. it makes me feel frantic that people would beat their innocent children and babies.

and the implications about myself as a parent ... sigh. apparently i am a terrible parent because i don't believe in spanking my baby for not 'obeying' me (e.g., playing with her food, trying to get out of naps. hello, she is EIGHT MONTHS OLD!). i'm not parenting in a godly manner. and so on.

today my cousin posted more nonsense, including a video of a male preacher going on about spanking. her comment: if you don't spank your kids, you hate them.

i am so sad that anyone would think that about me because i don't believe in spanking. i cherish my precious daughter. she is my gift and my best thing. i love her so much that i'm willing to take the time to guide her with patience and creativity. i want her to grow up to become a vocal, unique, creative, smart, inquisitive, kind, powerful woman. dh and i will NOT raise her to cower in fear of authority (despite how she would have been raised in our culture in the past). and she is going to turn out great and we will be proud of her.

i've ceased to ask where the justice is in all of this. the word 'justice' can't appear logically in any conversation (or monologue, in this case) about infertility, as we all know. i've wanted a baby for a long time. my cousin has a bunch. her last baby is the one i should have had.yep, that's how i feel about it. he should have been mine. she is raising him up in The Way of the Lord. i'm afraid for him and for his siblings and for all other children who are raised to be terrified of their parents and of adults in general. because that's supposed to reflect 'fear of the Lord.' (oh, the painful literalism of the interpretation nearly kills me.)

be afraid. be very afraid.

i hold my daughter even closer and i pray she will never fall prey to the christian baby trainers.

on beating the snot out of a baby/kid

Dr Sears says, "Beware the Christian baby-trainers." Was he ever right.

There are people out there - including relatives of mine, I'm sorry to say - who still believe in beating your kids to show your dominance over them.

And they imply that I'm disobeying God for not doing the same.

I can't elaborate right now because I am too upset.

no longer keeping mum?

for a variety of reasons, i have kept mum (sorry, bad pun) about our IF situation. shame is one of them and i don't really want to get into that in this post, simply for lack of time. another compelling reason is that, in our faith-based community, we would be judged like crazy for having done IVF. another, quite frankly, is that i don't want to be asked about it every two seconds or to be considered the token IVF spokesperson (i don't know any real-life friends or family members who've needed IVF).

however, the trend in the IF blogosphere lately has been to 'come out'(for lack of a better term).

i've been trying, for a few weeks now, to write a commentary on this trend but i haven't been able to get around to it. however, i wanted to share the links on this topic that caught my interest (sadly, this blog appears to have been deleted):

I AM THE FACE movement

What IF?: A portrait of infertility (this is a moving video)

This Woman has a Secret

people with infertility are being IGNORED (a message from RESOLVE)

what we have here is a failure to communicate (great last sentence)

i won't stay silent forever. to me, this is Ninja's story now. when she is old enough, i will tell her everything. she can choose to keep mum or to tell. by then, i will be old enough that perhaps people's opinions won't matter so much to me anymore.

dear baby

Dear Ninja,

I don't think I've ever taken you for granted, not when I first dreamed of you years ago, not when you were swimming in my ocean, not now when you cause me sleepless nights.

I feel cursed because I can't relive the first months I've had with you in my arms. Despite soaking in every moment, it wasn't enough.

People whose babies come along easily do not know what I mean. They look forward to reliving their experiences through the next baby. If they miss a day, it's okay, it doesn't matter because another one will come along.

There's a good chance that there will be no next baby. You are the baby. You are so wonderful, I want another one of you. But the doctor who helped us make you told me that I have only a 15-25% chance with a double transfer.

"Could be 15, could be 25. It's hard to say. It's a crapshoot. All the labs in the city are having problems with FETs. I don't know what our stats will be for this year," he said.

Your dad was taking care of you in the other room; you were crying because you were supposed to sleep and you didn't want to. Your dad says your problem is that we love you too much and that, as a result, you can't bear to be away from us; that's why you can't sleep.

I was shattered. I thought surely our chance would be at least 30%. Even a 'normal' couple gets a 20% chance every cycle. I must have heard wrong. I asked again and the answer stayed the same. (For even the one below-average embryo we transferred a few years ago, I heard 13%.)

Just to attempt this, I have to save at least $2000 for the procedure (plus money for a week's worth of travel for the three of us), wean you, go through more blood tests and ultrasounds, take a week off to fly to the big city, and then endure a dreaded two week wait to find out if we are successful.

The worst part is the weaning. If I were a normal person, I'd let you breastfeed until you decided to wean. I already don't know how I'm going to stop you from nursing, especially at night. And it is a special part of our relationship, no matter how hard it is. Should I stop breastfeeding for a baby who likely will not happen? I'd be short-changing you.

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What if you ask me for a sibling and I can't give you one?

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Being pregnant with you was so wonderful. What if it never happens again?

All my regrets from being pregnant. I didn't get maternity pictures done. I was too afraid that photos of my burgeoning belly would jinx everything.

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Today I was wearing a maternity top I bought a few weeks ago. It works for nursing and it was on sale and so I thought, "In case I do get pregnant again, I'll pull this out in the future, as well." I can't think like that. I took the shirt off.

Went out. Reminders everywhere. Maternity clothes. Creed's song 'Arms Wide Open.'

You and I are supposed to go see my friend tomorrow who is due any day and I don't want to; I don't want to see her belly and hear her complain about her discomfort.

I held you and kissed you at every opportunity. That's nothing new. I do that every day. I tried to be even more conscious about it, though: holding you, kissing you, and knowing that every day with you might be the last one.

Every day is the last, in a sense. Today, for instance, was the only September 15th 2010 in my life that I will ever hold my seven-month-old baby in my arms.

Love,

Mama

writing, birthing, infertility...woman's work

Mel over at the Stirrup Queens wrote a great post comparing infertility to writing/publishing.

To paraphrase: the author John le Carre compares writing to childbirth and, because I'm too tired to elaborate (but I'm sure you can imagine), there are many problems with doing so. Mel ties it up nicely at the end of the post by saying: "Perhaps I am simply bitter because in his analogy, it sounds like having a child is just something you decide to do (such as … oh, writing a book) and we all know that it isn’t quite that simple. Nor is the loss of life quite akin to a few deleted paragraphs." Hear, hear!

By the way: I, being a nerd, had to comment that "it is typical of male writers to compare writing to childbirth. (E.g., Philip Sydney, Shakespeare, Alexander Pope.) Historically, this is a common analogy for men to use even though they have no first-hand experience in the matter." I did graduate work on this topic and, I tell ya, was I ever thrilled to be able to pull out what I learned and apply it to 'the real world.' heehee

Back to the topic at hand. Mel's words resounded in my head. I spent a year of my life writing a thesis on a topic near and dear to my heart. I was pregnant for the last push of writing/defence and it was odd and wonderful to live out the centuries-old analogy between writing/creating and gestation/childbirth.

Everyone says my thesis is immediately publishable (there is nothing out there like it and I know it is good) – and I’m too afraid to do anything with it.

What if 'everyone' is wrong and I fail? A sound rejection would be a BFN, of sorts, and although that would be crushing, at least it wouldn't be as soul-destroying (to me, anyway) as a post-IVF miscarriage.

Plus, time is an issue. My manuscript, while perfectly fine as a thesis, needs major renovations to turn it into a publishable book. That requires blocks of time. On deck is the perennial question: when would I, a woman and a mother, find time to write? (Enter the chorus: commenters such as Christine de Pisan, Virgina Woolf, Tillie Olsen, and millions of other women who have longed to write and create yet are bound to housework and jobs and social obligations.)

I wanted this binding, no pun intended. I knew that having a baby would banish my free time. That came true and I am not sorry. I worked hard to get to where I am and I cherish every day I have with my child. Right now, she is my main act of creation.

Yet, to be pragmatic, I ask myself: when can I get this done? Perhaps I need to wait. But I can't wait too long otherwise my document will have to be overhauled to include new research out there on my topic. I spent so much time on my book. Everything I had went into those words and into getting pregnant. It really is now or never.

When to do this? One of my sisters-in-law said: NAPTIME!

Ha ha ha. Ninja does not do this thing called naps. The most I can get out of her is a 40-minute snooze. By the time I wait 5 minutes to see if she is really asleep, get something to eat, answer the phone, etc., she is awake and she requires my full attention.

Working into the night: also not an option (at least, not yet). Ninja is up often to nurse and it takes hours to get her into bed in the first place.

Baby-sitters are also out of the question, at this point. Ninja is still almost exclusively breastfed and she will not take a bottle. (She is intrigued by the sippy cup but she loses patience with it.)

It is important that I make the effort to publish - my academic work is very important to me. I see I will have to be creative with making time for my project. It's true: a woman's work is never done.

hearing the word 'mom'

Yesterday my baby started calling me Mom. Well, it was more like mahm-mahm-mahm-mahm.

She has been able to say the 'ma' syllable for some time but yesterday was the first time I knew she was connecting it with my body.

Big smile on both our faces. :) I cried a little bit and told her I'd waited a long time for that moment.

update

I haven't updated in a while, for reasons about which I'm still musing.

My daughter is doing well. She is sitting, crawling, and she has even pulled herself up to standing. She is cutting four teeth at once. Her hair needs its first trim. She can hardly bear to be away from me. She hears thunder and thinks it's her daddy walking around in the other room.

To any other (fertile) person, I think she'd be a cross to bear. Does that sound harsh? I don't see her that way but I think a 'fertile' parent would. Her sleep issues are beyond ridiculous (e.g., today she had one 45-minute nap - that's it - and it takes hours to put her to bed, plus she is up at least 5 times/night to nurse). I think she is a lucky little lady to be born to me because, with all I've gone through to get her, I dwell only on her comically beautiful smile.

further proof that the world is unfair

Around 10 years ago, my cousin and her husband were expecting their first child but he was lost - stillborn at 6 months - and my cousin had to have a hysterectomy, to boot. They are living childfree.

Couple of days ago, cousin's husband is in a parking lot and he helps deliver a stranger's baby in the backseat of a car.

Cosmically unfunny. People are writing funny comments all over his Facebook and I just cringed.