When dropping the Child off at preschool this morning, I notice that the mom of one of his classmates, hugely pregnant last time I saw her, is no longer sporting a belly. Sure enough, behind her is a baby carrier with a brand new (and amazingly cute) baby. The Child is stalling and not wanting to go into his classroom, so I try to redirect his attention: “Look, Child, J has a brand new baby brother—do you want to see him?” The Child begins to sob, “But I don’t have a baby brother!”
We never told him about baby-not-to-be, and I don’t know if he sensed anything about the pregnancy or the loss of it. This particular instance was nothing more than a three-year-old seeing something he doesn’t have and wanting it because his friend has it. But it just about ripped by heart out.
Long time ago, I saw a card that struck a chord with me. It showed a fork in the road. An arrow was pointed in each direction. One said, "My life." The other said, "No longer an option." This blog is about my life. The choices I make are my life. Everything else is no longer an option.
Who Am I?
I am Kate. I am married to the Husband of 10 years--a man who totally rocks my world with his mind, his body and his soul. I am a mother to Child--an energetic six-year-old who is so much more outgoing than his parents. I am a professional in the field that I love--but currently in a job that makes me yearn for more.
Expanding our family proved more difficult than we expected. After a diagnosis of unexplained secondary infertility, a pregnancy, a devastating miscarriage and then finally a viable pregnancy, we are now a family of four, with the birth of Baby in October 2007.
I have many more questions than answers, and this is my venting space.
Expanding our family proved more difficult than we expected. After a diagnosis of unexplained secondary infertility, a pregnancy, a devastating miscarriage and then finally a viable pregnancy, we are now a family of four, with the birth of Baby in October 2007.
I have many more questions than answers, and this is my venting space.
Child is
Baby is
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