Crickets…
April 22, 2009
So I sent the letter on Monday. I have not heard from my mother yet. Total silence. I thought she would call last night and while I don’t think I would have answered, I was really surprised that she didn’t call…sigh….I don’t know what to do…I guess there isn’t anything to do but wait…she’s pissed at me, I know it…Do I regret sending the letter? Nope.
We have an appointment to see the RE in about a week to discuss “super-ovulation.” A woman on the Balanced Translocation Yahoo Group who has the same translocation that I do emailed me that her RE wouldn’t do the super-ovulation because, like me, she got pregnant easily. People with my type of translocation are the most common and it’s the least severe in terms of how it effects staying pregnant.* Yeah me. Anywho, her RE said that she would not do the super-ovulation because if she kept trying, eventually one would stick. This is why IVF with Pre-genetic diagnosis is not recommended for me either. The cost does not justify the benefit. And the great news is, she now has two children, just like I got pregnant with the boys. Great. Groovy. So I’m supposed to just keep trying. This is not a third child that I am trying for here people – I don’t have any other living children to look at and think, “I’m okay with one.” I would have stopped at the boys if they had lived. I’m not being greedy. I want the universe to understand that. I’m not being greedy…just…OH COME ON!!! (fist is raised in the air and I am looking up…)
So I keep trying and it’s loss after loss. I’m pregnant for 2 weeks then I’m not. I don’t even get excited over a positive HPT anymore. If it’s not a super-dark positive line, chances are, it’s not sticking. I don’t even call the doctor – I don’t plan to until I hit the 9 week mark (I’ve gotten to 8 weeks twice now, I figure I make it to 9, then I will get excited..or not). I just monitor my symptoms in case of an ectopic pregnancy and usually, one day I wake up and I don’t feel pregnant anymore. And this is my life, over and over again. Watching people around me get pregnant, have babies and move forward. I’m stuck here in a cycle of loss that feels never ending.
My RE will probably say no to the super-ovulation but I have to ask. For my peace of mind, I have to ask.
*There is a whole world of this out there involving Robertsonian Translocations and break points and trisomy 13, 18, Down’s Syndrome. If you are interested, email me but it’s a lesson in Genetics and my recall from college has been really tested….
Survived Thanksgiving
December 1, 2008
Since this blog is all about my ability to survive things that have happened this past year (blah), I thought I would let you all know that yes, indeed, I survived Thanksgiving with my family. Hubby and I left Thursday morning instead of Wednesday night mainly because the traffic out of Raleigh towards the beach is BAD on the Wednesday before turkey day – last year it was awful trying to get to the ‘Boro (Swansboro for those of you not in the “know”) – a 2 and 1/2 hour trip took us nearly 4 hours last year….no, not happening.
Got to the ‘Boro, hung with Mom who managed to not say anything inappropriate or mean to me (she did call Hubby “shit for brains” or something close, I didn’t actually hear all of what she said), and we headed over to the family’s house for dinner. We ate, drank, played board games, went home, went to bed and were back in Holly Springs by 3:30 on Friday afternoon. I call it “Tag Team Turkey Day” – get in, get out, get it over with.
It was awesome.
Spent the rest of the weekend in my jammies, cleaning house, making our own turkey, destroying stuffing (don’t ask), shopping online, sleeping until noon (for some reason I am super-duper tired, my stomach is sick and I’m hot all the time – probably food poisoning or early menopause) and going to see “Twilight” (you will be sadly disappointed).
Only cried twice and no one asked me what I am “thankful” for this year.
I survived.
Now, just to get through Christmas……..
Apprehension
October 8, 2008
So this is probably going to be my last post until Monday. Michelle is coming in the morning and we are headed out on Friday, I think, to go to the beach and then the family reunion. Every day that it gets closer and closer, I get more and more apprehensive. It’s silly, they are my family but I’m just still so anxious around people. I was hoping it would be better with yoga and meditation but so far, nothing has changed.
Both Michelle and Hubby have told me repeatedly that we don’t need to go but I want to – it’s just that I don’t want to.
Sort of like getting pregnant again, huh?
Stop by on Monday for the full blown report.
Social Anxiety Disorder or Just Nuts?
September 24, 2008
So I may have mentioned that I get a little freaked out around “people.” It’s not so much strangers but people who know that I was pregnant and know what happened. I still have a tiny voice in my head that tells me that someone thinks I did something to cause the death of the boys and that they think it was my fault that the boys died. It’s not rational but hey, I’m not known for my rationality – just ask my hubby.
I finally agreed to attend the family reunion in October. I haven’t seen much of my family since the loss of the babies and in fact, I don’t think any of them actually saw me pregnant. I had planned to visit for Easter but was on bed rest and then Mother’s Day, well, I wasn’t in the mood for company. Part of me feels like if I go to the reunion, I have to come for Thanksgiving and then there is Christmas. I feel like if we attend events at my families’ house, we have go to hubby’s families’ house for Christmas and I can’t do it. His cousin’s baby will be 3 months old, his sister’s baby will be 2 months old…our babies would have been 4 months old. They had Christmas outfits with reindeer faces on the butt….it’s not fucking fair! See? Not the best attitude for Christmas.
But I am going to the reunion because Cousin Jen-Jen will be there and Michelle is flying out. I am only going because Michelle agreed to come. Otherwise, I don’t think that Jen-Jen and Hubby are enough of an arsenal to protect me from the stupid things that people will say. Not so much the family but people who come 5 minutes before dinner is served and leave 10 minutes after. They don’t help set up and they sure as hell don’t stay for clean up but for some reason they have no problem saying, “Martha, when you and Hubby gonna get knocked up?” That was last year and I can’t guarantee that they will pull their heads out of their asses or lift their faces from their troughs long enough to remember that my babies died.
And therefore, every time I think about going, I feel like the room is closing in on me….
I’m Placing My Order Now….
September 2, 2008
So to continue where I left off last week, my mother called last Wednesday night to see if Hubby and I were coming for the family reunion in October. I said that I wasn’t sure. I’m just not really sure I am ready to spend a lot of time with a lot of people. My mother’s answer, “these aren’t people, they are family.” Oh really? Because it’s usually a ton of people that my mother, aunt and uncle know who show up about 10 minutes before it’s time to eat, eat a ton of food that we have worked all day to prepare and then bail about an hour later and not offer to help clean up. The folks that are related to me are there all day and stay to clean up and make up about 20 of the 100 people who show up. I don’t have a lot of loyalty to those people.
My mother says to me, “well, let me just say this. I am your mother.”
Um, okay, what the hell does that mean? And then my mother launches into a huge lecture about how I am disappointing her, my family and anybody else by not coming, that I am being selfish by secluding myself at home with hubby and by not letting the people who love me comfort…So I said to her, “look, I can barely get in and out of Trader Joe’s, Target or anywhere else where there are a lot of people, especially children. It’s all I can do most days to get to work. If I feel up to it, I will come but I am not going to let you make me feel obligated to go just so people can “comfort” me.”
So my mother says, “fine, just think about it.” And then she says, “so you and hubby are trying again?” Now, I am not sure if this was a question or if she really knew that we were wanting to have another baby so I said, “yes, we are working on having another baby.”
“Well,” she says, “I am placing my order now, I want a little girl.”
Dead silence on my end. Really, I think, you are really going to say that to me after I have lost 2 little boys? Really? Like the fact that they were boys means it’s okay that they died because you wanted a little girl. See, she did this before. When I told her I was pregnant, she called back to tell me she wanted a little girl. Then when we found out they were twins, she told me she wanted twin little girls. Then when they turned out to be boys, she didn’t say anything, didn’t ask names, nothing. She was disappointed.
“Martha, are you there?” she asks.
“Yes, I am here. What do want me to say? That I will have a little girl to make you happy? What the hell, Mom? I just want a baby who is alive and breathing. Let’s just hope for that, okay?”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” she says, “I was just joking. Are you pregnant?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD. I am in hell. Hell.
“No Mom, I’m not.”
“Well, do you think this time, I can be the first to know? I mean, last time, EVERYBODY else knew before I did. I am your mother.”
Again with the “I am your mother” crap. It’s as if by saying that, she thinks she has a license to treat me like crap.
“No, you can not be the first to know, Hubby will be the first to know and you were not the last person to know last time, you were the second or third person to know. In fact, despite my repeated requests that you NOT disclose our news about our pregnancy, you told the entire family on Christmas eventhough it was not your news to tell. How would it be possible for you to be the last person to know if you told everyone? Why does it matter when you know?”
She says, “I was not the second person to know, Hubby’s mother was.” See, my mother is in constant competition with Hubby’s mother, a lovely woman who my mother has met once at the wedding dispite repeated invites to a bridal shower thrown by MIL and a bridal luncheon the day of the wedding also thrown by MIL. My mother refused to attend either, giving no reason why.
“Mom, I am done with this conversation. I don’t want to talk about this, it doesn’t matter. I need to go make dinner. I will talk to you later.”
“Martha, I don’t know why you are being so hostile, you just do whatever you want and damn the consequences, right?”
“Mom, I am hanging up.”
And I did.