Well, two teddy bears.
And a uterine infection.
And a touch of ptsd.
Dr. Shrink reduced the new med and I'm feeling all kinds of things. All kinds of things that suck.
Wishing we had waited. Tried to wait to deliver. Wondering what life would be like now.
Wishing I had at least gotten to hold him.
I know, I likely spared him painful procedures.
I know, I could have held him after he was gone. Cold.
I couldn't. Not cold.
I know that others have held their child as he or she passed away.
I am envious.
The other day I was at school for a meeting with my adviser and, on my way into the bathroom, almost ran smack into a gorgeous pregnant woman. She was pulling the door open as I was pushing it open. The wife of a colleague. She is about 39 weeks.
They had a loss at 13 or 14 weeks. He says she is still anxious about losing this baby, despite the fact that things are going smoothly. I told him it's not unreasonable. He said there are members of her family who had stillbirth(s).
He couldn't wait to get away from me. When I left, I was ripped apart.
Trying to get used to the idea of adoption. Elizabeth Sw1re Fa1ker has a book about it, I think. It was too perky for me. Yet, anyway.
Really feeling the end of this. No chance of pregnancy. Never being that woman.
Never holding my baby. Never holding a baby I'd carried.
There is a package, a cartridge of the remnants of the fo11istim we used when I got pg with the boys. And from our last attempt. There are unopened packages of syringes. A bag from cvs with 1oven0x in it. The brave11e donated by a friend, just in case we decided on another cycle. I don't know when it expires, but kind of soon, I think.
I should donate the donation, but I can't seem to go back to my RE's office. I know too much about him via FB, among other things. But I know how grateful I was to get donated drugs. It's not his patient's fault the RE seems to be having a mid-life crisis. If it's not expired yet. Like me.
(Or is that ungenerous of me?)
A good friend, S, is in transition. She and her family are moving across the country. Her husband and kids are on their way, she will follow in a week or two. She misses them. A hole in her chest, she said on FB. Her dog is being clingy. Dogs, I told her yesterday, are good at filling holes. She knew what I meant.
Stella climbed on my lap today, when I got home from errands. My 30-pound lap dog. It was good. But still.
I fell apart in the car today, on the way home from errands. 1ngrid michae1son singing "Fools Rush In." I started thinking of my niece, but all I could see was me holding a baby. My baby. A baby that would be mine.