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Mar. 6th, 2006 12:24 amLindsay is not colicky. She has acid reflux. I cannot imagine the hell it is to be so tiny and feel such huge pain. She's not even three weeks old. But there are things that can be done for her now, and the older she gets, the more there will be to do. My mom will be getting an inclined sleep positioner for her sometime this week, which should help reduce the severity and number of bedtime episodes.
I'm driving a Chevy Malibu right now. I had no idea how inferior American cars really were. The car is shorter than the Maxima, but the cab is cavernous to the point that the rear view is distorted (what little there is). The wheel base is too narrow and the steering wheel is half the size of a Japanese car's. All the windows are tiny and the blind spots are very much increased. In order to look at the clock or the radio, I have to look down--taking my eyes off the road. I can't wait to get my car back.
March sucks. My car got wrecked. Some good friends lost someone very important to them. My father died on March 23. I hate March.
The only thing I ever wanted for myself was a child. Everyone has a career or an accomplishment that they want to achieve for him or herself. A child was mine. I want to be a mother.
And that will never happen. Sure, with the right medical care I could carry a child to term and deliver it, even with my semi-destroyed cervix. But every day I inch closer to the autoimmune disease that will nearly paralyze me in my thirties. It will be hard to walk. I won't be able to run, or dance, or lift a child.
I will never have the only thing that has ever truly mattered to me; the only thing that ever caused me to value myself.
I am isolated up here, and I have no future.
I'm driving a Chevy Malibu right now. I had no idea how inferior American cars really were. The car is shorter than the Maxima, but the cab is cavernous to the point that the rear view is distorted (what little there is). The wheel base is too narrow and the steering wheel is half the size of a Japanese car's. All the windows are tiny and the blind spots are very much increased. In order to look at the clock or the radio, I have to look down--taking my eyes off the road. I can't wait to get my car back.
March sucks. My car got wrecked. Some good friends lost someone very important to them. My father died on March 23. I hate March.
The only thing I ever wanted for myself was a child. Everyone has a career or an accomplishment that they want to achieve for him or herself. A child was mine. I want to be a mother.
And that will never happen. Sure, with the right medical care I could carry a child to term and deliver it, even with my semi-destroyed cervix. But every day I inch closer to the autoimmune disease that will nearly paralyze me in my thirties. It will be hard to walk. I won't be able to run, or dance, or lift a child.
I will never have the only thing that has ever truly mattered to me; the only thing that ever caused me to value myself.
I am isolated up here, and I have no future.
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Date: 2006-03-06 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-06 06:18 am (UTC)I pretty much generally feel shitty about it. These things are supposed to get easier with time, but it's actually gotten harder.
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Date: 2006-03-06 11:56 pm (UTC)The thing that hurts is that I know what kind of mother you WILL be. (I refuse to look at it in a negative light.) You do have an open and caring heart. You will shower your child with love, tenderness and guidance.
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Date: 2006-03-08 03:35 pm (UTC)Hey, I have some pictures of you and a shaggy black friend. I've been trying to get ahold of E-rock, but no success yet. Would you be comfortable bypassing him?
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Date: 2006-03-10 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-08 03:36 pm (UTC)I'm hoping, but I don't wait for miracles.
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:32 pm (UTC)We can't.
*hugs* It hurts to even think about it.
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Date: 2006-03-08 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-06 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-08 03:37 pm (UTC)I don't think I have it in me to live Stephen Hawking's life, let alone to subject a child to it.
But I'm not ruling out a miracle; I'm just not expecting one.
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