August 20, 2007
And I would have stayed up with you all night/Had I known how to save a life.*
Today I made my way up to London, dredging myself through the station and up the wide streets of the suburbs. Autumn is definitely on its way – summer completely passed us by, and I had to pull my sweater close around me to keep the chill off. Inside I was warm, content with the contents of a large cup of coffee that had been funded by a lucky find of a crumpled £5 on the floor of Waterloo Station. No one was around who could possibly have dropped it, so it found its way into my pocket.
I went to London to see my therapist.
Based on how completely physically exhausted it made me – I had to take a bath and a nap upon getting home and am still so utterly tired now, to say nothing of the hours of contractions it brought on – I think my therapy days are now on hold until well after the babies arrive.
I needed to talk to him about how things were. About Jeff’s visit, which never got any better, but simply alternated between “The old Jeff we know and love” to “The new Jeff we want to throw over the side of the bridge”. Some moments were good – during one of his tantrums I went and got out a puzzle, which I quietly did at the kitchen table until he joined me, and we didn’t talk about anything serious. Some moments were bad – he was abusive, abrasive, and when my Dad and Stepmom called and asked me to say hi from Grandma and Grandpa from them, Jeff – who heretofore had been calling them his Grandma and Grandpa – coldly informed me that they weren’t his grandparents.
The worst of it came during the puzzle, actually. He was being kind of a dick but I ignored it and just tried to be even keel. We talked about the eye surgery his dad had when he was an infant – Angus was born with a wonky eye and it had to be operated on, so although he has vision in both eyes he has no depth perception and he cannot catch things if you throw them at him, because he cannot track them. Jeff too had surgery as an infant – he had a stomach problem that necessitated surgery. We talked about this surgery, and then Jeff said, looking out the window, “Dad’s surgery wasn’t serious. My surgery was serious. I could have died.” He stared off into the distance, and continued. “I wish I had died then. Everything would be easier.”
Whoa.
WHOA.
I went about it calmly, but inside I wanted to call all hands on deck. “Well,” I said snapping a puzzle piece into place in a voice as calm and soothing as a nutcase like me can muster. “It’s true you could have died when you were a baby. But you survived and I’m very glad you did. I know your dad is, too. We would miss you terribly if anything happened to you.”
He looked at me.
I donÂ’t know if I reached him.
When they left, we were emotionally spent. I feel like such a shit for admitting it, but I was kind of glad to see him go, simply because the chaos that surrounded him was unbearable. Sunday we did absolutely nothing, and we needed that recovery time. Angus, I know, is deeply upset by his son's confusion and upset. It's eating him. I can hear it from here. I have many faults. He has many faults. One thing he cannot be faulted with, however, is not being a loving father - when the kids are here he's often so happy it's amazing.
I mention the puzzle surgery conversation to my therapist. “I worry,” I say softly. “I thought that way, too. I thought that way, and look what happened to me.”
“He could turn out the same as you did,” my therapist agreed. “What he said was very serious and indicative of a lot of confusion that’s in his mind. But there is every chance that he could wind up differently, that he doesn’t have to stay in the same pattern.”
I find this hard to believe. It doesn’t compute. When moms go on the poison warpath, the relationships with the dads disappear. Mine did. Angus’ did. In fact, although I love my father massively and he’s a huge part of my life, Angus’ (and his brothers’) relationship with their dad never recovered. They aren’t close, and truly, that ship has sailed. In my mind, it all gets a thousand times worse from here, with Jeff heading towards addictions and obsessions, suicide attempts and self-abuse the likes of which no one can comprehend. He’s already struggling – he has a nervous tick and it’s gotten worse over the past month. His mood swings are powerful. His anger is fierce. Now he believes life would be better without him. I want to stop this, I want to fix it, I know this path and I don't want anyone else to walk it.
“You can’t fix this, Helen,” my therapist says kindly. “You need to provide support to Angus and you need to trust in life, that life will handle things differently.”
“I can’t sit back and watch someone turn out like me,” I reply. “That’s the worst case scenario.”
“Angus’ ex is hurting, and Jeff is going to need a scapegoat for his mother’s pain. The best person for that, I’m afraid, is you. You will probably need to be the bad guy for a while, and let him understand someday that you are not a bad person.”
This I understand. Jeff needs to believe in the infallibility of his parents. He needs to believe that they love and adore him and would never hurt him, because believing otherwise makes for an unstable place. I support this completely. It hurts like hell, but I support it. I hate feeling like the bad person, I hate the lies, the untruths, the drama...but if it helps, if it prevents Jeff from veering down the path I was on, then I'll do it. It's about a father and son. That's all it needs to be about. Comments on Thursday supported being ourselves, being consistent, being a refuge, and that's exactly what we're going to do.
“Only one person can save Jeff,” he continues. “That person is Angus. You and Angus need to provide a calm, consistent household. If Jeff crosses the line, he needs to be punished.”
“If we punish him, he’ll stop coming,” I tell him. It’s true. Jeff is incredibly stubborn like that-it happened once before, we didn't see him for months.
“It's true, he might stop coming to visit,” he replies. “But he needs to think of your home as a place with rules. He will need those rules someday. He needs your home to be a place of rules, of normalcy, and of complete emotional calm and support. In turn, you need to support Angus completely as he works to help his son.”
And this I will do.
I will step back and try to stop fighting the fight. There is no fight. The only thing I can do is love the people involved and to see if I can follow some simple advice - "trust in life".
Whatever that means.
I tell him that Jeff was the cheerleader in my life for the babies. I needed his joy and his excitement, his love for two babies heÂ’d not met yet. He was an uncomplicated kindness to the two most contentious little beings to ever enter my world.
My therapist knows everything there is to know about my past and present, or at least all of the parts that I myself remember. Besides Angus, he's the only person to really see how I don't always have it together, how I fail often and spectacularly, how more than anything I want any little people in my life - whether they're biologically mine or illogically mine - to be safe from any storm.
He smiles kindly at me. "Men have a harder time understanding the depth of emotion a mother has for her child. It's something that we can't understand, as we don't carry the baby. It doesn't mean that fathers don't love their babies, and it doesn't mean that babies who are not always eagerly awaited don't become adored children. It just means that the relationship between a child and a mother - especially in the beginning - is a relationship that already exists, while the fathers take a bit of time to build the relationship. You as the mother have a symbiosis. You, to some extent, know each other. It sounds like Angus is a good father, and he will almost certainly be a good father to the two new babies."
He goes on. "As far as anyone else in your life is concerned, this is the time when you need to start blocking them out and preparing for the babies. Not blocking them out to the point of exclusion, but once the babies arrive most people find it very difficult, if not impossible, to not love them. You may find that people will change their negative views of the babies when they get here."
"I really hope so. It's all so hard, I can't bear knowing that they're coming with all this resentment aimed at them. It's like they don't stand a chance," I reply.
"They do stand a chance," he said. "I hear in you an absolute love and desire to protect them. Jeff needs only one person to save him - Angus. And the babies, at least in the very beginning, need one person to love them. That person is you."
And just like that, the noise drowns away a bit. The anger the Lemonheads have caused people all over Angus' side of the family and my side of the family fades away. It doesn't block Jeff out and remove my worries for him, but I cling to the hope that he'll love them once they're here, that what he faces at home melts a bit to the promised love, support and normalcy we're going to try to give.
And I will be there for the Lemonheads, and I will keep them safe.
For the forseeable future, Angus and I are two parents fighting to protect the children that we love, and I will support him in every way I can.
There's no one else in the world I'd rather try to fight alongside than him.
And now, I think we'll move on.
-H.
*Song lyrics from The Fray's "How to Save a Life".
PS-I got a lovely box from a wonderful benefactor. Amazon didn't have any note of the sender on it so I have no idea who sent the lovely gifts, but I got two fantastic Gro-bags and two perfect books, which I am so happy about. Thank you so much for the gifts. if you meant to remain anonymous then just know how fabulous your timing was and how special the gifts are to me (and once they're here, to the Lemonheads). If you want to let me know who you are, I'd love to send you a thank-you card.
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wow. your therapist is wonderful. it sounds like you have a lot more things in perspective. and maybe this will help you stop beating yourself up so much.
i will keep hoping that jeff comes around when they're born. big hugs to all of you.
Posted by: becky at August 20, 2007 10:19 PM (HOaDB)
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Your therapist sounds like such a wonderful, thoughtful man. You are lucky to have him.
And this?
For the forseeable future, Angus and I are two parents fighting to protect the children that we love, and I will support him in every way I can.
There's no one else in the world I'd rather try to fight alongside than him.
That's the most important thing there is. EVER. Keep your eye on the prize, sweetie, and hang in there.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 21, 2007 01:47 AM (IfXtw)
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Kids are the most self-involved beings on the planet. Even if only you and Angus love them it will be at least 7 years before they realize the other people in their lives are stupid enough not to love them.
As long as you guys love them, they wont care.
It is so true that actual babies change everything. His family might not accept you any more than they have but these kids will be Angus' also and if they are as "family" as they claim they will come to resent her problem with them.
BTW - since you use fake names will you have a contest to let us fake-name the babies? In case you do, Im voting for Nick and Nora.
Posted by: That Girl at August 21, 2007 02:23 AM (s5Uyz)
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Writing as I'm reading, so please forgive me for any missteps I will undoubtedly make.
* I have no relationship with my father as an adult.
* I still think it's better than my husband's situation, since his father died tragically when he was 13.
* The "pattern" isn't what you think it is; differences can and will be made
* True, Jeff is confused and overwhelmed, and each step taken from here to whenever will absolutely affect everything - like a stepped-on butterfly in a prehistoric age. But your awareness will make all the difference. Really.
*"Only one person can save Jeff..." - that is Jeff, with love and support from *all* who love him - including the Lemonheads. Uncertainty is natural - love doesn't always come naturally. Unconditional love can really make all the difference in the long run (this last is what I insist on believing for the sake of survival).
*"He will need those rules someday. He needs your home to be a place of rules, of normalcy, and of complete emotional calm and support." Those things go hand in hand, although it is hard to keep continuous about it. Easier said than done.
*"The only thing I can do is love the people involved and to see if I can follow some simple advice - 'trust in life'." - this is true. This is the path that doesn't get light until steps into darkeness are trodden. Sucks. Truly.
*I bet the love for the babies is what brings Jeff back. Hide and watch (as people used to say in Oklahoma when I lived there).
*"You may find that people will change their negative views of the babies when they get here." - Exactly what I was hoping he'd get around to saying!!! Yay. :: collapses in relief ::
I've been thinking about you alot lately. You will all be fine. Trust in yourself.
Posted by: Lisa at August 21, 2007 02:54 AM (e8V7B)
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Your therapist sounds like everything good that therapists should be. (Including slightly imperfect, just so as not to cheeve the rest of us off.)
More importantly, he seems to have a pretty good grip on what you need to hear. And I know that your relationship with Jeff may not be the best right now, but it may improve someday. And I think it will.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 21, 2007 04:43 AM (tie24)
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Is Angus going to tell the swunt what Jeff said? Because maybe, you know, it could shock her into not poisoning his mind against you. Maybe?
And I think the first time he sees the babies and you tell them look babies, it's your big brother and he will always take care of you, it will all be fine.
And your therapist? Loving that guy hard!
Posted by: Donna at August 21, 2007 08:03 AM (05lvc)
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Not being wise, I have no words of wisdom to offer. But I did take slight issue with this:
“I can’t sit back and watch someone turn out like me”
If you mean you during your trobuled times, then that's great. We all want to protect our children, to try and prevent them from making the same stupid mistakes that we made; my children will learn that their father was a great fuckup more often than I care to remember. However, I think that you've turned out pretty great, so don't think that Jeff turning out like you in the long run would be a bad thing.
You love the children, worry about them and want desparately to protect. In other words, you are a mom. And a pretty good one, too. Both sets of kids are lucky to have you.
Posted by: physics geek at August 21, 2007 01:42 PM (MT22W)
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When I got divorced I tried to keep it all amicable for my two small children's sakes. I never ever ever said or did or allowed others to say or do anything that would reflect negatively on my ex husband. When he started dating what turned into his next wife, he started pulling away from the kids. His wife was jealous of our amicable relationship and jealous of the kids. She wanted kids, he didn't. The fact that he was very up front about this from the get-go didn't seem to sink in. At any rate, she turned into a real witch and it got to the point that he didn't spend much time with his kids and even now they are pretty estranged as adults. As much as I kept things on an even keel, my ex was far from perfect (as I've written about on my 'dark' blog) but I knew my children loved him and did everything in my power to keep him involved in their lives. It was as they grew into teens they began forming truths of their own based on their own experiences with him and the new wife. Technically, my husband is you in this scenerio. We married and had two more children (albiet individual births) and he always treated the older kids as his own, but walked that fine line between "dad" and "step-dad". Trust me, kids aren't stupid. It may take awhile, but as long as you continue to be loving and supportive Jeff will come around to see you how you really are.
Sorry for getting so long-winded! Whew! btw- great therapist you have!
Posted by: sue at August 21, 2007 01:54 PM (WbfZD)
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This isn't your fault. It isn't. You have not tried to maliciously hurt Jeff at all; quite the contrary.
You are living your own life, Helen, making YOUR choices for you and you have a right to live your life.
We only get this one, you know.
Despite Angus' kids, despite Angus, and yes, even despite the Lemonheads. Because there may come a time when they are older and more challenging when you might have to choose to live your life for YOU or live it for them, and trust me...hard as it may sound, it's better for everyone when you remain true to yourself.
To "trust in life" means, life continues to move on and no one knows what the future will bring. Trust that these painful times will change and probably in directions that will amaze you and make you look back at this time, this "now" and shake your head and smile at your worry.
If I were in your situation with Jeff, I would reassure Jeff that no one; not the Lemonheads, not Melissa, nobody on the planet could ever affect your love for him.
It very much sounds as if he has it in his head that he is being *replaced* by the twins; that he will no longer have his father's love and to a lesser extent, your love.
Trust that once his new siblings arrive, he will feel that they are truly his siblings and part of his blood and this will bring the two of YOU even closer in your joy. Trust in that.
Hold on.
And remember...this is not your fault. You have done nothing wrong here. There may be other times in your life when you've felt you've done something wrong and you might be right about that but not this time. Don't berate yourself over this time because:
You
Are
Not
Doing
Anything
Wrong
Here
{{{{hugs}}}}
Posted by: The other Amber at August 21, 2007 02:44 PM (zQE5D)
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I see your blog is accepting posts again, so maybe I'll give it another try. I already emailed you a post (and received your reply, thank you) but reading some of these comments makes me want to add a little bit more.
I've probably stated it here before at least once, but I'm one of the few lucky ones whose parents (and stepparents) were able to remain on decent terms after divorce and remarriage. I know my dad was hurt by my mother years ago, but NEVER did he talk bad about her in us kid's presence. Likewise for my mother. As well as my stepmother. As a matter of fact, when my dad died, my stepmother invited my mother to come to the funeral and stay at her house. I'm sadly aware that such shows of decency are rare this day and age.
A few words about my stepmother. I too was somewhat of a Jeff to her, alternating between running to her for affection and freezing her with rejection. I was reacting with a lot of the confusion that Jeff must feel, not quite knowing where to place her in my life in relationship to my mother (who NEVER downgraded her). Admittedly, I was a complete shit to her at times, to the point of earning a few good ass beatings from my dad who would not tolerate any disrespect of her at all. Yet today my relationship is solid with her and I can actually consider her as a true mother figure alongside my bio mother.
Hopefully Jeff will get over himself (and hopefully his mother will get over herself too) and one day you'll occupy a place in his heart as an additional mother figure that stuck by him no matter what.
Posted by: diamond dave at August 21, 2007 08:46 PM (7Tcqf)
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I think your therapists advice sounds very very... right. It just does.
I will say I have a 10 year old and I never thought it to be a tough age. I don't look back and think, 'Wow, did 10 ever suck.' But last year my son went through THREE ticks. I took him to our doctor and said, "What is this? Do we have tourette's?" and he said, "Chill. It's normal. Let him work through it." And he did.
And although what 'Jeff' is going through is really stressful, I do believe if you all are consistent, it will work its way out, and that tick he has... that is going to go by the wayside too. That age ticks are not uncommon, nor is confusion and internal strife. I just don't remember it. I must've blocked it out. ;-)
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August 17, 2007
That Bloody Woman Has Cost Us a Wii, and I Want to Invoice Her For It
One of the projects I am running has a team of engineers installing equipment in a very dark physical location. I imagine what it's like to be in their space sometimes, and when I imagine it, I can feel it all. The spark of the drill as they lay it on the stone. The sound of their work boots grating on the metal ladder. The intensity of the work that they do, and the pitch black in which they do it.
That darkness, that's what I've been feeling.
Jeff has been poisoned by his mother.
It was a house of cards all day. Jeff would alternate between clearly being very uncomfortable with me to being his usual self around me. He changed from being gung ho on his last visit to no, he most definitely did not want to see Harry Potter in the theatre with me. Even though I bunked off work to watch TV with him, he still struggled. It was fragile all day, with Jeff reacting negatively to things with a swift response, to a jutting lip with all the hallmarks of "Oh no, why can't I?" written all over it. I bought him a computer game last week, it should arrive tomorrow. His reaction was complete disdain and dismissal, when ordinarily a computer game would be brilliant fun and he'd give me chapter and verse of how fun it actually was. I feel like a complete idiot for even trying.
It all went horribly wrong this afternoon. Jeff had dragged out the Nintendo GameCube and was playing on it, when as a joke Angus stood in front of the screen. Jeff's reaction was to throw the controller across the room and go into a right temper tantrum. We tolerated it for a while, but when he banged up the stairs and slammed the door upstairs, it was all too much for Angus.
The house of cards came tumbling down.
Angus went tearing up the stairs and a blistering argument could be heard. Melissa came flying downstairs and she and Gorby and I shut ourselves in the study to continue the Helen purge as I blitzed the bookcases of their wares, all bound for charity. Melissa and I have been getting on very, very well since our heart to heart talk in Scotland, which I'll tell you about later. It seems to have resolved something between us, and now we sit easily in each others' lives.
We whispered back and forth in the study. She wanted to know what was going on. I told her I was worried that maybe her mother had been feeling very hurt, and perhaps Jeff had absorbed a lot of it and it was affecting him negatively. We talked about the tickets we've booked for them to fly out in September, and how we all thought Jeff was going to refuse to come visit.
Melissa, Gorby and I stayed in the study all afternoon.
Angus and Jeff came to some kind of happy conclusion and they disappeared to the shops for a long while, during which Melissa and I watched a film (Babel. Very weird. Very, very weird.) When they returned we were the proud owners of a Nintendo Wii (perfectly fine with me, although I do want to invoice the Swunt for it) and two much better moods were had by the menfolk. Jeff was clinging to Angus in every way, and it felt like he didn't really want to talk to either Melissa or I. Jeff did speak to me though, and even told me he'd bought me my favorite fruit smoothie mix. I had high hopes.
But it was clear that there was some fragility to it all, some wisp of walking a tenacious tightrope. There were signs that cracks were still larger than the Grand Canyon - he wouldn't meet my eyes when I offered him a chest of drawers that we have for his things. I feel very definitely that he doesn't want to be around me.
Jeff and I have been friends for some time now, as Melissa and her father have always been extremely close and the introduction of me was hard for her. Jeff was the one on the motor bike with me in the Cook Islands. He and I spent all our time together in Mexico. We laugh like idiots to episodes of The Simpsons. He drives me crazy sometimes and he's so sensitive that you get headaches watching what you say to him, but I care about him. He's become a large part of what I know.
Angus curled up beside me in bed and told me, finally, of some of the talks that were had earlier.
And it's for that reason that at 2 am - despite being bone-weary tired, despite needing more rest than I ever have needed in my life before - that I can't sleep.
Jeff won't tell Angus exactly what's going on, but Angus has done some basic 1+1=2. What basically seems to have occurred is in the past week that Melissa has been here, the Swunt has really gone for it. It appears I have been painted as the worst kind of human being imaginable - dangerous, cruel, home-wrecking, devastating, evil, what have you. I am the epitome of bad, and it seems a lot of emphasis has been put on the "she's dangerous and crazy" side of me. A lot of damage was done to Angus as well, but as his father and with their history, he's weathering it pretty well.
And Jeff's struggling with it, but it seems like he's buying it.
It makes me want to go to bed and not come back out for a long, long while.
Jeff said that Angus could fix all this, but he wouldn't like the suggestion Jeff has for fixing it. Angus did more digging, and it is strongly suggested that perhaps what Jeff was alluding to is that we need to get rid of the babies.
Perhaps more than him fearing me, that hurts the most.
Jeff has always been the biggest fan of the Lemonheads since he found out about them. He talked about them the most, and he even talked to them the most, using my stomach as his microphone. He's the only one to talk to them, apart from me. He was so keen on them it lifted me up each and every time he visited.
But not anymore. Regardless of if Angus' assumption about getting rid of the babies is right or not, it's very definite that the Lemonheads are viewed with distinct darkness on Jeff's part. Now, thanks to the damage, he's on the same list as I feel everyone else is on-the Lemonheads are a problem. They're something to dread. They're the wreckers of all that was good. Angus' family fear them for the upset they cause to his ex. My dad gets in trouble with my estranged family for caring too much about his unborn grandbabies, and I'm always conscious of that and of how wrong it seems to be for him to love them. Now Jeff views them as something bad and actually took real exception to giving up his room for them temporarily (until his room is done in the extension), a complete change from his previous stance. It makes me feel like I am sinking, and sinking fast.
Angus has spent the day telling Jeff how much he loves him and always will, no matter what. How nothing changes emotionally in this house, there will simply be two more people here. How I'm not dangerous or crazy but just quirky and different, but that I care about Jeff and Melissa a lot. This will be a mantra he will repeat all Friday and Saturday, until they leave. Angus and Jeff are running errands tomorrow while I take Melissa to the movies. Angus is working as All Hands on Deck trying to salvage his son's soul, and I will lie low and simply support from the background.
I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to hug Angus close and tell him I'm so sorry, so sorry for all of it, so sorry for him and for Jeff and for Melissa. I've ruined everything and I'm so sorry.
I want to get in touch with the Swunt and tell her - You're his mother. Always, you always will be. You have his undying love and loyalty, and that's how it should be. I am not a threat to his affection for you. I will never try to take your kids from you. Of course you worry I may try to replace you, if Angus ever left me I'd worry about that with our kids, but I promise you I respect and support you as their mother. I am so sorry that you hurt, I really am. We show you nothing but respect in front of the kids in this house, we would never degrade you before them. We don't have to like each other, but we don't have to hurt your kids due to our issues. You are his mother and his heart, I will never, ever try to take that away from you. BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP POISONING YOUR CHILDREN, YOU ANGRY, HURTING BITCH.
We're now on reassurance mode to try to make sure that Angus doesn't lose his son. The relationship between Angus and Jeff is much better after their talk (and the Nintendo Wii doesn't hurt, either), but it's clear Jeff is very uncomfortable around me. I would sit down with Jeff and try to talk to him, but he's someone that you have to approach as slowly as you would a spooked horse. Things go into him and they go deep, you have to tread carefully and he has to be in the right frame of mind. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have never met anyone as sensitive (or as stubborn) as he is. It's because of his sensitivity that I think his mother's actions are so heinous.
This is not about me. This is about a 10 year-old boy and his feelings. I don't want this for him. I don't want this for Angus. I don't want this for any of us.
I cried myself nearly to sleep before giving up on slumber and coming here to write it all out. I don't even want to write about it, I'm sure you're as sick of reading it as I am of living it, but all I can do is toss and turn and long for the kind of emotional freedom I can only get in a pill form, but sleeping tablets and tranquilizers are out so all I can do is sit here in the dark and hope a little boy can look into his heart and hold on to his father, because his father will save him if he only lets him.
-H.
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Gah.
Kids. Come. First.
Period.
Period.
Period.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 17, 2007 01:48 AM (tie24)
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at August 17, 2007 02:01 AM (0Pi1o)
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I'm so sorry that your family is having to go through this. I hope that time will bring you guys back to a good place. I think kids are able to see the truth of things so I think if you just keep on respecting his need for space and otherwise keep on being the Helen he knows and loves. He'll come around.
Posted by: donna at August 17, 2007 02:22 AM (Kco5r)
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I am so sorry that you have to deal with such a bitter and hateful human being such as her. What kind of mother takes out her bitterness on the kids? Jesus. That woman needs therapy and she needs to get over herself. Poor, sweet Jeff. She's going to end up destroying him if this keeps up.
Oh, Helen, I simply ache for you for all the hell you and Angus and the kids are going through with her.
Posted by: Lisa at August 17, 2007 03:01 AM (IrpiZ)
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This all just sucks. Instead of having a happy pregnancy you're stressed out all the time. This isn't good for you and it isn't good for the babies.
I know Angus is reassuring the kids over an over again that they are not being replaced in any sense - this is a great thing, btw as I felt completely replaced by my dad's new wife and her 2 perfect kids. Angus really does need to sit down and talk to his ex-wife. She's hurting their kids, his future wife, and your children.
Yeah, she's lost in a whole shitload of pain and anger right now - but who the fuck is the adult here? I know, I know, don't rip on the Swunt, but she needs to move on already.
I get angry reading what you're going through. It really doesn't feel like there's a whole lot of support for you there. Are Angus' parents at all excited about the babies?
You're the pregnant chick .. the world is supposed to revolve around you for just a little bit. After the babies make their entrance it starts to revolve around them.
I think a trip to a day spa is in order very very soon. Sorry for my rant ... I just want to wrap you up in a couple of feet of bubble wrap and protect you.
Posted by: Michele at August 17, 2007 03:28 AM (h1vml)
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Wishing I could wrap my arms around you and keep you safe and protected.
Warm thoughts are being sent your way, dear Helen.
Posted by: Mia at August 17, 2007 03:50 AM (VQeEi)
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I sincerely hope that the Lemonheads are welcomed and celebrated (by everyone around you) when they are born, just as every child should be.
Just curious- why does your father's family have a negative attitude toward you and the babies??
I feel bad for Jeff and all he's dealing with. The swunt needs to grow up. Although, having been on the other side of this situation, I know there are 2 sides to every story. I guess we'd all agree that the important thing is that Jeff doesn't need to be the one who listens to all of the negative talk about you.
Hope things get better.
Meg
Posted by: Meg at August 17, 2007 04:00 AM (DMnkh)
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It sucks that she's doing this to them. That she's able to damage them in the way that she is.
Once the babies are here, I hate to say this, because I know your situation is much much different from mine, but I can tell you one thing, that you will stop at nothing to protect them. You want Melissa and Jeff to want to be included, but if the swunt keeps up her shit and your kids are treated as red headed step children by everyone else because of that, you won't stand for it.
For your own flesh and blood, you'll curb stomp necks and break knees. I can't even tell you the feeling, because you have to experience it. I never thought I'd get it, being so fucking German and all.
They'll be celebrated. Even if it doesn't feel like that right now. And you have every right to be a mother. Every right.
Posted by: statia at August 17, 2007 04:02 AM (lHsKN)
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that crazy fucking bitch. Ok. Sorry. That wasn't productive.
I feel so bad for Jeff. The kid must be out of his mind confused and scared... I wish I could say something that would help. Just keep showing him you care as best you can, guess.
I'm here for all of you. Thinking of you guys, and sending hugs for all of you.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 17, 2007 04:22 AM (IfXtw)
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damn. so sorry, love. sending as many positive thoughts and virtual hugs your way as i can. i hope that jeff comes around. he's probably a bit too young to see what his mum is doing. i hope angus helps him see a little more. big hugs.
Posted by: becky at August 17, 2007 05:34 AM (gxmeq)
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Oh, how awful. I hope, hope, hope, everything works out and Jeff starts to come around again. Sending positive thoughts your way.
Posted by: Elisa at August 17, 2007 07:52 AM (NWmFg)
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Oh helen, I'm so sorry that you're going through this. I know it doesn't help, but your cyber friends are excited for you and the lemonheads and I wish you nothing but goodness and happiness.
I hope Angus can help Jeff to understand abit more in the days you've got left together before he goes home. I have no advice but plenty of love and good thoughts being sent your way.
Big hugs and a kiss for the lemonheads.
Posted by: Suzie at August 17, 2007 08:15 AM (YqqaU)
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This sounds horrible, Helen, and worse, horribly difficult to negotiate. My sympathies.
My only thought is that there is time. I know the Lemonheads'll be here soon and all, but I mean in the long-term, really, if Jeff can't get his head around this right now, then it's not necessarily the end of the world. He may just need time and space, time and space for him to see that you're not crazy and dangerous, and to get his head around his mum's hurt, and to realise that things changing doesn't just mean towards badness. This isn't to say it's not horribly hard right now, please don't think that, but the thing that always astonishes me about difficult situations is that they do, actually, change. (Even if all that changes is our ability to cope with them!)
Don't forget the intertoobs are totally rooting for these bubs! Whatever the Swunt might be suggesting (via Jeff), the world wants your sweet kids in it!
Posted by: WildlyParenthetical at August 17, 2007 08:40 AM (rG4u9)
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".....I've ruined everything..."
NO,NO,NO,NO, Helen, you didn't ruin anything. The swunt did, and I think it can be put to rights with time and patience.
Posted by: kenju at August 17, 2007 11:29 AM (TiGru)
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My god. I can't even imagine walking the tight rope that is your life right now. Really. I can't.
I have to say that honestly I don't think I would have the restraint to not ask Angus to call the Swunt up and lay it all down for her.
That being said, I applaud you for the way you are holding strong, and I wish that your biggest "stress" was sorting thru all the baby wears you've gotten instead of the negetivity. I'm also a bit angry that his family isn't supportive of the lemon heads, given that Angus is the father. If my brother were to leave his wife (and I wasn't supportive of that decision) I would still be supportive of him as a person, including if he became a father again. I can't understand the mentalitly behind his family, yes Angus left his wife for you, but that's neither here or now anymore. It is what it is, deal with what is there now, and that is you and Angus, the lemonheads and of course Jeff and Melissa. I don't mean to rant, but really, I can't understand the rational. How can 'they' not see the damage that the negitivity is causing on Melissa and Jeff? There is no way that can't be obvious.
Again, I'm impressed with your strong hold right now, and it just continues to prove that you will be an excellent mom to the lemon heads.
My thoughts are with you and the family.
Posted by: Angela at August 17, 2007 11:47 AM (DGWM7)
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I think the whole lot of them need therapy. The anger is doing no one any good. It hurts me so much that you keep saying that the Lemonheads caused this. No, they didn't! So it was okay without the babies? What, they thought you were temporary without the babies? I've seen babies welcomed into worse situations. The babies aren't the problem - it's everyone else.
These babies didn't just happen. Angus is the last one who shouldn't be completely thrilled at their existence as he was beside you through the treatments. He decided he wanted these babies before that time and it's too late for him to decide otherwise now so I hope that he is being COMPLETELY supportive of them.
As for Jeff, his mom can talk all she wants but eventually he'll see the reality is that you're not crazy and dangerous. That's when he'll realize his mother was poisoning him. It may not happen for quite some time but when it does happen, she'll be the one paying the price.
Just stay the course.
Posted by: paula at August 17, 2007 12:08 PM (FlZPw)
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I'm so sorry. I can't believe what the Swunt is doing to her kids and that Angus' family can't see her for what she really is. Hang in there.
Posted by: selzach at August 17, 2007 12:30 PM (Lbc4A)
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I wonder if Jeff was suggesting Angus could fix it all by getting back together with his ex. The couple of friends I knew growing up whose parents got divorced always wanted them to get back together. That issue may need addressing. Maybe that's what the ex was hoping for until the Lemonheads.
As Michele said, the world is supposed to revolve around the mom-to-be for 9 months. I'm sorry it's not for you. When the baby arrives (or in this case babies), people often come to their senses and realize the children are more important than petty differences. I hope that happens for you when your children are born...if not sooner.
Posted by: Solomon at August 17, 2007 12:56 PM (al5Ou)
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I'm so sorry you are having to deal with the Swunt's bullshit. And that's what it is, period. Utter bullshit. I just simply don't understand how some parents can do that to their children. No matter her issues, the kids should not have to deal with them.
I wish I had some words of wisdom for you. My stepkids have a piece of work mother, but nothing like you are having to deal with. All I can say is give him time. Kids are sharp. He really will come around. It may take some time, but the proof is in the pudding. They will see the great person you are, and how right it is that you and Angus are bringing these two beautiful children into the world. Just keep treading lightly, letting him know through your actions that it will all be okay, and he will come around.
Posted by: Sarah at August 17, 2007 01:15 PM (F0r2B)
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Augh. Using kids as pawns in adult problems is NEVER EVER ok. NEVER. I'm so sorry that you're having to deal with all this shit rather than getting ready for the Lemonheads' arrival. And you're right, there's really nothing you can do - this is something that's beyond your control, which of course only makes it suck even more big donkey balls.
How are you feeling physically?
Posted by: Sarah at August 17, 2007 01:20 PM (j3Gwh)
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Ugh. I've been Jeff. Without the Lemonheads, but still. My mother ripped apart every woman in every relationship my fater had after her...it was ugly.
I think - keep in mind that the basis of your relationship with Jeff is already built. Even if he's a bit prickly right now - BEFORE HE LEAVES - Find a way to tell him you love him, and that that will not change with the babies come. Just be who you've always been for him - and eventually his mothers words will ring false. And maybe find some special way for him to have his own space. I think that's how she got him - you're moving him out. But I think you'll see him change when his baby brother and baby sister are there. I really, really do.
Posted by: Tracy at August 17, 2007 01:54 PM (0rzA0)
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Hon. You didn't ruin everything. You and Angus made a choice.
Additionally, I don't see the babies as a destructive dangerous thing. I know I don't live there - but girl, once you get those babies out of you, things are going to change. I love them already, and want to send them lots of gifts and toys and love, and I'm so excited for you. I know it's hard to remain excited, but it'll work out.
I know you don't like all that froufrou pregnancy stuff... but just put your hand over your twins. Take a deep breath. Feel them move. Everything is going to work out.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at August 17, 2007 02:09 PM (ZrteK)
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Well, I'm not "tired" of reading about it. This is your LIFE for god's sake.
I didn't read all the comments; no time but...I know it's hard but try to be the Helen he's always known, even when he's being all tantrum-y. Try to stay open and loving even when he isn't. Don't let him walk all over you or anything...just maintain YOU even if he isn't doing the dance you always did together.
This is the way it will be with the Lemonheads too at times; when they hit adolescence, or at times before that. They will pit you and Angus against one another, they will run down the hall screaming "I hate you!" and it will drive a knife clear through your gut even though your head will tell you it's "just kids being kids". Think of this as good practice; when the Lemonheads get to that point, you'll be an expert! *smiles*
Remember too that Angus' ex may very well have said *directly* to Jeff that he and his sister won't be loved as much by you after your babies come. That would also account for why Jeff has pulled away; fear of rejection. Here he has this great stepmom he enjoys a warm relationship with and the twins are going to take that away from him.
Give him time. The more you are YOU, the more he will be able to relax. Don't overdo it; just be yourself. This will calm him more than anything else (I know I'm being redundant, but really, it's so important that you maintain consistency as much as possible right now for him.) Big hugs to you all.
I know you are hurting deeply right now.
Posted by: The other Amber at August 17, 2007 03:04 PM (zQE5D)
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I second what statia said, every word.
Try to keep positive (as you have been from the start) and things WILL work out.
You did NOT RUIN ANYTHING. Babies come all the time, girl, and they neither fix nor do they break things. They just are.
And as loving and giving and generous as you are, Jeff will see that. He's been wounded, but he's a smart child.
Hang in there. Remember to take care of yourself in all this flurry of everyone else's emotions. Mkay?
Posted by: Margi at August 17, 2007 03:20 PM (FjDuo)
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I think everyone has already said it quite well. I'll just send my love.
Posted by: sue at August 17, 2007 03:37 PM (WbfZD)
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I think it's way past time that Angus sat down both with his family and with his ex and had some serious discussions.
It is absolutely unacceptable to me that everyone around you is making you feel you've done something wrong by loving Angus and wanting a family with him. You are going to be a wonderful mother, and it's sad that the people around you every day can't see it as clearly as the many people who read this site daily. While I know it's not the same as having a smiling face there to share a cheese plate with and gush about all things baby, I hope you know just how many people out here on the web are in your corner.
Hugs babe.
Posted by: amy t. at August 17, 2007 03:44 PM (3dOTd)
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Just be who you are and who you have always been with kids. I'd say just ignore his tantrums and treat him like you always have. Don't get yourself so stressed out that you are treading on eggshells constantly afraid to do or say anything. Consistancy (i've found anyways) is what kids are looking for. If the way you treat him and Melissa doesn't change and you are the same person you have always been that smart little boy will work it out on his own.
Posted by: Lostdawill at August 17, 2007 05:06 PM (mmdTB)
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I agree with everyone here, and this bites big time that she would create these issues for her children. When my dad met my stepmother, she spent years trashtalking my mother, to the point that I dreaded visiting my own mother and sister. When my mother gave up custody of me, I felt like the world's most horrible child because I knew I should be upset, but all Ifelt was relieved that I would no longer have the stress of seeing my mother (who never hurt me in any way) and having to report every word back to my stepmom.
You have walked on eggshells around her for so long - what good is that doing? You have done the nice, mature thing for the kids' benefit, and the kids are being hurt anyway. So maybe you need to do the not-so-nice mature thing, and talk to her about the consequences of her selfishness. Because it seems like no-one else is going to call her on it, and the kids NEED her to get called out.
You don't know me, and I only know you via your writing, so I feel a little weird giving you such personal advice, but Jeff really needs some sane adult to step in and put the brakes on this crapola, because a few days of reassurance cannot make up for the constant barrage of hate, especially coming from someone with such authority in his life.
Posted by: usagi at August 17, 2007 05:49 PM (u5CNR)
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I'm so sorry. Gah. People suck.
You are keeping a marvelous attitude. I know you feel like you're hanging on by a frayed thread, but you ARE hanging on, and you're doing the right, best things with Jeff. AND Melissa. AND Angus.
You seem to be trying to balance the feelings and emotions of everyone around you...that's a HEAVY burden, on top of what you're already carrying. Forget, if you can, your estranged family for now. Set them aside. They've done nothing but hurt you. Let your dad deal with the flak he's getting from them. He's strong, too.
I wish I had suggestions about what to do for Jeff. He's a sensitive kid, and so breakable at this age. I echo everyone else who says just keep doing what you're doing. Be there, be you.
It's not fair of anyone to imply that any of this is your fault. You have enough people being hard on you -- you don't need to be hard on yourself.
Do please continue to keep us posted. We're all pulling for good changes and happy helens.
Posted by: lynD at August 17, 2007 07:12 PM (2F9Ak)
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Mother bears have nothing on human mothers. Statia is right-the need to protect and gaurd may make you seem like an angry pit bull to some but it is just being a good mom. Unfortunately, I think the Swunt has (at least) temporarily forgotten that, and allowed her pain and bitterness to eat her up. She does need to fucking deal with it. I won't trash her as I would like to, because that won't make you feel better (well, not for very long at least). I will say she had better get her shit toghether fast, because it doesn't matter if she likes it or not-those babies are coming, and they have just as much right as any children in this world to be loved. And of course you want Melissa and Jeff to be part of it all, because you are a wonderful step-mom. Once you actually hold the Lemonheads and look into their eyes the need to protect them will be overwhelming, and I know in my case has caused me to do and say some things I would never have imagined myself doing-but that I would do again in a heartbeat. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, who hurts or attempts to hurt my children should expect to walk away unscathed.
You did nothing wrong-they will be loved and showered with affection. It just may take awhile for everyone to realize how they all fit together, but the picture will eventually be whole.
Posted by: Teresa at August 17, 2007 07:20 PM (S58GU)
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I think Jeff will come around once the babies are born and he sees them in all their sweet wonderfulness. You and Angus just keep on being the bigger people and eventually the kids will see the light. You won't ever have to say a word. In the meantime, hang in there and try not to take all the blame on yourself. There was more than one or even two parties that caused this mess. The least you all can do now is try to minimize further damage, which I believe you and Angus are really trying to do.
And oy vey, the ex REALLY needs to get over it!!! Adultery is usually a symptom of problems in the marriage, not the cause! Without the FRIENDSHIP, the TRUST, the RESPECT, and the LOVE, you got nothin'.
Posted by: Julie at August 17, 2007 10:11 PM (1xyg6)
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Helen, reading this post brings tears to my eyes. You have no idea just how close this hits home with me, when beloved family members have their minds poisoned and turned against each other. I'm going through a similar situation in my household right now and whereas the situation is very different, the hurt feelings and broken hearts are similar to what you have to deal with. I'm tempted to give you more details, but not in a public forum. But what I'll leave you with here is the fact that you are not alone. You did nothing wrong other than end up on the wrong side of the fence, and you are at least taking the higher ground in a very difficult situation which under different circumstances could justify an all-out hair-pulling ass whipping a la Dynasty style. This time I really feel your pain, and I'm sure others here do too. Hang in there, we all love you.
Posted by: diamond dave at August 17, 2007 10:49 PM (7Tcqf)
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they do grow up, and despite the times like this, they grow up loving you, and surprising you.
my own hurt little ten year old is almost 19 now, and he has grown into the most thoughtful young man - can that boy buy a gift! - you could imagine. and I *know* he didn't get that from his mother.
I know how badly it hurt, helen, but in the end, you'll realise that you do matter, and that you do have input into their lives. it just mightn't seem like it at the time.
*hugs*
Posted by: melanie at August 18, 2007 12:47 AM (DASqh)
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I'm sorry things are so difficult right now. I may not have commented lately, but I've been thinking of you.
Posted by: Lisa at August 18, 2007 01:27 AM (e8V7B)
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Let me insert a bit different slant here. You’ve characterized Jeff as one of the most sensitive people you’ve ever known. Even the most unflappable boy in the world reverberates to “Dad is gone, so now I am Mom’s protector.” Ratchet that up x 100 for a thin-skinned son. In that situation, when Mom loses it, son goes on high-alert, hyper-protective, panicked to try to fix it. He can’t. He’s just a little kid. So then he feels helpless which ultimately precipitates anger. Whatever caused Mom’s meltdown becomes the target of his anger – whether Mom says a word or not. Angus’ ex doesn’t have to proactively put poison thoughts in the heads of their children – her emotional state is what they’re reading / hearing.
Trying to make Jeff feel different will rip you apart, Helen. He owns his own feelings. You can acknowledge that heÂ’s angry and tell him that it makes you sad to see him so distraught. But debating, cajoling or bribing him to change his feelings will just bring you more grief. A 10 y.o isnÂ’t equipped with the introspective skill to realize that his anger is a tangle of his motherÂ’s depressive state, his feelings of impotence re protecting her, and his fear that Dad will leave him (in favor of the new babies) too.
Time. Patience. Consistency. Dependability. Understanding. ThatÂ’s all you can offer him while he works this out on his own. There is no way to rewrite the domino-effect of what has occurred in all your lives in the last couple of years. The way you get through this is to keep your eye on why you (both) took this path in the first place. Believe in the rightness of it. DonÂ’t become distracted by passing storms. Expect a delightful future. Avoid allowing your home become the same high-drama environment that the kids are living in with their mother.
I learned this perspective from my son, who struggled hard when his father remarried and had two more children. My son taught me that, in a divorce, some children weather the absence of one of the parents better than they weather losing their sense of exclusivity with that parent. IÂ’d lay odds that thatÂ’s whatÂ’s going on with Jeff. When the twins get here and he becomes their adored Big Brother, a new era will be born. In the meantime, itÂ’s one day at a time . . . . and boatloads of patience.
Posted by: Annie at August 18, 2007 01:31 AM (AT7PV)
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Wow. Annie really nailed it.
I was Jeff, once upon a time. Just give him time & space. You got to where you were with him by just being yourself. Keep on doing that.
Posted by: ~Easy at August 20, 2007 11:27 AM (OfRIX)
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Ugh. I was 21 when my mom and stepdad split up. He was my boss at work and, of course, mom was still at home. I got an earful from both all day long. I finally told them to STFU about each other to me, which I could do since I was more or less an adult. It was tough, but I was old enough to get through it. It'll be harder for Jeff because of his age. Sooner or later though, he'll come around and realize that him mother is a nasty little bitch. He'll still love her, but that realization will give him some much needed peace of mind.
Too many parents use their kids as playthings in their desire to get back at their ex. It's complete bullshit. I have a friend whose ex-husband is, shall we say, a complete dick to her. However, he's still a good father to her son, so she says nothing negative about him to her son. She understands that children aren't weapons to be used in emotional battles. Sadly, she's in the minority these days.
I don't really know what to say except hang in there. Big electronic hug coming your way.
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August 16, 2007
The Destructor
Things keep getting destroyed around me.
I have been going through a bit of a thing lately. I find I’m going up and down more than I’d like to be, and one element of the down is my need to purge. Not purge as in “traditional visit to the toilet to control my weight”, I’m not in that frame of mind. But purge as in throw away, eliminate, rid.
We had an argument a month or so ago, and the result saw me head for the garage and hit my storage hard. Into the recycling bin went many things from my past. I didnÂ’t want them anymore. I donÂ’t need them anymore. All I kept were photos and my wedding dress. The wedding dress-a size 8, I was surprised to note-is packed with my veil and a few other bits and pieces. IÂ’m not very sentimental about it, but thought maybe someday Melissa or one of the Lemonheads might want to use it, so itÂ’s kept in my closet upstairs, quietly hiding.
The 150 year-old rocking chair that I brought over from Sweden started falling apart. We tried to fix it, but to no avail. The chair was so riddled with woodworm that the entire chair needed to be re-built, a job that the rocker wasnÂ’t worth. One of the rockers split. Then one of the braces. Then one of the back braces. Angus kept telling me the rocker had to go, that it couldnÂ’t be fixed, that itÂ’s fit only for the fireplace, but I resisted-I absolutely love the chair.
That night we argued I pulled the chair out of the garage and set it on the back porch.
I left it there.
I needed it to sit outside and fall apart.
The rain got to it immediately, and the water pried apart the already weakened structure. Within days the entire structure of the rocker came apart. Still it sits outside, as daily I check on the ruin that has become of a fucking rocking chair that I loved so much.
I guess it’s like Fight Club – I needed to destroy something beautiful.
Other parts of my past are going, too. With a shortage of space and, once the babies arrive, a tightening of belts, some changes had to be made. WeÂ’re assembled a massive pile for ebay, which we took photos of the other night and will list shortly. Some of the items include my Buffy the Vampire Slayer box sets (all but Season 1, which I canÂ’t find). Some electronics that need to go. And my dive bag full of the first dive kit I ever owned. I was a poor, broke student when I bought the set and used it to get certified. I dove with the kit in Lake Travis one hot sunny days. The octopus went to Belize with Kim and I. ItÂ’s outdated and I donÂ’t travel with it anymore, instead I rent kit where I go. ThatÂ’ll suffice for me now. The kit has to go.
And last but not least, my entire ice hockey kit bag and kit is going. I painstakingly bought each piece one at a time, as I had little money. I wore the kit when I played as goalie on KimÂ’s team. Inside the hockey bag I found my hockey jersey from KimÂ’s team, the Comets. I was flushed full of memories, all of them tasting like metallic ice on the tip of my tongue. The smell of athletic tape filled my nose. I recognized all of my kit, even though I havenÂ’t worn any of it in 8 years.
And it needs to go.
ThereÂ’s no ice hockey in our area, the hockey bag is enormous andÂ…wellÂ…that Helen is gone. ItÂ’s time.
Jeff arrived yesterday evening. Angus and I were worried that he’d been “gotten to” by the Swunt, as he’s been on his own with her for a week now. Once Jeff walked into the house, he descended into a sea of silence. It appeared our fears were correct.
Discussions with him yesterday were hard work. When Angus and Melissa went to get the takeaway curry last night I sat and tried to talk to Jeff. I asked him if he’d like to see Harry Potter with me. His response? “Whatever.” I asked him if he was looking forward to going skiing over New Year’s, something we’ve been planning. We’re going to fly in to Seattle to visit my Dad again, then off to Canada with the 4 kids.
He looks at me. “I don’t want to go right after Christmas. I always get one big present in Sweden, and lots of little ones. I want time to play with them.”
I look at him. This is new. “Well, we were thinking of going directly after Christmas. What if you brought your presents with you and you can play with them there?”
“I want at least a week with my things before we go to the States,” he replied.
UmÂ…ok.
And this, amongst other things, indicated to both Angus and I that things are not ok in the House of Mirth.
And we donÂ’t know the best way of handling things. Previously, Jeff has been really keen on the Lemonheads and talked about them constantly. A box of amazing and beautiful baby clothes arrived yesterday from the fabulous Donna, and while Melissa and I went through them, exclaiming and thrilled, Jeff was clearly uncomfortable, so we stopped looking at the clothes until later when we were alone. The babies are now a relatively contentious issue. Again. As they have been since their inception.
Angus and I discuss our options-we want to make him comfortable and happy, but we know there’s only so much we can do, and only so much time. We will do everything we can, inlcuding extra reassurance and extra attention, which is a bit of a teeter totter as then we have to be careful we don't alienate Melissa, even though we did explain that maybe he needed some extra attention just now. Angus is very sure that the next step will be reduced visits from Jeff, as suggested by the ex. The impact the Swunt is having on Jeff is massive and I can understand why – she’s his mother. He trusts her. Angus and I discuss trying to go back to court for custody, but there are a few issues with that-for starters, we don’t stand a chance in a Swedish court. If we involve English courts, it will be a long drawn out process while the courts battle it out, and we worry that the damage will be worse on the children if they get confronted by custody battles. Jeff is doing slightly better today and is a little more upbeat, I think some sleep helped, but it’s such a fucking tightrope that I feel like I can never get the balance right.
What drives me most wild is that while Angus’ ex goes around using her children as pawns in her anger, Angus’ family is running around worrying about her happiness and wringing their hands, saying “Poor woman.” We continue to not comment about the ex in front of the kids, but I want to grab her by the shoulders and tell her that the damage she is doing cannot be undone, and it cannot be forgiven. I’m sure she wants to do worse to me.
I continue to feel like my desire to add to our family means I have destroyed another one.
Yesterday my beautiful new Le Creuset pan arrived. IÂ’d ordered it months ago, an almond colored cast iron pan. It finally arrived yesterday morning, and as I love cooking I was excited as hell, so I got the pot ready and washed it. Le Cresuet costs a fortune but the pots last foreverÂ…unless you have wet hands and you drop it on the stone floor.
Then it gets destroyed.
I was bereft. My new pot ruined and I'd never even used it. I'd waited for ages to buy it until I saw it on sale, and I knew it was the best price I could ever find. And now? Nothing. And I don't have credit card purchase protection either, so it's well and truly lost (lesson learned on that one, too.)
After the day that had been had, I went up and took a bath. It seemed like the best option, really, to just remove myself for a little while. I had problems sleeping all night and random bits of baby came poking out of my stomach all night and continues today. I wish I knew how to fix things, but I just donÂ’t. I canÂ’t fix rocking chairs. I canÂ’t fix hockey pasts. And I canÂ’t fix kids, no matter how much I want to.
-H.
PS-many huge thanks for the sci fi help. I put together a list of the suggestions that I’d had before we went to bed for Melissa, and so far she’s narrowed it down to ones she’s really interested in. They include “Under Plum Lake", the Pullman “His Dark Materials” series, Ursula LeGuin's "Earthsea Trilogy", Jonathan Stroud's "Bartimaeus" triology and “Doomsday Book”. I’ll get the suggestions that came in last night (Zimmer Bradley was a good suggestion, I remember reading her myself) and see what she thinks about those. Thanks a lot, I really owe you all for the suggestions-hopefully it helps you to know that you made her day as she discovered huge amounts of books that will make her happy.
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Many of my divorced friends have told me that the transitions are always the hard part for kids, the initial period settling in with you, the initial period settling in back with his mom. Certainly this is made moreso by her behavior. But even so, I would recommend that the first day he arrives is not the best time to talk about future plans, because he still has too much of his other home in his head, but that it will go better a few days further into the visit. I think you'll find everything about his demeanor will improve after a few days of settling in. But if that's so, and you see how long it takes him, you might want to rethink those weekend visits. They may be just too short for him to manage the coming/going process and all that it entails.
Also, unfortunately, if this persists, you may want to consider changing your visiting schedule to less visits, but longer ones, so that there is less transition but more 'meat' to the visit. Oh sorry, you don't eat meat. But you know what I mean.
Just for the record, I find the idea of the across the world after Christmas trip a bit daunting with 4 mo old twins. You might want to wait a few months before buying the tix, just to be sure it feels manageable once they are actually here.
Good luck!
Posted by: Amy at August 16, 2007 11:28 AM (I9LMv)
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I feel so bad for you, Angus and the kids. The Swunt, not so much. I realize she's hurting, but using the kids as scapegoats and to get back at you guys is lousy.
Can you and Angus sit both the kids down and have a talk with them? To remind them that you understand they're caught in the middle and you don't want them to feel that way, that you love them and want to spend a lot of time with them, even after the Lemonheads arrive. To let them know they can tell you how they feel and won't be punished for it.
Hugs to you all.
Posted by: selzach at August 16, 2007 12:10 PM (fs+Ya)
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oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I hope Angus can get Jeff to open up a bit and reassure him that he is very special and well adored.
I STG it must be use your kids as weapons month, and nobody told the other parents.....
As for the Le Creuset, I've been there. I stopped washing dishes months ago because wet + dishes + RA hands = BAD. Chalk it up to experience and hit an outlet mall when you come to the States next :-)
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 16, 2007 05:06 PM (IfXtw)
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I wish I could wave a wand and make it all better for you-even fix your broken pot. Instead, I will just say that I am thinking of you and here for you, should you need me for
anything.
No wonder you want to purge so badly-you are up to your neck in 'new' stuff to deal with, so who has time for the old?
Posted by: Teresa at August 16, 2007 05:11 PM (OFErs)
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I wish I had fix-it advice for you in regards to Jeff and his reaction. As it is, having gone through this with my son, although he was older, the only thing to do was to live my life as joyfully as I could, include him in it as much as he'd let me, and wait.
I don't do "wait" very well. But, you know...I had to.
Give it time. Let him do/say what he wants to right now. And...I'm sorry.
Posted by: The other Amber at August 16, 2007 06:17 PM (zQE5D)
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Me thinks I feel the heavy hand of the swunt at play.
Posted by: Foggy at August 16, 2007 08:55 PM (WlHuv)
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At the risk of overstepping boundaries.... It seems to me that with the exception of one unfortunate incident with wet hands and gravity, you are being left to deal with things that are already in various states of destruction. You haven't destroyed anything.
Posted by: Ms. Pants at August 16, 2007 09:17 PM (+p4Zf)
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Many good thoughts and good wishes. I'm sure you will figure out a way to handle things--you have shown such strength up to this point.
Posted by: sophie at August 16, 2007 09:17 PM (AY+fk)
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"The wedding dress... one of the Lemonheads might want to use it"
hope it's the girl hehe
Posted by: Jennifer at August 16, 2007 11:14 PM (xEC7K)
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Let me second what Amy said. Travel to the grocery store with small children is waaaay more of an ordeal than you think. Traveling halfway around the world will be even more challenging. Waiting until after the Lemonheads arrive to buy the tix is a good idea.
Posted by: ~Easy at August 20, 2007 11:19 AM (OfRIX)
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Have you contacted Le Creuset? I have several of their pieces (ahem, nine. I might have a slight addiciton) and as far as I know, they have a lifetime warranty and ought to replace it.
Posted by: emily at August 20, 2007 08:38 PM (fHIqo)
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August 15, 2007
The Averages
Beach Girl recently sent me a few articles on names. Now, I find names to be very, very interesting, and not just because IÂ’m baking two buns in the oven. Names (to me) are a characteristic of a person, theyÂ’re a catch-all for the bits that are going on beneath the surface.
Ironically there are some names where the patterns repeat themselves, at least in my world. AngusÂ’ exÂ’s name is one name that I genuinely associate with people that make life hard, because IÂ’ve known three women with that name and all three of them whipped me. Maybe itÂ’s a name pattern thing. Every woman I know named Angus' ex's name (and variants thereof) has had a touch of evil to her. Every "Donna" I've known has been very nurturing. Every "Sara/Sarah" I've ever known is strong and independent, even if they can't see it themselves. Every "Michael" I've dated - and there have been a few - have been trainwrecks of relationships, but perhaps it's the combo of "Helen"+"Michael" that made the relationships so tragic, perhaps Michaels are ok with, for example, Ellens. Maybe there's some deeper science to it all, who the hell knows.
I think we all know of a name urban legend as well-while I was working in a hospital many years ago, I was told by one of the midwives of a woman who delivered her daughter and then chose a name for her based on a word she saw on a medical form. Despite the midwives desperately urging her not to make the perilous mistake of naming her kid this, the woman went ahead with it, and thus right now somewhere in Texas is a girl with the unfortunate name of Chlamydia.
The Lemonheads get called all kinds of things. While I call them The Lemonheads, Melissa and Jeff call them Wayne and Krusty (although Jeff has lately started to insist itÂ’s Wayne and Krustina as Wayne is clearly not a female name, and presumably Krustina is. Things just get weirder in my life on a daily basis.) AngusÂ’ Mum calls them Mack and Mabel. My dad calls them Pebbles and Bam-Bam. They go by many names, none of them what theyÂ’re going to be called when theyÂ’re born, but that's ok. In my heart, they'll always be the Lemonheads.
As far as the babies go we absolutely have no idea what to name them, so any questions to me about naming them isnÂ’t prying to find out what theyÂ’ll be called, as we havenÂ’t a clue what the names will be. We also think you need to see the kids before you give them the ultimate label for life. We sat down with Melissa and Jeff in April while we were in Mexico and came up with a list. There are maybe 30-40 names for boys and girls on that list, and much paring down needs to be done (I would, for example, rather not give birth than name our child Wayne. IÂ’m just saying.)
Whatever we decide to name them, the babies will be called something else on this blog. I donÂ’t do real names on this site. Helen, Angus, Melissa, and Jeff are all pseudonyms, as are all the names of any people I talk about-neighbors, Angus' family colleagues, etc. The only names that are real on this blog are Gorby, Maggie, and Mumin, because I think chances of anyone in our lives Googling them are slim and my furry companions have little interest in vanity Googling themselves. The only other real name on this blog is KimÂ’s because he died, and because he changed his name when he was an adult anyway.
IÂ’m fiercely private in real life, actually.
Although nothing I write about is untrue, specifics that could help people twig who I am are changed-the name of our house, for one. I donÂ’t like details getting out.
But IÂ’ll lay a few real details on the line for you today, anyway.
Trends lately are for baby names to be unusual and unique. Looking at the list of most popular baby names today reads to me like a car catalog. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone, but some names just don't make sense to me. The name "Braeden" sounds like it should have "Hyundai" before it. The same goes for "Aaralyn", it makes me think "Can I buy a consonant, please?" I just don't get modern naming, really. And choosing alliteration for naming (I'm looking at you, Kate Hudson, the four P children on Desperate Housewives, and don't even get me started on the crazy Duggar "J"s.) is wrong on so many levels. Equally, Angus is very not keen on naming kids after parents, so there won't be any Angus II or Angus Juniors in our house.
As far as names go Angus and I are both huge, huge fans of what you might call the average, everyday, ordinary names. Maybe itÂ’s because we both have unusual first names in real life that makes us crave normalcy-my real first name is generally a boyÂ’s name (and I have met more men with my name than women), and Angus' real first name is very Scottish. While chances are youÂ’ve heard of our names before, chances are even greater that you donÂ’t personally know anyone with these names. Our real first names are on the long side, and both of our last names are long as well. In addition, my name can be spelled a few ways and AngusÂ’ real name can be spelled one of 400,000 ways. The way his is spelled, thanks to his Mum, is very unusual, and it's generally always misspelled on mail we receive. Perhaps because of our unusual and long first names, weÂ’re fans of short, simple, old-fashioned names. Mary works for us. PeteÂ’s ok. Elizabeth is nice (but a bit too long, we think, cursed as we are with the long last names.) We wonÂ’t win any points for originality but we wonÂ’t condemn our kids to a lifetime of spelling their name out for people, something we have to do.
In contrast, both of us have completely average middle names, but they’re names neither of us like. In a stroke of honesty, I’ll go ahead and whip them out (because we never, ever use them. Ever.) My real middle name is Christina. I hate it. I’ve always hated it. Apologies to anyone named Christina, but the name just doesn’t suit me. I used to hate my first name, too, but it's grown on me and I like it now, but my hatred for my middle name has been life-long. Angus’ real-life middle name is Mark (or as I like to point out, it's pronounced over here as "Mahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk"). He’s not so keen on that one, either. Our names mean “follower of Christ” and “warlike”, respectively, neither of which are true. Now if "Christina" meant "follower of cheese products" and "Mark" meant "lover of lightbulbs", we'd be getting somewhere. But we hold great stock in middle names as well.
“Melissa” and “Jeff” are names that I just pulled out of the air-we have no real association with the names and they're nothing like the kids' real names. In real life both of them have completely average first names as well, only Melissa’s first name is a common Swedish name and pretty much completely unheard of outside of Northern Europe. As they have one English and one Swedish parent they were given an English name and a Swedish name, so that they could choose if they wanted to be called by one of them over the other later in life, depending on where they lived.
The babies, equipped as they will be with one English parent and one American parent, would have the same only the names, theyÂ’re not so different.
Angus loves girls’ names that start with K, so that’s getting analysis. Angus’ family has long had a bit of a thing going with Scottish names, so we’ve been looking at Scottish names as we both like them. But we’re not sticklers on this one-we’re anxious to have names that suit the babies and suit something being “new”.
We have a bit of a tradition in my mother’s line-for as far back as I can see, the second girl born gets the middle name “Marie”. I know this goes back at least four generations, maybe more, but it’s something that’s done. But while I have no problem with the name Marie and am absolutely not against passing names down in families, I do have a problem with traditions and cycles not being broken with regards to patterns I see with this pattern in particular, so even though – in this generation, that is – our girl will be the second girl born, there’s no way in hell her middle name is going to be Marie. We may like the name, but we’re anxious for everything to be different.
We might be taking superstition too far.
IÂ’m ok with that.
In general, names are important to me. I want the names to be right. Strangely, Jeff said a name in the car last month as we wound our way through Scotland, and it twigged with me on a major level. I just thought: "That's it. That's the name for our daughter." In my head, despite my protestations that we not only need to see the baby first and that the name doesn't start with a K, I've been thinking of her as that name ever since. Maybe it sticks, maybe it doesn't.
But I have to admit-it's pretty fun thinking of the possibilities.
-H.
PS-Sci-fi fans! I need your help! 15 year-old Melissa is a huge, huge fan of Tolkein, and she's now read every one of his she can get her hands on including his "new" one, the Children of Hurin one. I'd like to get her some more books, but not sure how to proceed. She's read all of the Narnia books, Harry Potter books, Wrinkle in Time books, and as she tends to lean towards liking sci fi/fantasy more than any other genre, I'm now wondering where to go from here. Any tips?
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My middle name is Marian and is one handed down from Grandmother to Mother to me. My brother has a name that was forced on my parents by our grandfather and it chafed so badly that he shucked it off as soon as he turned 21. Mine has no pressure attached and I'm hoping to pass it on to my daughter... if that ever happens...
I like the spellings of names. I'm a lot happier with Marian than I would be with Marion... Kinda like Anne of Green Gable's feelings about Anne with an 'e'!
As for reading material? I'm reading Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind. I think it would be right up Melissa's alley. All the elements of Tolkien and not a short book but very easy to read.
Posted by: deeleea at August 15, 2007 10:46 AM (Gh1MZ)
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She's 15? Try Guy Gavriel Kay. Very stylised and both fantasy/historical. The Fionovar Tapestry is the most popular (and my favourite...)
And I'm going to guess that she's read Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy already... the movie (The Golden Compass) comes out at the end of this year and THEY BETTER NOT RUIN IT. I'm just saying.
Posted by: JAC at August 15, 2007 10:58 AM (YFAde)
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Names are very interesting. You have me quite intrigued about what your real name and the names of your family members are!! I wish there was some way you could share what the babies real names are when they come but still protect your privacy!!
My middle name use to be Christina too -- and I hated it. Like you, it just didn't suit me. When I got married I dropped my middle name and made my maiden name my middle name. We are planning to name our son my maiden name and give him his father's very common first name as a middle name.
BTW: I married a Michael -- but he goes by Mike. Do you think that makes a difference in your trainwreck theory? Did any of the Michael's you have dated go by Mike?
*smile*
Posted by: Jamie at August 15, 2007 11:28 AM (cto+Q)
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Has she read the Shannara series by Terry Brooks?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shannara#The_Original_Shannara_Trilogy
I recommend Sword, Elfstones and Wishsong. Beyond that, hard to say.
Posted by: z. hendirez at August 15, 2007 11:52 AM (/DY4K)
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I'm all for the ordinary names, too. I ended up with a middle name from my grandfather...who was named for one of the Wright brothers. Both options are rather bad in the late 20th century.
Posted by: z. hendirez at August 15, 2007 11:54 AM (/DY4K)
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Has Melissa read the Earthsea series by Ursula K. LeGuin? They're much shorter and easier than Tolkein, but I still love them as an adult. The later books delve a bit into sexism and gender roles.
Posted by: selzach at August 15, 2007 12:11 PM (cVHU2)
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I left the hospital with Baby Mysurname. We thought that we'd see what name suited when we saw the baby so we didn't even have a shortlist of names. I don't know if it's still the case but you had six weeks in which to register the birth so I couldn't see the point in making a snap decision. They did not like it at the hospital, it wasn't intense pressure but pressure there was to register the birth before leaving. It might have worked if I'd been younger and dafter.
Reading material - I know you live in the back of beyond but there must be a library somewhere. Have her wander along the shelves for half an hour and see what she likes the look of.
Posted by: Caroline M at August 15, 2007 12:15 PM (x3QDi)
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Shut up, your real middle name is Christina? Why did I never know that?
Anyway, it's really funny that you wrote about this because they had a segment on the Today show this morning about how there are now, get this: name consultants. You pay someone to help you pick a name for your kid, which is just so fucking absurd to me. And I'd blog about it, but my host switched servers and there's still a little snafu, so maybe later.
I'm of the same mindset though. People kept bugging the shit out of me on whether we had a name picked out and I wasn't just saying no to piss them off. We really only had some general ideas but we weren't really happy with any one of them. And, I wanted to see him first.
Also, I know quite a few people with your real first name. All of them girls.
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Posted by: statia at August 15, 2007 12:26 PM (lHsKN)
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And, I wanted to see him first.
Yep. Bring names, but don't be afraid to change your mind once you see them. We had to be sure X looked like an X before we made it official.
Posted by: z.hendirez at August 15, 2007 12:31 PM (/DY4K)
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Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy is fantastic.
Posted by: amelia at August 15, 2007 12:47 PM (L2+hh)
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Phillip Pullman's His dark Materials and Doomday Book by Connie Willis
Posted by: Priya at August 15, 2007 12:55 PM (WNCcO)
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I know what you mean about a visceral reaction When we found Miss S's first middle name (she has my last name as a second middle name), I teared up EVERY SINGLE TIME I said it. And I don't think it was just the hormones talking.
As far as books go, I think that Lynn Flewelling's Tamir Trilogy would be a really great - it's not a YA book, but it is a coming-of-age fantasy story with some interesting gender and power stuff going on. Also Naomi Kritzer's stuff - I've only read her first two books, but they feature strong, relatively youthful heroines.
Posted by: Sarah at August 15, 2007 01:03 PM (EzvAx)
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Helen, my wife is the lead of a children's section at a big Barnes and Noble. Here are her suggestions for ladies her age:
The "Young Wizards" series by Diane Duane (my favorite as well)
The "Attoliah" series by Megan Whalen Turner
Dragon's Keep by Janet Lee Carrie
The Warriors Heir (first in a series, doesn't remember the author)
Eragon and Eldest, if she hasn't read them already
She reiterates His Dark Materials, mentioned above.
The "Bartimaeus" Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud
Posted by: Michael at August 15, 2007 01:04 PM (BpJYW)
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Yep, I also believe that certain names carry with them certain connotations and I have quite a few names on my list that my children will never be named.
May I suggest anything by Orson Scott Card - he runs more toward scifi than fantasy - but for writing you can't beat him (Ender's Game, Ender's Shadow are both wonderful - Pastwatch is my Favorite, but that's a stand alone)
Posted by: Casey at August 15, 2007 01:07 PM (0M9ku)
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Well Hell! My husband is Michael (trainwreck of a relationship- nope
) and Im Christina! haha! I have never cared for my name either but honestly couldnt think of anything else that really fits me. Luckly, my family never tried to shortent it as Im NOT a Christy or a Tina either- Ive gotten use to it, at least its "adult"
I dont know how to choose a name your kid will like? Ours took some time and while we love what we have choosen we arent sharing it with a soul until his birth. I dont want anyones opinion pissing all over it- hes coming out of my shoot- i get to choose his name!
Good luck!
Posted by: Christina at August 15, 2007 01:09 PM (FXxJ1)
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His Dark Materials series by Pullman is great as is the Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow series. I love Tolkien and sci-fi/fantasty in general so if she's anything like me then she'd like those books as well.
Posted by: Karen at August 15, 2007 01:19 PM (IPcYy)
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Just for the record, I hate my first name. I don't feel like it suits me at all. And, I have having to spell it for people too.
As far as books, I just saw a movie preview for The Spiderwick Chronicles, which looked like a good fantasy story. I haven't read the books myself, but they are on the
Best Children's Fantasy books list at Amazon UK. And while it's not straight fantasy, I loved Roald Dahl books at her age. She might like "Witches".
Posted by: geeky at August 15, 2007 01:24 PM (ziVl9)
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I grew up hating my first name. Never loved my middle name much either. Then I found out that my father REALLY wanted to name me Clancy when I was born. Mom protested and I dodged that bullet. Made me like my real name more (and subsequently got me to adopt Clancy as my online name).
IÂ’ve known quite a few people with your real first name, and every single one of them has been female. Never met one who was male (although I can think of ONE semi-celebrity male with your first name).
When my wife and I discussed names, she had been looking through a name book and had 5-10 picked out, both boy and girl. We went through the list together and 5 minutes later had both names selected. We still hold the boy name in reserve for #2, if that ever happens and assuming itÂ’s a boyÂ…
Posted by: Clancy at August 15, 2007 01:25 PM (HPYJV)
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I'll second the Earthsea trilogy and add in Le Guin's
Hainish trilogy as well. Somewhat less well known than the Earthsea trilogy, but I loved them.
Hmm, what else? My scifi/fantasy collection is large and varied. Some of it is stuff that maybe only I'd like.
Oh, I see Connie Willis' Doomsday Book above. Let me add To Say Nothing of the Dog. They both sit proudly on my bookshelf.
I have a great affection for most Heinlein novels, except for Stranger In a Strange Land, which I really didn't like. As great as The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress was, I'll throw in a few others, some of which, again, are less famous: The Puppet Masters; Double Star; Starship Troopers(may not appeal to everyone); and the short story The Menace From Earth, which can usually be found in a Heinlein collection.
The Compleat Enchanter series by L. Sprague de Camp. Older stuff, but quite entertaining.
The Warlock In Spite of Himself, by Christopher Stasheff. He also wrote some sequels which, I'll admit, aren't as good.
The Deryni series, by Katherine Kurtz: Deryni Rising, Deyni Checkmate and Deryni somethingorother.
The Thomas Covenant trilogies I (Lord Foul's Bane, The Illearth War, The Power That Preserves) and II (The Wounded Land, The One Tree, White Gold Wielder). These books might only be available as used ones, as they were printed 20+ years ago. However, the author is revisiting the world one last time now, so the older ones might have been reprinted recently.
Michael Moorcock's Eternal Hero related series: Elric( 6 books), Corum (6 books/2 trilogies), Dorian Hawkmoon, Count Brass.
Crikey, my brain is empty right now. I think that I can provide a lot more. I had to build a bookcase in my house just for my scifi/fantasy books, so I have more than a few.
Posted by: physics geek at August 15, 2007 01:50 PM (MT22W)
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I remember I was always one of the kids who didn't want a different name when I was in elementary school. And yes - Hannah is really my name.
For Melissa - try the Farseers series, by Robin Hobb. Very, very good. The first book is
Assassin's Apprentice. Funnily enough, speaking of names, the royal family in that series all gets named as a prediction of how they're supposed to act when they grow up - though that's really a very small detail.
I'd second the suggestion for Wizard's First Rule, turns out to be an excellent series. Twelve books or so, now? And the Young Wizards, too: "So You Want to be a Wizard?" I couldn't resist picking it up.
Posted by: Hannah at August 15, 2007 02:03 PM (5w+E2)
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With our four kids I just went through and first picked names we liked (ones that didn't remind us of any weird or mean people in our lives). Then started thinking up all the mean or good nicknames that children might pin on them. You'd be surprised at how creative youngsters can be. Last test... how did it sound when you put the word "Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, or Uncle" in front of it. I mean, we have a friend who had their nickname "Po" stick. How would you like to be called Grandma Po?... Ugh. At any rate, you many have names you like but until you actually see them to make sure they match their name you won't probably know 100%. Good luck with the naming!
Posted by: sue at August 15, 2007 02:09 PM (OTx6L)
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Ooh, was thinking more about the Farseers Triology... remembered that the second trilogy is about the Live Ship Traders... excellent, excellent stuff!
Now I just have to remember where I left that series so I can go read them again...
The joys of reading!
Posted by: Hannah at August 15, 2007 02:13 PM (5w+E2)
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Book rec for Melissa: I looooooooooved 'Under Plum Lake' by Lionel Davidson.
Posted by: maura at August 15, 2007 03:11 PM (Mv/2X)
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For Melissa, if she hasn't already read the Phillip Pullman series (golden compass, etc.), that'd be a good 3 books. I loved Andre Norton when I was That Age; Octavia Butler's work is wonderful. H.Beam Piper's _Little Fuzzies_ was memorable.
Posted by: LynD at August 15, 2007 03:13 PM (2F9Ak)
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My wife and I have picked out the names, Avery (boy or girl) and Ayla (girl, Aylyn boy alternative). Strangely enough, we are not pregnant, currently have no plans to get pregnant and are coming up on our owner personal age deadline for having any children. I've always though it was odd to have it all chosen out that way.
On books for the young lady:
I discovered the Tolkein books as an adult after the movies came out and enjoyed them. I then discovered another author after the movie "I,Robot" came out. The author is Issac Asimov and he wrote a lot of books of futuristic SciFi including robots and galactic civilization. He wrote a great many books, but there 3 series of books that roughly all fit together: the Robot series, the Foundation series and the the Empire series. These books along probably number 20 in total.
Posted by: Christopher at August 15, 2007 03:23 PM (HRp3U)
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The Tripod Trilogy by Christopher
I Robot and The Rest of the Robots by Asimov (and please, if you saw the terrible movie, it had ZERO to do with these fine books)
The Last Unicorn by Beagle
The Jirel of Joiry stories by C L Moore (C L Moore was a female sci-fi/fantasy writer who had to masquerade with a gender-unspecific pen name since everyone knew in the 30's that women didn't write sci-fi, right? *rolls eyes*...very good, strong female fantasy warrior type protagonist, characterizations very much ahead of its time)
Dragonflight, Dragonquest, and The White Dragon by Anne McCaffrey; sci-fi/fantasy with dynamic female characters
Posted by: The other Amber at August 15, 2007 03:31 PM (zQE5D)
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I agree with you on the Michael thing. I've dated 3 Mikes or Michaels, and all of them did me serious damage. As for the names... Average is good with me. My mom goes by Judie, which is a variant of her middle name (and mine), Jude. She hated her first name, and wanted me to have something short, average, and easy to spell. So, Amy it is. I've known several families where the father passes down his first name as the middle name of the first boy (or the mother to the first girl). I kinda like that, but if Angus doesn't like his first name (I really dig it, by the way), then that won't work.
I once had a cat that was a different name every 12 hours until I found a name that suited her. Sounds horrible to do with children, but it won't stop me from trying it if I ever have any.
Posted by: amy t. at August 15, 2007 03:32 PM (3dOTd)
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Do you have a Sims family called the Averages? That's what the title of the post makes me think of.
Posted by: Hannah at August 15, 2007 03:38 PM (5w+E2)
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Anything by Anne McCaffrey - she will LOVE. Many strong female characters. Anne does both sci-fi and fantasy. Also, her collaborations with other authors are also good. Another great author with good stories - Mercedes Lackey. Start with The Heralds of Valdemar. I'm a HUGE sci-fi and fantasy reader, since I was in my teens. Piers Anthony, is another author I started reading when I was younger. Okay, I'm sure I could think of more but that's enough to start with.
ps. I've always loved my name. Just goes to show you that names fit the person.
Posted by: Christina at August 15, 2007 03:55 PM (b4jrh)
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I used to not be a big fan of my name, but it has grown on me and now I love it. As far as books.. when I was around her age (maybe 16?) I started reading a series called Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan. I love those books. There are 11 in the series so far, and should be 12 total, but the last one is not out yet. Only thing is, they're long. Really long. Long like Harry Potter only with smaller text.
Posted by: Erin at August 15, 2007 04:03 PM (VkeXi)
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My grandkids, (my daughters kids) are Cody Chase, Cory Chance, Kendall Rylee, and as of tommorrow, when she will be born sometime in the afternoon, Karlee Ryann. My daughter is being induced at 530 am. I am stoked!
Anne McCaffrey-all of the dragonriders of pern, good series, Piers Anthony-xanth series, you'd love that series too.
Posted by: Donna at August 15, 2007 04:24 PM (05lvc)
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I have always liked my first name, which is Donna. Some people say that I'm a good listener, and I like to hug. So maybe I'm a nuturer. When my husband and I named our children, we wanted names that were easy to spell. I loved the book "Little Women." I liked Jo the best, but knew Josephine would not be a good name. I liked Amy. So that is our daughter's name, not Aimee or any strange spelling of it. Our son's first and middle name is Lee X. My husband jokingly says that we named him that because we knew he would have trouble spelling and Lee doesn't have a lot of letters. Oh, and how exciting to be having twins! I'm a twin. When I was pregnant with my first child, I hoped I would have twins. When I was pregnant with my second child, I hoped I wouldn't have twins.
Posted by: PrimoDonna at August 15, 2007 04:29 PM (qQGjh)
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I have a list of "no-no names" too, based on repeated numbers of jerks in my life with the same names. Andrew, for example (sorry any of you named Andrew).
I grew up with an unusual (at the time, super popular now) first name so it's important to me that MY kids will always be able to find their names on a key chain or hair barrettes, and since Hubby's name is easy to figure out, they'll be ok without the nearly unpronounceable last name I had to drag around, and still do, actually.
While I do like short names, and traditional ones, one of my pet peeves is people who name their kids a nickname rather than the full name associated with it. By all means, call them whatever you like, but naming the kid Johnathan instead of Jack gives him more choices. And it looks a lot better on a professional resume. Same goes for nick, bob, betty, mike, kristy, pete, etc.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 15, 2007 04:41 PM (IfXtw)
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Oh, and this?
The name "Braeden" sounds like it should have "Hyundai" before it. The same goes for "Aaralyn", it makes me think "Can I buy a consonant, please?" I just don't get modern naming, really.
I am STILL wiping off the screen. I couldn't agree more.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 15, 2007 04:50 PM (IfXtw)
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Has she read Dianne Wynn Jones (her name is probably mis-spelled, I can't remember how many "n"s she uses)? I've only read her "Chronicles of the Chrestomanci" Volumes 1 & 2, but they were enjoyable. Also, Patricia Wredes writes fantasy books, the Enchanted Forest Chronicle and I just started her "Sorcery & Cecelia" books.
Posted by: Angela at August 15, 2007 04:55 PM (y6Sbf)
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Anne McCaffrey, Ray Bradbury, and Philip K. Dick (though maybe she needs to be a little older for PKD.) I'd also recommend Madeleine L'engle's other books--but I will do so with the caveat that she is very much a Christian author. (Even so, I think her work, like C.S. Lewis's, holds strong even reading around the Christian references.) Mary Stewart is a little more fantasy and highly recommended by my mama. I've heard great things about Terry Pratchett's DiscWorld series, though I haven't read them.
As for names--I've grown into Marian, which is very traditional (and unusual these days.) I'm named for a great aunt, so I'm the second in my family to have this first/last name combination. I have a very typical middle name--I am sure I could name 10 people with the same one. But I choose to use my Catholic confirmation name, Brighid, as well. I love my whole name and my whole monogram.
And in my family, the tradition seems to be "use the father's first name for the firstborn son's middle name." So my dad is TM, and my brother is PT. Sometimes, the second boy gets the father's middle name for a middle or first name.
(Oh--and you're dead right about having associations with certain names. I can't see myself dating another C. I can't see myself trusting another T. My boyfriend has my father's name, and I'm not sure how I feel about that!)
Posted by: Marian at August 15, 2007 05:18 PM (BbFus)
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I second Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series. Excellent. Another dragon series that's good is Melanie Rawn's Stronghold. I know that's the first book. My favorite "fantasy" books when I was around Melissa's age would be Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness series about a girl knight. Alanna: The First Adventure is the first book. Might be a bit immature for Melissa, but she'd have fun with the quick read.
Posted by: Julia at August 15, 2007 05:24 PM (5+omQ)
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I'd suggest Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising series, which begins with "Over Sea, Under Stone." They're present-day but draw from Arthurian legend, and are set in Cornwall and Wales, so you could even provide some context by taking a trip there if you so chose. They're very serious fantasy; Cooper doesn't write down to kids. I find them as challenging as an adult as I did at 11. Plus they're about to make the most excellent book 2, "The Dark is Rising," into a terrible film, so the time is ripe for good first impressions.
Posted by: kay at August 15, 2007 06:11 PM (N2BY7)
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Reading material: Strongly recommend Neil Gaiman's "Stardust". Also, Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials", Piers Anthony's "Xanth" series, Roger Zelazny's "The Chronicles of Amber", and "The Spiderwick Chronicles" (forgot the name of the author". Robert Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land" and "Starship Troopers" are also very good, and the "Dune" series is excellent. Philip Jose Farmer has some pretty good sci-fi/fantasy books, although I can't recall any particular names right now. "Ender's Game" and its sequels are supposed to be pretty good, but I haven't read any personally. Terry Brooks is supposed to be a good writer as well, but again, haven't ready any.
Posted by: Irina at August 15, 2007 06:18 PM (ixyZE)
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The way is clear: Change your middle name to "Fromagina" or "Fromagina Curdette".
Live the dream!
Posted by: Sigivald at August 15, 2007 06:36 PM (3iY68)
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My daughter's name (Kelsey) just came to me - I never had another name in mind, and had no boy name picked out, even though I didn't know whether she was a boy or girl.
If Melissa is into vampire books at all (not scary vampire books, but books where the vampires end up being cool) we enjoyed the series from Stephenie Meyer (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse). My 13 year old and I loved them. They were as readable as Harry Potter. Maybe moreso, now that I've read the last HP.
ALso - seconding the Stardust recommendation - if the movie is out there - make sure you go with the kids. It is fantastic.
Posted by: Tracy at August 15, 2007 06:45 PM (zv3bS)
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Suggestions for Melissa books:
Dune series. Great.
Gate to Womans Country by Sherrie Tepper. Great for a young feminist
wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gate_to_Women%27s_Country
For fantasy I would consider:
Laurell Hamilton's
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurell_K._Hamilton
Anita Blake series and her Meridith Gentry series. But may be a little too mature for her. But interesting fantasy.
SciFi
Ringworld series by Larry Niven
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringworld
As for names: read Freakonomics especially chapters 5 and 6.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freakonomics
Posted by: Foggy at August 15, 2007 07:17 PM (WlHuv)
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ooh, ooh, I can help with that!
has she read any Frank Herbert (Dune)? what about Orson Scott Card (Ender's Game, etc.). i love card's work especially. for me, Herbert gets a little weird around God Emperor of Dune (or some such name).
i'm sure you've gotten other good recommendations as well, above.
Posted by: becky at August 15, 2007 07:33 PM (HOaDB)
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I know about hating your first name. Mine is Leslie and I've hated it since childhood. Everyone thinks I'm a guy before they meet me because of the spelling and if they know I"m female they spell it wrong. *sigh* I named my kids really generic names so that when they were older they could choose what they want people to call them - they are James and Katherine.
As for books, have Melissa try any of the novels by Mercedes Lackey. They are well written, sometimes funny and sometimes sad AND have telepathic talking horses LOL.
Posted by: Lostdawill at August 15, 2007 08:12 PM (mmdTB)
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Y'know, as long as you give your children names they can live with, that the teachers can easily spell and pronounce and won't get their asses kicked on the playground, any decent name will suffice. Absolutely nothing wrong with traditional names (except maybe George and Bertha, those two should be cheerfully burned at the stake.)
I just looked at the baby name list and it's interesting how things change over the years. "John" isn't even on the list anymore and "David" (yes, that's my real name) is #79. Quite a few of those names strike me as freaky. BTW if by some cosmic accident our paths were to cross on the street somewhere and you told me your real name I'd still have trouble thinking of you as anyone but Helen (and Angus as anyone but Angus). Guess I've associated your blogname too well with your pictures and your writings. Oh yeah, I happen to like my middle name, it's the same name I mentioned above. Great way of dodging telemarketers and collection calls.
I'm not enough into science fiction to recommend anything. Probably my most favorite epic series that may be remotely associated with fantasy would be Stephen King's "Dark Tower" series. However that certainly isn't sci-fi, SK may not be everyone's cup of tea (even though Dark Tower cannot really be considered a horror series) and it may or may not be considered appropriate for a 15 year old girl, depending on parent's discretion. Mileage may vary.
Posted by: diamond dave at August 15, 2007 09:31 PM (7Tcqf)
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I too hated my middle name: Elaine. Reminded me of Lady Elaine Fairchild on Mr. Rogers. Now my middle name is my maiden name. Additionally, as a teacher, I have a LONG no-no names list!
For Melissa, I have to reiterate suggestions from above and add one of my own:
Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising series was the first thought that crossed my mind. I re-read them just about a year and a half ago and still loved them. This is also probably the most geared towards her age of the suggestions I have.
Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series is what I am currently reading, and I'm loving it.
Dave Duncan also has some really fun fantasy series' out including A Man of His Word and its sequal series A Handful of Men. I also enjoyed The Tales of the Kings Blades series. His stuff may skew just a little older than 15, though. There is some sex involved (gasp!)
Posted by: ZTZCheese at August 15, 2007 09:43 PM (Rpjgo)
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Heh...in the world of SCA/medieval reenactments, I've met an abundance of Angus', Fergus's, and Duncan's. Seriously, yell "Angus" at one of our events, and see how many heads turn! Now my wife worked for a long time as a school photographer, and has seen names that just boggle the imagination - you'd be amazed at just how many people have named their kids "Annakin" and "Jedi". Now as for books...might be a bit young still for Auntie Ayn, though there's a collection of her early fiction that is definitely worth checking out - more down to earth and reminiscent of O'Henry stories. I highly, highly recommend Robert Heinlein. His later works (Stranger in a Strange Land) are a bit obtuse in my opinion, though his "juvenile" fiction (which really is enjoyable by anyone of any age) is excellent and I second Physics Geek on "The Menace from Earth" - heck of a good story. At fifteen _might_ be ready to handle Neil Gaiman's Sandman graphic novel series, which verges on being great literature in my opinion, although I have to admit it gets a bit disturbing at times (the diner sequence in "Preludes and Noctunes" comes to mind here) so you and Angus may want to check it out first. Perhaps a better choice might be the book he wrote with with Terry Pratchet - "Good Omens" which is the most hilarious book I have read in my life. As for fantasy, I think she'd really like Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books, with my own personal favorite, the Last Herald Mage series.
Posted by: maolcolm at August 15, 2007 10:11 PM (iXjpl)
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My cousin has always hated her middle name: Mardel. 'Mar' is for her paternal grandmother Mary and 'del' is for her materrnal grandmother Delores. I always liked it.
My name is pretty ho-hum. Teresa Lynn (and no 'h' please, I can get vicious). My sister has a much more interesting name-Courtney Jane. And my brother-well, he is Brent Michael. My mom loves the name Michael-it is her brother's name. Also my nephew's middle name, so I can't hate on it too much.
I had a feeling deep in my bones that my first was a girl, and I knew the name I always wanted for a daughter was Veronica (I changed my Cabbage Patch Kid's name to that and even got a new birth certificate!), and I was up in the air on middle names. I knew it had to be short since her first name was a mouthful, so I went with my mom's middle name-which my mother has always hated-Lou. I loved the feminine sound of Veronica with the more masculine sound of Lou together. Plus, who doesn't love Cindy Lou Who from the original and the best "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"? With my second-well I pretty much figured out he was a boy from all the slips the OB made when talking about my pregnancy. My husband's side of the family is fierce about using family names for the boys, but when the men in the family are named things like Albert, Fordyce, Fred, and Maynard (my FIL), well I was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen. My hubby has two middle names (Dyer Fred-yuck), and his first name is Adam-so I went over the family tree and finally decided on something I actually really liked. One of my FIL brother's names was Elston, which was actually his mother's maiden name, and I liked the sound of it. I knew I was going to name my son Scott Adam, and the Elston fit in nicely too.
I think names are really important too (if you couldn't tell). I still cringe that my grandma wanted to name my aunt Bambi (she settled on Terri instead). My cousin named her son Blake McMasterson-I think the kid is destined to be a pro-golfer. Many, many of my friends and family have gone for trendier names-we have several Bryces, a few Hunters (male and female), Jacobs, Conners, and Paiges galore. My daughter is the only Veronica in her school, and when I tell people my son's name they often say that is not a name you here much anymore for little boys.
Whatever you chose will be fabulous. I really don't see you as naming your kids Urban and Unity (yes, real baby names-you can't make this shit up).
Posted by: Teresa at August 15, 2007 10:30 PM (CXw/a)
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Has Melissa read any Marion Zimmer Bradley? She has some books that are more fantasy, like one about the Arthurian legends told from the women's perspective, but also some more typical science fiction, albeit feminist Sci-fi.
Posted by: Emily at August 16, 2007 12:18 AM (cSP2n)
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Terry Brooks would be an excellent choice. The earlier books all follow the traditional Tolkien style quest based plot. The "Voyage of the Jerle Shahannara" Trilogy is more recent and well done.
Also by Brooks that are a fun read are the Kingdom of Landover books. The first in the series in Magic Kingdom: For Sale.
Terry Goodkind has a series of 6 or 7 that are very good, though can get a little "adult" in parts. "Wizards First Rule" is the first.
Regards from Kansas.
Todd
Posted by: Todd Mallon at August 16, 2007 03:47 AM (A+jmL)
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Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
Incarnations of Immortality by Piers Anthony
Dark Tower series by Stephen King
anything by Donna Jo Napoli
Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snickett
...but most of all,
The Tomorrow series by John Marsden
Posted by: Meg at August 16, 2007 04:32 AM (Mpp8f)
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I am currently working as a school photographer, and last spring we had a prom picture come through with the most... incredible... dress. Sort of a halter top that went to the waist, you could see the glittery thing she had around her bellybutton, and swept down to the floor, though it was slit so far up the sides that she had on those little cheerleader pants that are designed to be seen. We had an extra copy, and have posted it as an example of Truly Appalling.
The girl's name? Sparkles. Seriously. On the school records and everything.
You're getting a lot of suggestions on the books, and a lot of them seem to be on the order of particular favorites. A lot of them also seem to be along the lines of juveniles, so I'm going to take a different approach and say that if she can handle the more complicated Tolkien without a pause, she'll probably like George R.R. Martin, which is a terrible thing to suggest since he's not finished yet.
Other lovely intricate works include most of Tad Williams' work (fantasy and science fiction;
Otherland is a four-book book like Lord of the Rings is a three-book book), Paula Volsky's
Illusion, and Steven Brust's Phoenix Guards series (which is a tribute to Dumas in many ways, and just as elaborate.)
Really, though, to properly suggest the right books, I'd need to know why she likes Tolkien. I can do a pretty good job of matching books to people if I can hear them talk about their favorites— an occupational hazard developed whilst working in a bookstore. As it is, I can only throw out ideas at random. Barbara Hambly. Tamora Pierce. Mercedes Lackey. C.S. Friedman (oh yeah.) Tanya Huff.
Oh, wait— I have an idea. Look up the books she likes on Amazon and see what "People who bought this book also bought" says. That will give you some ideas to take to the bookstore. Unfortunately, you live on the other side of the world from me so I can't lend you stuff. Ah, well.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 16, 2007 05:19 AM (tie24)
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I am currently working as a school photographer, and last spring we had a prom picture come through with the most... incredible... dress. Sort of a halter top that went to the waist, you could see the glittery thing she had around her bellybutton, and swept down to the floor, though it was slit so far up the sides that she had on those little cheerleader pants that are designed to be seen. We had an extra copy, and have posted it as an example of Truly Appalling.
The girl's name? Sparkles. Seriously. On the school records and everything.
You're getting a lot of suggestions on the books, and a lot of them seem to be on the order of particular favorites. A lot of them also seem to be along the lines of juveniles, so I'm going to take a different approach and say that if she can handle the more complicated Tolkien without a pause, she'll probably like George R.R. Martin, which is a terrible thing to suggest since he's not finished yet.
Other lovely intricate works include most of Tad Williams' work (fantasy and science fiction;
Otherland is a four-book book like Lord of the Rings is a three-book book), Paula Volsky's
Illusion, and Steven Brust's Phoenix Guards series (which is a tribute to Dumas in many ways, and just as elaborate.)
Really, though, to properly suggest the right books, I'd need to know why she likes Tolkien. I can do a pretty good job of matching books to people if I can hear them talk about their favorites— an occupational hazard developed whilst working in a bookstore. As it is, I can only throw out ideas at random. Barbara Hambly. C.S. Friedman (oh yeah.) Tanya Huff.
Oh, wait— I have an idea. Look up the books she likes on Amazon and see what "People who bought this book also bought" says. That will give you some ideas to take to the bookstore. Unfortunately, you live on the other side of the world from me so I can't lend you stuff. Ah, well.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 16, 2007 05:24 AM (tie24)
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Julie Kenner has a fun, light suburban mom/demon hunter series. Charlaine Harris has 2 series--one a "Souther VAmpire" series, and the other about a girl with powers to help find dead people whose bodies are lost. I'm glad you have some other good ideas, because my big toe barely touches the fantasy pool.
Best wishes with the names. I have grown into my name, but couldn't stand it as a kid.
I recognize those patterns as well. One year my father was generous and let all the kids invite a friend on a family trip. I was told to invite the David of my choice. This during a long string of dating Davids.
Posted by: sophie at August 16, 2007 07:08 AM (AY+fk)
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About Mercedes Lackey's stuff - I read the Last Herald Mage series (starts with Magic's Pawn) and absolutely adored it. Vanyel is still one of my all time favorite characters. Excellent stories, character development... wonderful. However, I picked up some of her other stuff and was very disappointed. Sure, some of it is cute but none of it, in my opinion, is up to the level of the Last Herald Mage.
Something else I've enjoyed lately is a chic lit/fantasy book called "Enchanted, Inc." - very fun. Who couldn't love a game of going to Central Park to kiss the frogs and see which one really is an enchanted prince?
I suspect I read too much...
Posted by: Hannah at August 16, 2007 10:46 AM (5w+E2)
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I can't believe I missed the Anne McCaffrey books. Brain lock. I have umm, a lot of her books. I recommend them all.
I would disagree with the Mercedes Lackey choice. Not the author, the series. I think some of her best work was the Diana Tregarde series (Burning Water, Jinx High, maybe Children of the Night?).
Agree on the Asimov books. The Robot series are great, but my highest rating goes to the Foundation Trilogy. Sure, he added another 3-4 books 25_ years later and they were great, but the originals were fabulous.
Dune. Dune Messiah. Children of Dune. I won't recommend the subsequent books, but the first trilogy, and especially the first book, were masterpieces. Dune is hard to wade through because so there's so much in it. There is a handy glossary of people and organizations in the back of the book, but you're better served wading through a couple of chapters before looking things up. The context makes the definitions far more understanable. And you'll be hooked after the first couple of chapters.
Ringworld novels, which I see someone else has suggested.
The Tad Williams series, starting with Wizard's First Rule. You'll be busy for a while with that ever growing pile of books.
Phillip Jose Farmer's Riverworld series. To Your Scattered Bodies Go was fantastic. The Fabulous Riverboat a little less fantastic, but still good. That series also grew a lot.
Here's some that others probably haven't mentioned: Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber series. He actually wrote two separate series, with two different central protagonists. Since Zelazny died some years back, other authors have written a series based on the distant past of Amber's creation. Pretty good, but not great. Let's see if I can remember the first two series without looking them up:
#1; Nine Princes in Amber, The Guns of Avalon, Sign of the Unicorn, The Hand of Oberon and The Courts of Chaos.
#2: Trumps of Doom, Blood of Amber, Sign of Chaos, Knight of Shadows and Prince of Chaos.
Oh, and the premiere issue of Realms of Fantasy magazine contained one additional Amber short story. I cannot remember the name right now.
My god, what a dork am I. I cannot believe that I pulled all 10 book titles out of my ass. I was going to suggest some more, but I need to step away from geeky things for a few minutes.
Posted by: physics geek at August 16, 2007 06:18 PM (MT22W)
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Artemis Fowl is a good fantasy book.
Posted by: Lisa at August 19, 2007 02:33 PM (WFlht)
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Jumping in late here as we just got back from vacation.
We had the names picked out for our kids before they were born. Since we tried to get pregnant for a year, and didn't start trying until after we'd been married for 7 years, it was a topic of general discussion in a theoretical way long before it was a reality.
Another author recommendation for Melissa would be Lois McMaster Bujuold. In fact, I've often thought that you might enjoy her writing as well.
The Spirit Ring is one of the few "fantasy" books that I can stomach and it's a stand alone book.
Falling Free is another one that stands alone, but is part of the Miles Vorkosigan series.
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August 14, 2007
Almost 29 Weeks of Lemony Goodness
Today we trooped to the hospital for our 28 week scan (even though I'm 29 weeks tomorrow. Somehow, we got off track by a week. I blame society.) and to meet our consultant and the one who will deliver the twins, the one we call Dr. Charisma, the IVF doctor who, peering at me above the sheet of my be-draped pink taco declared that we should put back two embryos based on my history and the overwhelmingly averageness that were the two embryos, that twins in this situation were extremely unlikely. I have some choice words for Dr. Charisma. Don't get me wrong-he's an excellent doctor and I have no doubts about his qualifications, he's just not the kind of guy you'd go rushing up to for a hug. At all. Ever.
Anyway, we're late to the appointment as we always are, and by the time we get in to the hospital the antenatal room is one giant swelling of progesterone. There are so many heavily pregnant women in there that I wonder if Angus is going to get knocked up. We wait for ages-this never bodes well, Angus is many things but he is not a Patient Waitee-and then we head in for the scan.
We spent the entire morning at the hospital.
Angus is pretty pleased about that.
So the Lemonheads-they're doing just fine. These days the sonographer doesn't have to do much searching for the babies, they're large enough that they show up right away. Both babies are measuring over 1200 grams, which is just over 2.5 pounds. So they're small. Still within normal limits, but small.
First up-Twin 1. Twin 1 is head down and raring to go. Twin 1 is the little hooligan that kicks the shit out of me on a regular basis. I had understood that Twin 1 was the little girl, but I got that one wrong (not surprisingly, as neither of us can understand any ultrasound we ever see.) Twin 1 is on my left hand side, and it's the boy. The sonographer said that without a doubt Twin 1 is a boy, and even pointed out his man bits. Neither Angus nor I had any idea whatsoever what we were looking at, so either our son is going to be under-endowed or we're just hopeless at all this (I know without a doubt that we're hopeless at this, so I'll go with that one.) He's a big boy, though, with a large head and very, very long legs. All the better to kick me with, I guess.
Here he is-it's a profile shot of his head, with a little elbow in the air next to his noggin.
The sonographer then checked out Twin 2, who is the quieter baby, the CVS baby, and apparently is the little girl (the sonographer is very sure about that, too, and showed us the baby's lady bits as well. We didn't see anything. You might now be seeing a pattern here when it comes to Angus, me, and ultrasounds). The technician looked at me and asked me if I was having trouble breathing. I confirmed that why yes, I do spend my time breathing like a bulldog and debating a possible professional career in telephonic heavy breathing pranks. Truthfully, the breathing is getting so bad the only way I can breathe is either standing up or at a small incline-sitting for any period of time means I can't draw my breath, and I try to avoid the phone as I get too breathless and wind up sounding like my great-grandpa, who had Black Lung. The reason? The little girl, in breech position, has her head and upper torso nestled across both of my lungs, pressing hard. Her bum is squashing the ureter from my right kidney and her legs are extended, bouncing on the bottom of my cavernous uterus.
Oh yeah. She's going to be a handful.
Here's apparently a picture of her. She's pretty camera shy (and always has been) and like her parents prefers likes to sleep on her stomach. The sonographer printed these out and handed them to us proudly. Apparently, these are pictures of her face, which we were dutifully grateful about.
We don't see anything that resembles anything in the pictures.
It looks like I'll be giving birth to a Rorschach Test.
If you can see it, let me know.
She also has very long legs, although she's a lot smaller than her brother.
The rest of the visit went ok-Dr. Charisma was out so we met with his stand-in, who discussed the position the babies are in. Right now, he said, a vaginal birth is still possible as the first baby is head down, which would mean they could turn the other baby in utero and deliver her. This, to me, sounds awfully squicky and all kinds of levels of painful. True, I'm planning on being on every possible drug known to man when I go into labor, but it doesn't mean I want hands stuffed in me pulling out the plastic bags of gizzard, neck and kidneys. We'll cross that bridge when we get there-while I like the recovery time of a vaginal birth better than a C-section, I'd also like to not imagine my hooch getting stretched to the size of a Hungry Man TV dinner.
He also discussed due dates with us and even said that if the babies are ok, it's not uncommon to take the pregnancy to 39 weeks. Sitting there, I had to fight with every ounce of willpower I had not to burst into tears and shout "Not in THIS cargo hold, buddy!" Dr. Charisma says we'll deliver latest 37 weeks. I'm going with that one. While it's much, much better than the threat of 32 weeks we face with my infections, the idea of not being able to breathe like this for another 10 weeks is something I'd rather not think about without a stiff drink in my hand. Not to mention that twins have a higher risk of stillbirth after week 37 as they just completely run out of room in there. Also not tempting. I hear all the time "The longer you keep them in, the healthier they'll be," which is true and I know it, but at the same time when you're pissing razorblades and can't draw enough air, you start to think: 36 weeks works. Maybe we can't even try for 35 weeks.
Kidney infection/UTI are still under monitoring, and I'm on antibiotics for another 12 days. At this point you'll be able to slice open my veins and pour my blood on the moldy bread in order to clear it up. Only that's icky. On so many levels.
We go back in 3 weeks for another scan, and then we begin the hardcore monitoring for the rest of the pregnancy.
In the meantime, Melissa's still here, Jeff arrives tomorrow (with a newfound sense of stress as it appears the Swunt may have gotten to him, so it's a bit touch and go right now) and not a fucking thing has been done on the nursery.
We're so organized.
-H.
PS-many huge thanks to the Physics Geek, who gave the babies and I this book and this DVD. Both are hugely appreciated, as the book will help me figure out a pattern for them, and the DVD, well...I'm a well-known sucker for Christmas. Thank you, Geek. I love them both.
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Aaaawwww... the babies are gorgeous! No, I can't really see them, but got choked up anyway. Of course.
Posted by: pam at August 14, 2007 04:22 PM (l6NIn)
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One of each! Yay! I must have missed that earlier. That's really cool.
Keeping my fingers crossed over hear!
Good luck with the breathing, although I hear it is over-rated.
Posted by: RP at August 14, 2007 04:24 PM (op1yW)
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Hearing about all this twin stuff makes me wonder what my mom must have thought when she was carrying us. I was smaller than my brother by 1 ounce at birth, and am now smaller than my brother by about 150lbs. I think the girl being the smaller one is a good thing
Oh, and those ultrasounds look like Rorshach Tests to me too!
Posted by: geeky at August 14, 2007 04:40 PM (ziVl9)
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How cool is that ,that you can now start the baby albums before they're even born?
Posted by: Hannah at August 14, 2007 05:16 PM (lUH62)
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Your son, I can totally see him in the picture! Starting at the upper right (moving counter clockwise) follow the curve of his forehead around to the bridge of his nose and around to his upper lip. Below the nose is the curve of his closed left eye! You're looking down at him from above and to the left! He's SO beautiful!
Your daughter, is totally a rorschach test! LOL! Wish I could see her in the picture! We all know she'll look like you and be beautiful as well!
Posted by: Wicked at August 14, 2007 05:31 PM (58iIM)
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Beautiful babies! You aren't alone in not being able to make out the girl/boy bits. I absolutely couldn't tell when the ultrasound tech pointed them out to us. Could have been a dog for all we knew.
Posted by: Dotty at August 14, 2007 05:40 PM (KJE2B)
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well, they are adorable Rorshach tests, anyway.
Good luck getting the nursery started and hugs for Melissa and Jeff!
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 14, 2007 06:23 PM (/vgMZ)
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Ultrasound tech here to decipher! The girl is facing towards the viewer- not profile like the boy. The placenta is the solid grey covering the entire top 1/3 of the pic. Below the grey is a dark area in the center that looks kind of like a table- the right leg of the table is her right eye. Directly below that is a bright spot that looks like a 3- that is her nose (actually her nostrils). Directly to the left of the 3 is a slightly darker grey circle with an even darker circle inside- that is her mouth- perfect little rosebud lips! Above the 3 and below the 3 are her cheeks- very kissable already...
Her left eye is harder to see as it fades into the haze that is the dark area in the lower right side of the pic.The top of her head is on the right side of the pic about halfway down- her arm is over her forehead in this shot.
Very cute babes. I am so happy for you and your family!
Posted by: Jen-Again at August 14, 2007 06:34 PM (9sYS7)
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Honestly, I never really understood the whole "recovery time" deal in C-sections. I felt like crap for about 2 days, sore for about a week, and steadily fine until 2 weeks - then all better.
And this was after having worst pregnancy ever - 100 pound weight gain over 6 months, serious edema everywhere, stage 4 pre-enclampsia.
I ahem, enjoyed relations in the first two weeks without a problem. The scar area feels weird for about six weeks but thats because the uterus is still shrinking, so maybe that area feels weird anyway.
If you'd prefer a C, dont be afraid of the "recovery time" stuff. If your good at bouncing back from pain this is no exception.
I, too, would have issues with people's hand in my crotch all the livelong day, and turning, etc.
I didnt have to make a choice but Im glad I had a C. I had one at 21 and one at 36 and neither was bad.
Posted by: That Girl at August 14, 2007 06:39 PM (s5Uyz)
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I also meant to say that it's a great joke that one of the few times when you really REALLY need a drink youre not allowed to have one and that if a hospital can have a McDonalds in it it should have a bar also. Cause, c'mon, Hospitals! Most stressful places Evah!
Posted by: That Girl at August 14, 2007 06:42 PM (s5Uyz)
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That Girl, my mom always tells the story that when I was born (back in the old days) it was standard practice in the hospital to give mom a beer after delivery. Well, it was Wisconsin after all.
Posted by: Jennifer at August 14, 2007 07:09 PM (pNoCr)
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Oh my God! Jen-Again, when you describe it like that, I DO actually see it! I see it! I owe you HUGE! That's fantastic!
Um...does that mean in the other pic she has her mouth open? And looking a bit like Jack Skellington?
Posted by: Helen at August 14, 2007 07:33 PM (Qkigb)
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While not an ultrasound tech, I did become somewhat familiar with the fuzzy B&W images that supposedly were my children, and not the feeds from some old NASA footage. Boys can be tough to spot sometimes, as the little sack tends to not be so little in utero. However, there's one shot that will almost guarantee that you're having a man-child: when you catch the head of the weenie sticking out beyond the nutsack, much like a turtle sticking its head out of its shell. In fact, our tech called it the Turtle Shot. The girl we didn't find out until the doctor said "it's a ....". The surprise was pretty awesome for #2.
Your welcome on the gifts. If I can't throw you a baby shower in person, I can at least toss some loot your way for a distance celebration. I'm looking forward to seeing actual color photos of Helen Jr. and Angus Jr.
Posted by: physics geek at August 14, 2007 08:01 PM (MT22W)
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That Girl, it sounds like you had a MIRCULOUS c-section recovery. I earned myself six hours in the recovery room including post-partum hemorrhage, and EKG, and lots of "why in the hell is her heart racing and her O2 saturation in the toilet?" Followed by a blood transfusion (about 8 hours post-delivery), CT scan to check for internal bleeding (28 hours post-delivery), a paralytic ileus (starting about 26 hours post-delivery), an x-ray for which I was required to stand for a relatively long period (38ish hours post-delivery), and no solid food until about 48 hours post-delivery. I earned an extra day in the hospital (5 instead of the usual 4) because I couldn't get myself out of bed yet and my incision was still oozing quite a bit.
Which is to say, Helen, I think the recovery time of vaginal delivery vs. c-section is a perfectly valid thing to be thinking about. Also, "the longer they're in the better" is all well and good until, as you have pointed out, there's no more room in there. I think 36 weeks sounds lovely.
Posted by: Sarah at August 14, 2007 08:23 PM (EzvAx)
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My only twins experience is my mom's, but this is what happened. Twin 1 was head down and ready to go, like yours. He was delivered naturally. Twin 2 was transverse (lying across the top, side to side.) Twin 2's cord came out. Bad news! Knowing he had only seconds, the doctor reached in and pulled Twin 2 out, breaking his little arm in the process. Twin 2 came out not breathing. There were a few tense moments, whereupon my father began praying in a very loud voice, the baby cried, and all was well.
They both developed jaundice and stayed in the hospital about 8 days.
Incidentally, Twin 1 weighed 6 lb 11 oz and Twin 2 weighed 7 lb 2 oz. My poor mother!
Posted by: Julie at August 14, 2007 09:05 PM (XYi/s)
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I loved my ulstrasound techs because they labled everything for us. I did get better at deciphering them though with the second.
And That Girl I hear ya on recovering fast with c-sections. My first was 9lbs8ozs, and I was up on my feet fairly fast, and within a week every one was saying "I can't believe you had a c-section!". With my second, he weighed 8lbs7ozs, and although my incision was a little more tender (only 3 years had passed, and I had a lot of scar tissue), I still was on my feet and back to normal fairly fast. But hey, my body recovers from things pretty easily.
And I am still holding out for either a Oct. 2 or 14 birthdate-those are my kids, respectively.
Glad to hear all is well with the Lemonheads!I am getting so damn excited!!!
Posted by: Teresa at August 14, 2007 09:26 PM (RPr1f)
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So nice to have a tech explain, huh? When I had scans (you know, EONS ago) they were so fuzzy I'm amazed you could see anything. The technology has really improved... so amazing. Glad all is well, and if it is any consolation even moms carrying one start the "GET THIS KID OUTTA HERE" chant near the end. My first was premie, but the rest all came at least 3 weeks late and had to be started... ugh.
Hugs all around!
Posted by: sue at August 14, 2007 09:33 PM (WbfZD)
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You know my stance on c-sections. I wouldn't have traded my experience in for the world. Then again, I really have nothing to compare it to. My recovery time was relatively quick. The first few days were the most painful, and getting out of bed was a pain in the, well, abdomen, but it really does subside quickly. The only thing (and I'm going to say that this is the case with a vaginal birth too) is that you're still healing on the inside. But within a week I was feeling pretty good. So I don't think That Girl's recovery was miraculous. Things can go wrong in either scenario.
You'll pick which is the right decision for you guys. All of the nurses in the hospital all asked me if I had a birth plan. My standard answer was "to get him here healthy and to get out of this relatively unscathed." They all liked that answer.
Posted by: statia at August 14, 2007 11:19 PM (lHsKN)
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I'm stuck wondering why it's "prenatal" in the US, but "antenatal" in the UK.
On the vaginal delivery tho - those lil' guys are going to be little regardless, so seriously - I wouldn't let the fear of "stretching" be a decision-maker. For some reason, my fear of the episiotomy (sp?) was less than my fear of my entire belly being opened up to pull a baby out.
Not having had a c-section, but having recovered from a vaginal birth, I can tell you this - It just plain hurts either way. With a c-section, you have the incision to worry about. With vaginal birth, you potentially have an episiotomy, and everything just kinda aches for awhile. With both, you have your uterus contracting to get back to it's normal position. It's just not fun. It is, however, very worth it.
It's good that they think they can turn the girl baby around though. My niece was an odd breech - butt down with her legs spread, and for whatever reason, they didn't even try to turn her. As soon as they determined she hadn't moved, they scheduled the c-section.
Posted by: Tracy at August 15, 2007 02:09 AM (Iuy6d)
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Mmmm...after three babies, I still cannot look at an ultrasound and tell anything. Honestly, if I had to tell you, I'd say it looks like you have big tumors in your colon. Good thing I wasn't your tech...
As for the labor and delivery... I will tell you that we all worry about what we will do. Very rarely is it in one's control and the build up to the delivery, WANTING to control it, makes it worse. I speak from 100% control freak experience. Ulitmately... what will happen will happen and your doctor will call the shots. All you want are healthy babies. How it happens in the end is irrelevant. And I know that is really easy to say not being the one pregnant... really really easy.
And... say yes to drugs!!
There are no medals given out for drug free and I'm not a bigger person or better Mom for it. I was so stupid... (3rd go r-ound I did LOTS of drugs. Please sir, can I have some more?, was my philosophy.)
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I was reading in bed last night, curled on my side with my very attractive nursing pillow propping my shoulders up (nursing pillows are shaped like horseshoes and have a secondary feature which makes them rock-they go between the legs to try to keep you laying on your side. Somehow I wind up on my back anyway (insert joke here) but in general it's a good thing. Plus? Best. Reading. Pillow. Ever.) when I felt moisture on my arm. Wearily, I reached up to my face. If there's water flowing, chances are it's coming from my nose. I've suffered a whole lifetime of bloody noses anyway, pregnancy has simply made them worse (along with the tinnitus and back ache. Fun times, my friend. Fun times.) Only my nose was dry. I wasn't having a nosebleed. So I look up at the ceilling figuring we have a leak somewhere, only that's dry, too. I put my book down and start investigating.
I find where the water's coming from.
It's coming from my breasts.
My reaction was swift: HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I'M LACTATING.
That's right-my colostrum has come in.
Now, you might think that a pregnant chick finding a milk bar around her ribcage is a normal thing and, well, you'd be pretty well-versed on biology. But here's the thing - many, many years ago I had a radical breast reduction. They took my enormous fun bags from a DD to a B cup in one day. I was in the hospital for days, in bandages for weeks, I had hundreds of stitches and I lost 2/3 of my breasts. I had my nipples removed, re-sized (they were the size of teacups prior to the surgery. I know, that's so hot, isn't it?) and sewn back on. I have Frankennipples.
Frankennipples which I was told would never, ever produce milk ever because not only were the majority of the milk glands gone, but the nipples had been surgically removed. My little nubbins were re-sized on a stainless steel tray and then put back on (I know this, I even have a slight puckering on one of them where they pulled the stitches too tight). My Porsche-driving plastic surgeon breezily informed me that Hades would enjoy a light dusting of snowfall before I'd ever have breastmilk flowing from these babies.
So...what? The nipples sought company? They spontaneously grew ducts to the handful of milk glands I have left?
I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, where I'll ask if I am, indeed, a big heifer who's got her own dairy substitute coming out of the boobage or if I just have some kind of infection. I'm kinda' doubting I have an infection because 1) the breasts feel fine and 2) both of my breasts are leaking (admittedly one more than the other). But I'm shocked beyond compare-it's like finding out that you've spent your life walking on two legs because you were told you would never fly, and then discovering one evening that those things on your back, they're wings after all, so you have a choice of walking or flying after all.
Whose body is this?
I have to confess here that while I absolutely accept, understand and agree that breastfeeding is the best choice for baby and the healthiest option for both mom and baby, it's something I've never been a fan of. This is not me judging other women here, I think women that breastfeed are following their own personal choice and I applaud them. I also think people that get uptight about breastfeeding mothers in public are ridiculous-breasts are indeed a sexual object but they are also a nurturing object. Breastfeeding falls under that "nurturing" side of things, let's pack up the prudism here. I personally have never wanted to breastfeed, and I have spent nearly half my life believing that I couldn't, anyway, so nothing to dwell on.
But now maybe there is something to dwell on.
I discussed it with Angus last night-he's of the "it's best for baby" frame of mind, which makes me feel like one very rotten mom indeed. It is best for baby. But I don't want to do it. Truthfully, I doubt very much I'll be able to, anyway-I'm sure the limited amount of glands I have left won't feed one baby, let alone two.
But the real reason why I don't want to do it is because of the stress-I read so many things and hear from so many moms about the discomfort and stress that breastfeeding brings. I've seen blogs of heartbroken moms who can't understand why they don't make enough milk/make too much milk/get impacted ducts/get crusty nipples/have to spend their free time pumping/you name it. The stress seems to be absolutely enormous.
And I am already stressed to maximum fucking limits, even before I read this. Now, the pressure feels enormous.
Anyway, it's one of many things I'm handling here.
Yesterday I just didn't feel well. I felt off all day long and I never figured out why. The kidney infection rages on, despite the antibiotics I'm on. I don't know if or when the infection will ever leave but it's draining me horribly. I am trying to get renal scans booked and Foggy recommended stenting, which sounds horrible but at this point if it'll help I say we go for it.
From all the infection fun I lost 3 kilos (6.6 pounds), and although I've put on half a kilo since the hospital, I'm in my third trimester now, which for twins means that any weight gain I have now will be water weight. My stomach is squished and compacted so I can't eat much. The average recommended weight gain for twins is about 45 pounds. I've gained a grand total of 22 pounds. If the babies weren't so active all the time, I'd be more worried, but I'm definitely baking future athletes in there. Currently, my intestines are being used for football practice.
I cannot sleep. I get uncomfortable easily and I have to run to the toilet and squeeze whatever drops of horrible wee I can get from my battered bladder and ureter. I have looked longingly at the sleeping tablets in our bathroom cabinet and thought Well, I need to get the kids used to a Valley of the Dolls lifestyle sooner or later anyway. But I won't take sleeping tablets (no really, I won't-I may be desperate for sleep but it's not good for the babies and I'd rather not be Postcards From the Edge) and instead I just toss and turn. I am so tired you wouldn't believe it. That, and I get contractions. Contractions hurt. I am not a fan of the contractions.
So I'm tired and moody - last night had a round of me nearly wailing to Angus about how fucking unattractive and huge I feel. He was very sweet and told me that I am still very attractive and that yes, I am large, but the hugeness will disappear. I know there's a limit to how much of me wigging out he can take, though, so I need to try to handle things.
I'm sorry if I seem really complain-y on my blog lately. I'm not ungrateful that I get to be a mother, I'm really not, and I do truly love the two passengers I've not met yet. I confess I did think pregnancy would be easier than this, though. I knew that birthing part was hard and that there was great discomfort in the end, but I hadn't understood the exhaustion, the aching, the pains, the kicking, and above all the kidney infections. I thought pregnancy would be warm and glowy, a touchy-feely extravaganza and something where I would feel one with Angus and one with nature, the discomfort coming only during the last few weeks and during that messy birthing business.
I'll pause a moment here and wait for you experienced mothers and fathers to wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes.
In short-I have absolutely no control over my body right now. It's as mystifying as the reponse "Nothing," that men give when you ask them what they're thinking. It's all really fun here.
But at least I have backup if I run out of milk for my coffee.
-H.
PS-many huge thanks to Sophie, who sent an amazing mobile for the babies' wall. I love it, thank you so much.
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Well, if you do have milk, one option is to pump as much as you can and supplement with formula. It's sort of a compromise. It might be impossible with twins but I exclusively pumped for over 9 months, then I tailed it off and started supplementing. You can buy bras that leave your hands free while you pump the milk. There's even a battery pack so you can walk around with the pump.
It's not easy but it's an option if you really don't want to BF but you still want your babies have some breastmilk. It doesn't have to be all or nothing.
Posted by: paula at August 10, 2007 12:04 PM (FlZPw)
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Helen, I'm so sorry that your pregnancy is so tough on you. My wife, other than having to eat a case or two of Tums to combat the constant heartburn, actually enjoyed being pregnant. Regardless, you are in for something truly amazing: parenthood. You'lle laugh, cry and pull your hair out, all while you look back on the days when you used to sleep. And you will experience joy that couldn't have imagined. I'm looking forward to the first mommy post.
Posted by: physics geek at August 10, 2007 12:47 PM (MT22W)
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Your pregnancy is worse than each of the Super Model's were. You've had some unusual "things" occur AND you're having twins. Angel3 (who's been colicky for almost 3 weeks now) gave Mrs. Solomon a lot of discomfort, but nothing like what you're going through.
I agree nursing is best for babies, but with twins it's tough. Even if you had 2 fully functional "wells", I think I'd bottle feed. It allows others (not just Angus) to help feed them and alleviates a LOT of stress. I've said since Angel1 was born, "Nursing is the best kept secret" about having babies. We never heard 1 story about breast feeding gone bad...but apparently it does quite frequently. Kids not latching on right, moms not making enough milk or making too much, getting engorged, getting blisters,... I'm a huge fan of nursing, but with twins it seems impractical. If I had twins (as my sister-in-law did), I'd bottle feed from the get go and not think twice about it...ever. : )
Posted by: Solomon at August 10, 2007 01:15 PM (al5Ou)
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Having not been of the knocked up variety ever in my life, I don't assume to speak of how difficult it is. However, my sister and best friend was pregnant twice when we lived just five minutes apart. Her second pregnancy was in the "highly unpleasant" category, and yours sounds worse than hers. It's not a competition, and you don't sound ungrateful, you just sound like all pregnant women at this stage--ready to not be pregnant any more. Hang in there, dear. two little bundles of joy are at the end of this unpleasant journey.
Posted by: sophie at August 10, 2007 01:35 PM (AY+fk)
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Long ago when Gameboy was still actively abusing the inside of my uterus (and ribs, and bladder...) I felt the sting of the "how could you not breastfeed" barb. But, despite being too young to have a fucking clue, I stood my ground and actively chose not to breastfeed for a lot of reasons which aren't really all that important. What is important is the hindsight I have now; looking back at the stress, how unprepared I really was, how I can walk a dangerous line of mental stability - I know that NOT breastfeeding was the right thing for both of us. And I've never felt guilty since.
Good luck - whatever you decide to try.
Posted by: cursingmama at August 10, 2007 01:42 PM (PoQfr)
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I hope you don't think this is assvice. But what you can do to get that whole nurturing thing is simply feed them in just diapers while you and Angus are topless. You might also take your bra off while you bottle feed. Newborns need that skin-to-skin contact - who cares if they are eating from a bottle while they get it? We learned that in the hospital - the nurses reminded Jake to take his shirt off as much as possible when he held her, especially in those first couple of weeks. In the early days, you'll probably have to undress them down to their diapers to get them to wake up to eat anyway.
Posted by: donna at August 10, 2007 01:53 PM (Kco5r)
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Don't worry about the stress/sleepless study. No one has more trouble sleeping than my wife. No one. And our little doll has been fine. It takes decent amount of time to get the kids flipped (their day's and nights are backwards - I'm sure you've read that) - but once you do, itÂ’s just the nightly feedings that suck until they get beyond that...
At some point, these is a parental gene that kicks in or something and you don't even miss the sleep after a while.
Posted by: Clancy at August 10, 2007 01:54 PM (X+xFB)
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I am with you all the way! It is hard, and its not getting any better and I am only carrying one! You are kicking my ass with the weight gain, im 2 weeks ahead and up *gasp* 36 lbs! All the while working out and eating very well- its a dang joke! So I too feel like the borad side of a barn!
Anyway- I hope your infection clears up soon, its total BS that you have to deal with all of that on top of baking up the Lemonheads. I hate it for you.
My jaw dropped when I read your colosturm is in! I knew you were keen on breastfeeding but wondered how this could change your view. If it stays on your mind you could always keep the LH's on the bottle and "just" pump- see what your working with. Then if it is sucking the life right out of you, and or the supply isnt enough you ditch it and never think about it again. Sort of assvise there but just what I was thinking. Whatever you do the babe's will be perfect, so please do the ole' grain of salt here.
Hang in there my friend! The end, she IS near
Christina
Posted by: Christina at August 10, 2007 01:59 PM (FXxJ1)
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My apologies- that should have read "not keen on breastfeeding"
C
Posted by: Christina at August 10, 2007 02:00 PM (FXxJ1)
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Don't let anyone get to you about your parenting choices. Every mom and every baby is different. And the breastfeeding nazis are entirely too serious about it, at least in the States. I can't tell you how many of my friends have been bullied to tears right after the birth of their precious babies, over a decision not to breastfeed or an inability to do right the first time.
No assvice from me. There are plenty of good suggestions here already, and I'm certain whatever you and A decide is best will be best.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 10, 2007 02:29 PM (qPLLC)
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I didn't breastfeed either, but wish I had only for the immunity it gives the baby. Maybe you could pump for the colostrum and freeze it, that's the good stuff. And then use formula, because then you know how much they are getting and how good it is, (my reason for not breastfeeding in a nutshell). And feeling out of control of your body? Exactly what I didn't like about being pregnant....hang in there, not so much longer now!
Posted by: Donna at August 10, 2007 03:06 PM (8Rxfr)
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So sorry you're having a rough go of it with the pregnancy. Understandable that you'd thought it would be easier - who really knows what it's like (with the zillions of variables) until they're immersed in it. And the kidney thing is an unexpected wrinkle that most women don' have to face.
As for the breastfeeding, completely a personal decision. I didn't find it stressful at all (drink lots of water, get the nurses' help, hope for the best). In fact, whenever I wasn't sure whether to continue with it, I weighed the options of sterilizing bottles/mixing formula/getting the right temperature/cleaning up with whipping out my boob. Boob won.
Posted by: loribo at August 10, 2007 03:22 PM (MY7JG)
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I remember being pregnant and waddling into the store my mother in law works in. Instead of telling me I looked great (even though I knew I looked like shit) she told Emma, "pregnancy must not agree with Mommy!" She would bring this up several more times because making me feel like shit makes her feel wonderful.
I had the opposite reaction to the whole breastfeeding thing. I breastfed Emma and no one really said anything except for my brother who would rather not know that boobs were really for feeding kids instead of fun bags for himt o play with.
After I had Abby I nursed her as I had planned on doing. It wasn't easy (it was easy with Emma .. she loved the boob) and I was in seeing a LC all of the time. After a little bit my mother in law (yeah, her again) looked at me disgusted and asked when I was going to finally "give that baby a bottle?!"
I nursed Abby and refused to pump just to keep that woman away from her for as long as I could. Yes, I am evil, but so is she.
No one really tells you that pregnancy is hard. Those who are going through fertility treatments feel like they can't complain about the aches and pains because they are damn lucky to be there in the first place. There are so very few people who have the happy glowing pregnancy thing but that's what we all wish it was like. Mother Earth creating life ... blah blah blah
As for you and breastfeeding.... don't beat yourself up. It's hard enough nursing ONE baby, I'd imagine it would be damn near impossible to do two. You could always try pumping - although you will end up feeling like a dairy cow and will start mooing when you hear the whoosh-whoosh of the pump. You need to do what's best for you and the Lemonheads. If you're completely shattered, they're going to feel it too.
You could always feed them someone else's breastmilk. *ducks*
Posted by: Michele at August 10, 2007 04:08 PM (H4SV7)
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do what makes you comfortable and gives you the least amount of stress. you already know the pros and cons of it all.
hang in there just a little while longer.
btw, on my appt tues, the nurse mentioned that i should get a nursing bra because i could start leaking at any point. i wasn't expecting that at all - not at this point (27 w today). and now i keep wondering about it. obsess much?
Posted by: becky at August 10, 2007 04:48 PM (jv5jW)
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I think the whole "not having control of your body" is to prepare you for not having control of ANYTHING once they're amongst you. At least, I think that's what my four have taught me. "Hah! You make plans! We change them!" (Which is really hard, when you're a Type-A, planner, list-maker, somewhat OC anal-retentive freak like me.)
On the breastfeeding, if it's even an issue...I did enjoy that with my oldest, but only for 3 months, and it WAS pretty painful (frozen peas in the bra painful- seriously). You will know if it's right for you.
My sis-in-law had the problem with not producing enough milk for her son, and it was excruciating for her. BUT - once she came to grips with it, and decided she'd give him what she could, and supplement formula for the rest.
I dunno - my brothers and i were all fed formula, since that was what was "done" at the time, and we're all fine. So? Obviously, whatever feels right for you and Angus.
Posted by: Tracy at August 10, 2007 06:32 PM (zv3bS)
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I've had both experiences, good breastfeeding and bad. My first was bad. I decided I would NEVER do that again. 8 years later, I had another, I tried it again and it was GREAT! The milk is free, you don't have to warm bottles and all that stuff.
So, every baby is different, you won't know until you try. Even if you don't try, so WHAT, you are the momma, you get to decide!
But, go out and buy the bra and breast pads! Nothing is worse than going to the grocery store, looking down and having two round wet marks surrounding your boobs! Embarrassing to say the least!
grace
Posted by: grace at August 10, 2007 07:09 PM (yJz+h)
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Mmmmmmmmmm nipples the size of teacups, yummy.
Sorry, couldn't help it. Too much python as a child I guess.
Posted by: Dirty Old Man at August 10, 2007 08:21 PM (WzwJX)
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Everything you're going through is why I get so pissed off when people say to a woman who *doesn't* want to be pregnant, "oh just have it and adopt it out! What's the big deal?"
Really easy to say when it's somebody else's body and not yours that has to go through all this.
Not saying it isn't worth it; it is. But I get highly irked at the dismissive attitude some people have about adoption vs. abortion. It's not like popping out a puppy in two months, for god's sake. Pregnancy can be great but it can be harrowing and painful and scary, too.
As for breast feeding, there is another reason to do it, if you can. Not trying to talk you into it because frankly, as far as the baby goes...I don't think it matters much. Much of my generation was bottle fed; I don't see that we're LACKING in some way compared to previous or latter generations.
Well, except for that moron in the White House.
But breast feeding, the reason I'd do it again even if it didn't matter one way or the other about the baby's health, is...
Well, it just feels good to do.
Physically yummy. Sure, like anything else, it takes practice. And not all women like it like I did and I get that and maybe you won't either.
But I friggin' loved it. It's not a *sexual* feeling, exactly, because I didn't get turned on or anything (EW EW EW!) And it's not like getting a massage either; frankly, it's not like anything else I've ever done before or since.
It's just...it's different, it's a feeling all on its own. There should be a word all its own for that feeling of breast feeding. Dunno..."soothnice?" Yeah, soothnice.
It's very soothnice.
Until they get their teeth in. HA!
You know, you can always try it and then stop and switch to a bottle if it doesn't work out. Nothing to stop you from doing that.
Posted by: The other Amber at August 10, 2007 09:49 PM (zQE5D)
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If you can actually breastfeed, then give it a try, just to see .... You might be surprised by how it goes. It's not easy, it can be painful (it was for one child, not for the other, in my case) but really? besides the "soothnice"? it's free. You don't warm up bottles. You barely wake up. You do have to drink a lot of liquid: juice, water, water, more juice, milk if you can stand it (I can't) etc etc.
As for the aches and pains, some pregnancies are all about Earth Mother and the growing flower of the future in your womb. Fab. Others are about Get the Thing(s) out of there, now! Sorry it's not been easy for you, but at the end, you will have babies. Their presence will erase the difficulties...most of the time. Sometimes. Okay, once in a while you will forget that you ever suffered for their existence.
I promise that your life will regain a sense of normalcy. It won't be what you thought of normal before you became pregnant, and it won't be what you expect, but you and your family will find your normal.
Posted by: Hilary at August 11, 2007 12:18 AM (AZf6B)
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My mother was an experienced breastfeeder and she was only able to nurse her twins for 5 months. Every picture of her from that time shows an extremely exhausted woman. While I think it's amazing that you're actually producing milk, and I'm very pro-breastfeeding, I think you need to go with your gut on this one.
Posted by: Julie at August 11, 2007 12:47 AM (Dfmwo)
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Two things: Your colostrum is unexpectedly in? My thought is, "Wow, the human body can do some amazing things, can't it?" I guess yours decided that if this were the size your breasts were going to be, fine, but it was damned well going to make them work.
The second is that I've known two people to have twins in the last couple of years. Neither one had an easy pregnancy (one had the babies so scarily premature that we didn't expect them to live), and both mothers, a year or more along, have two healthy babies. Incidentally, for preemies, they will often chart development from the full-term date up until the age of two or thereabouts. So consider this a stress-soothing mantra: Mothers of twins often have a horrendous time, and you are doing just fine. And so will the Lemonheadds.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 11, 2007 01:09 AM (tie24)
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Breastmilk is best. Then again, so is having parents who are millionaires. Just do what you can, OK?
Whatever you decide will be fine. Or if it's not, you can refer them to a good therapist later, right? *lol*
In the end, the kids will be born, and I preesume you'll feed them something while they're living with you over the next 18-30 years--though I hope they'll be moved out closer to 18 than 30! As you may have noticed, lots of kids have grown up without being breastfed, many of whom have gone on to lead normal lives.
Try to relax as nuch as you can now. There's plenty of stress ahead :-D
Posted by: ~Easy at August 11, 2007 06:35 AM (9IjmR)
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the Frankennipples are lactating?!?
Breast feed or bottle feed, your choice dear - but you MUST call Ripley's Believe It Or Not!
Posted by: Dawn-by-Uwajimaya at August 11, 2007 07:42 AM (7iVbK)
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you're not the only person to not be thrilled with the idea of breastfeeding. i felt the same way that you described in the other entry you linked to. ultimately i did try it with all three of my children and had different results with each. one was a complete failure, one took to it with no problems and with the other i struggled to express milk for him so that he was still getting the good stuff even though i couldn't get him to latch on. in the end all of them ended up being bottle fed. but you just have to make the best choices you can make at the time you have to make them. only you are going to know whether or not your breasts have enough functionality left to do the job, whether you can manage it with twins yourself and whether or not you can get over your ick-factor and want to do it.. and you need to want to do it for it to be successful. with no other factors to consider, breastmilk is unquestionably a better food for babies than formula. but there ARE other factors and the thing that is even better for babies than breastmilk is a happy mother. so whatever combination of breast and/or bottle makes you happy is what is best for YOUR babies.
Posted by: jade at August 11, 2007 11:22 AM (j1SEh)
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I only have second hand knowledge, but when my friend had her twins, she initially went the breastfeeding route, but it just didn't work for her. The nurturing feeling that she wanted was tough to come by when she was holding them both like footballs for them to be able to nurse at the same time (neither was too keen to wait). Not especially warm and cuddly. Because of that, and several other issues, the whole prospect was just very stressful for her, and she switched to bottles after a month or so with no issues.
My sister breastfed her first two and bottle fed her third. The first two ended up with more minor health issues than the third. So, in the end, go with your gut. Whatever you choose, it will be just fine.
Posted by: Sarah at August 11, 2007 12:53 PM (F0r2B)
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I second, word for word, what CalTechGirl said.
You do what's best for you.
Posted by: Margi at August 11, 2007 07:29 PM (epxxy)
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Caltechgirl is right-it is so out of control here in the states, this push for breastfeeding. Loving your kids and doing what you are
able to for them, isn't that what is most important? Besides, if momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy-so do what is best for you. I didn't breastfeed my kids-sure my son has allergies, but so does my dad and he was breastfed. And my daughter? Healthy as a fucking horse. No ear infections either, that one (my son had one, when he had viral meningitis at 5 weeks, but that was the hospitals fault for not giving me my meds when I went into labor-I was strep B positive).
By the way, I have a UTI. I have not had one since I was eight. Freaky coincidence?
Posted by: Teresa at August 11, 2007 08:30 PM (rfkrl)
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There is one thing that is better for babies than breast milk: sane parents. And if you truly feel that the best thing for your sanity is to formula-feed, then do it.
Paula suggests pumping, and this is a viable option, but let me tell you that pumping and bottle feeding can be EXTREMELY crazy-making. I did it for 15 months... for about two of those (months 4 and 5 for those keeping score at home) I also tried to nurse the munchkin. I lost my fucking mind, I seriously did.
So... do what you feel is best. And remember that while all breastmilk is awesome, colostrum is the bestest thing EVER for newborns, so maybe even just nursing/pumping so that they can get the colostrum would be a good balance for you.
(And yeah, the colostrum thing is freakyweird, isn't it? I started dripping just a little bit at about 24 weeks...)
Posted by: Sarah at August 12, 2007 03:39 PM (EzvAx)
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I didn't read most of the comments, so sorry if I repeat others. I am one of those that breastfeeding was the most stressful thing I have ever tried to do. When it works it is great - when it doesn't... I supplemented with formula and I pumped too. Pumping is worst than having people stick their arm up you to check your cervix, it put me in the worst mood. It was the one time I wouldnt let my husband see wht was going on! I couldnt even imagine trying to do it with twins - if you do change your mind I would say to make sure to get a nanny to help you. If you feel your body isnt your own right now and want to continue that experience give breastfeeding a try. But will I try to do it again next time? Yup - I am hopeful that my next kid and I can get it together!
Posted by: sara at August 13, 2007 03:47 AM (QKW+c)
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I tried with two of my four to breast feed (the first was a premie and my milk hadn't even come in yet and the last I didn't even try.) I'd had such lousy luck with one thing and another (small nipples, babies wouldn't latch on, etc.) that I just decided with the last one it wasn't worth the stress of trying. I have tons of respect for those moms who can do it, but have equal respect for the ones who recognize they can't or don't want to. The important thing isn't in the details, it's that you love them and will do what YOU feel comfortable with and is right for you.
Posted by: sue at August 13, 2007 02:31 PM (WbfZD)
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I was only able to breastfeed for six weeks with each of my three kids. After that, they were too hungry and I didn't produce enough milk. But it is best for the baby and it gives them a lot of protection from germs and stuff, plus it's free!
Posted by: kenju at August 14, 2007 03:28 AM (TiGru)
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Big Hugs.
Im glad you finally get to experience it from the "other side" so to speak. There will be a lot more as the years march on. When you realize that, yes, you will use bribery and yes, you will have bad days when you say things you dont mean.
It's all good. You've studied yourself enough to become this awesome person - you will do a great job!
Posted by: That Girl at August 14, 2007 06:30 PM (s5Uyz)
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August 09, 2007
My Dirty Little Secret
It's a bright sunny day outside (finally!) and Melissa's curled up on the couch, watching the end of
Braveheart. Angus is upstairs doing some work, but my email is being uncooperative and the VPN isn't letting me log in for long.
And I am not feeling very well at all today.
Something else has been eating me up inside as well, and I haven't really found a good way of saying what it is, so I'm just going to blurt it all out in a Ramona the Pest kind of way and let what happens happen.
For a long, long time I've had problems with secrets. I've made no secret here that, surprisingly, I'm a very private person in my real life. People in my real life have no idea about any of my past, really, and very little insight into any details of who I am. I like it like that. I've never been fond of people getting too close to me, of people learning the ins and outs of what makes me tick. It's too personal, it's too near. I wallow in my secrets.
As time (and therapy) have progressed, I stripped myself of one of my former pasttimes, which was lying to people. I'd make something up before I'd let someone get to know me, I was always conscious of the act at the time but I was never able to stop myself. These days I don't lie to people. I don't volunteer information, but I'm happy to listen to people talk about themselves, my colleagues. My "real life" friends and acquaintances and Angus' family would probably tell you I'm a good listener, but if pressed they'd maybe admit they don't know so much about me.
And I'm ok with that.
One thing I've learned about myself is that I had no boundaries. None at all. The every detail and splash of my life was something I had to reveal to my family. And by family, I mean mother and sister. My sister is someone I don't think twice about anymore, she's not a part of my life at all now and never, ever will be again. My mother, on the other hand, is a presence I'm trying to reckon with.
In my family secrets were not ok. The details had to be attended to. My mother had to know, she had to know everything. Once I moved out if I didn't speak to her on the phone every few days the angry phone calls would start. Opinions were issued on everything. If I did not listen to opinions, it would be bad.
And it never occurred to me to be any different, that people had to have space. My mother, she was a good mother in many areas, she raised us and sacrificed and did the best she could and above all, she loved us. But she also made a lot of mistakes, as mothers do, as people do. I made mistakes, too, I know that, but some part of me tugs and whispers that I was the kid in this. I couldn't have known better.
I never had any secrets.
I was never allowed to have any secrets but the family's. You never talked about what was going on with the family, not with anyone, not ever. I still remember when I kicked off seeing a therapist, my mother admonishing me that I was never to talk about her. That all of the things that I was so fucked up about had to do with my adult life, nothing came from my childhood. That it didn't matter how profoundly broken I felt I was, every crack and split came from me alone, and in talking about me I was never, ever to talk about her or the family.
I was so screwed up that after attempting suicide, I wouldn't talk about my past unless my therapist could prove to me that he wasn't tape recording our conversations and sending them to my mother. I made him swear to me that he wasn't emailing her every single thing I said. Once I even checked behind pictures hung on the wall. I fell way on the other side of the batshit crazy fence, I took paranoia to a whole new level.
But I had a reason, see.
I was never allowed to have any secrets from my mother in my life.
I had to tell her everything.
My diary was read.
On at least one occasion, a letter I was posting to a friend was opened and read. In it, I talked about the family. I got some things in it wrong, but it didn't matter-I had broken the code of silence. I got the shit knocked out of me for that one.
I learned my lesson though.
I became a vault, a walled garden, something welded shut so tightly you couldn't have pried things out of me if you tried. Things went in and never went out again. I became a habitual liar, all the while hoping someone would call me on my shit, hoping someone would see through it all and make me sit down and try to string a sequence of anything remotely coherent out of me. My 8mm memory flapped and hid behind moldy walls and my soul stunk of mildew. If I didn't make any secrets I wouldn't have to know that I couldn't have any. I never talked about my feelings because it would come back to haunt me, my thoughts were mistakes I would pay for again and again and again.
You can't keep things from her.
It's not ok.
And it's all just the way it was, you see. This is how life was. I had no secrets and I had no voice and I got everything wrong all the time.
But once I started having secrets and not telling her everything, it all blew up. Someone told me that I didn't need her approval on everything. I told someone that she shouted at me on the phone and told me how disappointed she was in me not telling her everything. This person replied, "Why didn't you tell her how disappointed you are in her?" And it was a shock-I couldn't talk like that. It would be bad. I would pay. I couldn't say that...could I? Well...why couldn't I?
And so I did.
We don't talk now, but she's out there. She's still circling my life, reading it, trying to manage the ticking bomb that is me. I love her very much and I always will, but she can't know everything about me always, that's not how life works. I can't run my every option by her for her say, I can't be an open book when I've had to be one all my life. I don't want to make her out to be an ogre but right now I feel so hugely, incredibly angry that it's spilling over into my real life. Combine my anger with my hormones and my incredible, huge fears that I will make the same mistakes raising my children as mothers before me made, and it's spilling out the seams.
When I started a new blog to write about my infertility, I tried to be anonymous. I tried to hide. I naively thought I'd be able to be free, although a part of me always knew she'd find me.
And she did.
She and my sister both did. They had to know, you see. They had to keep tabs, they had to judge. They had to be included, even when I was clear that absolutely no one in my real life, apart from Angus, would have access to that site. They couldn't let me have my diary to myself, they couldn't let me write an unopened letter. I'm now hyper-conscious of the fact that they're reading, I want to write everything out but I can't because they're here. It's even affecting how I write about my pregnancy and what happens afterwards-I may want to post baby pictures, but it makes me angry to know that they get included in the baby pictures when I don't feel comfortable with it.
And the ridiculous thing is, I write anonymously. No one knows my family. No one knows who they are or what they look like or where they live. They could be anyone. I am no one. But still I am bound and gagged.
Quiet words from quiet people have told me more about some things that have transpired in the background, things which outrage me so severely that my anger is becoming too great a ball for me to handle. These things are so massive and monstrous I can't even believe they're real, but they are. These sins are bigger than childhood diaries being read and sealed letters being opeend. They took the lines you crossed and made whole earthquakes out of the latest.
And now I do have a secret, which I am blowing out of the water today.
I'm not a good person. I'm really not. If you knew how I currently feel you'd think I was a bad person, too. Because I'm so violently, viciously angry with the latest invasion of privacy that I want to make my mother cry. Good, decent people don't want to make their mother cry. I want to hurt her feelings like she's hurt mine. I want her to know that I think I'm owed an apology this time. For all the times before, for all the invasions and fuck-ups and mistakes, I don't care about those, I'll deal with that myself. But now, finally, I've had enough. I've made mistakes and I get reminded of them but I apologized for them again and again, to the point where Angus tells me I'm the most apologetic person he knows.
But not this time.
She went too far.
The site being found and the things I have learnt since then...it's too much for me.
I love you very much, mom and I always will. You're not a bad person. But I'm not either. And I can let you in my life but I need to have a say in how far you get to go. I have to have boundaries. I have to have privacy.
I don't forgive you, which is ironic since you're not asking forgiveness and for as long as I've known you, you've never once said you're sorry to me, not once. I'm sure there's plenty you don't forgive me about. I'm the bad child. I always was and always will be.
This is in the public space because it's too big for me to hold inside anymore, and since we're not talking anyway and I know you're reading here, this should find you. Not like it will make any difference. It's all my fault you think, and maybe it is. Maybe everything is all my fault. I'm the perennial bad guy and it fits and it's ok, but I'm sick of it all, so sick it makes my heart bleed.
Enough.
-H.
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August 08, 2007
Macaroni and Cheese Theory
As I've blogged before I have a completely pointless Bachelor's Degree in anthropology. I loved my courses but there's nothing less useful in the real world than the ability to recite the names and reigns of all of the Egyptian pharoahs or the origins of the australopithecines. Cool to study and it means you can go to class in your boxer shorts and be considered bohemian, but not so practical if you want to make enough money to eat.
I've long been interested in biological anthropology (termed "the study of the monkeys", it always makes me think of going to the zoo and watching them swing on a tire swing) and the link to human behavior. To this point, my papers and my research tended to be along the lines of biological imperatives and human socialization, or "why we can blame genetics for how we act", which is always a fun game and often involves the use of hand puppets. In other words, I was the poster child for "get a life".
Stay with me here-I do have a point.
One of the studies that I loved doing, besides gender studies, is the understanding of monogamy and romantic emotion in humans. You could argue that this is also tied with gender and I would tend to agree with you, but I find it very, very interesting that the whole notion of romance, sex, love, and marriage is perhaps an evolved form of our australopithecine ancestors picking lice off of each other. Besides, I hate lice, so anything that gets the little bastards off the planet is ok with me.
I recently bought a book by an author named Dan Savage called The Commitment. I bought it because I had read Savage's The Kid and loved it, I had never heard of him but it appears he's a sex advice columnist in the States, and he makes me laugh, which I sorely need these days. The Kid was about Savage and his boyfriend adopting a child and about the angles of gays adopting (which I am pro.) The Commitment is about gay marriage (which I am also pro), the debate about gay marriage, and if he and his boyfriend should get married.
This post isn't to debate views on gay rights, gay adoption or gay marriage.
This post is about the chapter I read last night.
This post is about monogamy.
In all of my pencil-chewing library studies in college, the one clear thing I kept seeing was that human beings are not by nature monogamous. It's not in the best interest of the species, actually-the males shouldn't spread so much as spray their seed in order to ensure their lines survive, and the females should choose the fittest of the species to try to ensure survivaly. But all of this is if we really were acting like the monkeys, and I'd like to think that although we share 99% of the same DNA as the bonobo, we don't need to go about flinging our feces and acting like them.
Monogamy is a social construct that we have placed on ourselves by really fun things like religion, society, tradition, and our neighbors frowning upon not being monogamous. Human beings, like our good buddies the monkeys, are actually programmed for one thing-reproduction. We're biologically coded to spend time making baby Us so that the baby Us can inherit the world and actually continue in it. Of course, in our modern iPod, airplane flying, overpopulated, no more Yangtze River Dolphin society, we don't really need to breed to survive. Now the only thing we need to survive is a high thread count sheet and the ability for the weatherman to tell us what's going to be outside our window in the morning.
The studies I did also used to state that monogamy is harder for men than women. In general, I would agree with that, but use it in an argument with me of why you tripped and your dick fell into someone else and chances are I'm going to come unglued in a very big way. I may agree with your biological imperative to spread your little soldiers, but there's such a thing as willpower, buddy. Try it on. I also actually think that women sometimes need a physical representation of "Wow, I find you hot" to make them feel good. It's not just men that feel the need to get physical, only men sleeping around are "just being men". Women sleeping around are "whores". Show me a guy who's slept with 100 women and I'll show you an NBA star who is idolized. Show me a woman who's slept with 100 men and I'll show you their porn star credentials. It's a nice double-standard.
The reason I agree with the idea that men find monogamy harder is simple - in general studies, men find the idea of their partner having sex with someone else to be more disturbing than the idea of their partner falling in love with someone else. For men, the "biological imperative" is stronger in that, from the monkey point of view, they need to know the progeny that springs forth from the loins of their beloved is their own. That, and I think men get more obsessed with the "Was he better than me?" worry than women do.
With women, it's the opposite-we tend to get more wildly upset if our boys fall in love than get pissed out of their heads and shag someone. This is not to say that we're not upset if you sleep with someone else, but there are degrees of hurt. True, this isn't for everyone. But overall, the idea of our partner betraying us on a one-off is much harder to take than knowing our partner betrayed us due to some perceived emotional deficiency that may have been brewing in our relationship. Both types of cheating hurt like hell. Maybe one of them is much harder to live with than the other.
But I actually feel the way the study says.
Say Angus were to sleep with another woman. Let's pretend he had a work do in another city and he and his workmates went drinking (which is what happens when one has work dos in over cities) and he picked up a chick in a drunken state of mind and slept with her. The next morning, in that typical Catholic-like fit of remorse (which feels a lot like a hangover and is, in fact, often combined with one) he calls me and apologetically tells me the whole thing. Sordid details to emerge at a later time, because at that time in the morning I'd have a hard time hearing about the ins and outs of the evening (no pun intended). Then, once he arrived home shame-faced and we sat across the kitchen table while he poured his heart and soul out and begged forgiveness, well...depending on the circumstances, he'd probably get it (but talk about the making up that would be needed). Not because I feel it's his "biological imperative" to sleep around, but because he came clean. Because I've been on those business trips where the booze is flowing and someone's making your ego feel good. Because I do actually know that sometimes when cheating happens, it's not because of the person that you love not being there, it's in spite of it. I'm not excusing the cads of the world out there, and I'm not saying it's ok, but I am saying that I understand how the circumstances can be.
That, and because of my Macaroni and Cheese Theory.
While I love macaroni and cheese with all of my heart and soul, I don't want it every day for the rest of my life. Along the same lines, I think that the idea of having sex with the same person for the rest of your life makes one think "Hmmmm....I wonder where I can get some fish and chips around here." You may love macaroni and cheese, but it doesn't mean it's all you want from now until death you do part. Whenever I find people that say "No way. I love macaroni and cheese. It's never even once crossed my mind ever to think of anything else, not once. Never. Uh-uh. Where's my fork?" I think: Either you're not being honest with yourself, or you don't get out much.
I think it's human nature to wonder about other people. Whether or not you act on it has to do with your social constructs (I'm married and cheating is wrong), your values (God/society tells me cheating is wrong), your relationship (nothing is worth hurting my partner) and even opportunity (working as a groundskeeper in this monastery sure sucks). But naughty thoughts, well, there's no stopping those. I love Angus madly and I think he's the best lover ever, but I'd be lying if I said I never fantastized about someone else and never wondered what someone new would be like in bed. But I talk to him about these things and together we keep it honest. I'm not excusing people that do have affairs because they have a responsibility to their partners, and that responsibility entails being honest, discussing things, and keeping their johnson in their shorts/their legs closed if that's what they know is important to their partners.
But that's "just" sex. And I'm not saying that finding out he'd slept with someone else wouldn't bother me at all because it certainly would. But what would bother me much, much more was finding out he had a strong emotional and romantic attachment to someone else. If he was going out of his way to send kind or loving emails, texts, or gifts I'd really come unhinged. Why? Because the way I see it is this-sleeping with someone is a fuck up. All it takes is alcohol and a sudden dearth of willpower. Romancing someone takes effort. You have to want to spend time with someone to work that hard. You have to want another person to feel good. Feeling good takes time whereas an orgasm takes 15 seconds. It's all about the investment case here. And forgive me for being very female and bitchy about this one, but as far as I see it, I should be enough of a needy, loving, worthy woman that I take up all the resources for romance. You should be so busy ensuring I get the loving emails, texts, and sentiments that you don't have the time or the inclination to give them to someone else.
Maybe that's selfish.
I'm ok with that.
Dan Savage states in this chapter that he and his boyfriend have a way of working to handle "extracurricular activities", which rang a bell because Angus and I have exactly the same thing. We're grown-ups with a complicated relationship history, and we knew going into this that we'd have to be honest with each other or we'd face the same problems our relationships had in the past. We both agree that monogamy is a hard goddamn game to play, and that at points in our lives there will be opportunities. Because we're pretty matter of fact about it, we agreed our own way of working, whereby we would handle situations as they came up. We tend to be brutally honest when it comes to some areas of our lives. This is one of them. We both love macaroni and cheese, but an all-you-can-eat Alaskan snow crab buffet can be pretty fucking tempting.
It doesn't hurt my feelings if Angus were to tell me that someone fancies him. In fact, I think it's kinda' cute and makes me think: Someone finds him hot and I own him, how cool is that? It also doesn't hurt my feelings if he tells me he saw a hot chick today, because he's not saying he doesn't find me hot, he's saying he found another person attractive, too (although with me currently feeling like something that winds up washed up and beached on shorelines, he should tread carefully in this area just now.)
One area where I am a stickler (and Angus is a stickler in return) is this-if Angus ever did act on an opportunity, I'd better know about it. Pronto. Because I've been the Chick Who Was Cheated On by previous partners (three times, actually, although I can only prove two times.) In those situations, I didn't want to know about the affairs, I turned a blind eye. But in those situations, I also didn't love and invest as much into the relationship as I have done here. There is no room for looking the other way and covering up in my relationship with Angus. Things get dealt with, or they fester and ooze. This would extend to if he ever did sleep with someone.
Being cheated on hurts like a sonofabitch. I've been cheated on. I've also cheated as a knee-jerk response to being messed around with, which honestly makes me no better. If you've been cheated on you also know how unbearable it can feel. Relationships have rules and those rules need to be followed, or else people can get hurt in ways that one cannot imagine. I'm not excusing partners that fuck up or saying that it's ok that they do this. I'm just saying that in some situations I can understand some of the background to how it happens, which is not the same thing as saying "Sure, go and follow your biological male imperative! Wheeee! Isn't it fun? Go ahead and sleep with a beautiful thin 20-something with a flat navel-ringed stomach and a bedroom routine that makes Jenna Jameson look like an amateur! I don't mind, it's your genetic coding talking here!"
Relax-I'm writing about this only because I read a chapter about it last night, not because it's something I'm facing in my real life. Angus isn't about to go sleep with someone on a business trip. Or he'd better not do because I'm one of those pregnant chicks that drew the "very horny" straw which means I want some all the time, although with various health issues we haven't been having any. That and I'm currently feeling so insecure I make Glenn Close's character in Fatal Attraction look like a pillar of stability, so I currently need so much reassurance I imagine Angus is too tired to even swivel his head 90 degrees to look at someone else.
But monogamy, it makes me think. Maybe your relationship works differently, maybe I'm too cyncial, I dunno. I just understand when I read the sentiment "Monogamy is hard". Because for some it is.
And now I want macaroni and cheese.
-H.
PS-first, we're in the flood zone (but we didn't get flooded.) Now, we're in the surveillance zone for foot and mouth. It's literally in our backyard, as one of the farms on our lane is sealed off. Last year we had draught. This year floods. Now cattle are being slaughtered. I'm wondering if I should take a hint here.
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Brilliant. And you say yorr degree has no practical us. Seems to me you just proved the value. If more people had your background the world would be a amuch better place.
You discussion of the "sperm are cheap, eggas are dear" construct is one ofthe best I have ever read.
Congrats.
Posted by: Foggy at August 08, 2007 10:44 AM (ar1QF)
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Your "Mac & Cheese" theory is exactly why marriage scares the bejesus out of me.
Although I agree that my partner falling madly in love with someone else would hurt more than getting drunk and screwing someone- I'm not that forgiving. I'd like to think I would be, but I'm not, this I've learned from past experiences. I'm not that good at giving people a second chance to hurt me, although in the right relationship (that may be a paradox, b/c if this was so right...how did things go so wrong) I might be willing to try again, but you better be prepared for my "who was that" quesitons until I get over it.
Getting your ego stroked, well that's acceptable, and I think it's adorable when HE is smiling because of it. I typically "pick" on him...in the grade school type of "ooh...she's got a crush on you". I think that's good for everyone, as long as that's all it is.
Posted by: Angela at August 08, 2007 11:28 AM (DGWM7)
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Dan Savage is one of my heroes. You can read his weekly column here: http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=279238
Posted by: Gwyneth at August 08, 2007 12:18 PM (ujvNt)
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I love when you take on these controversial issues! I'm an anthropology major myself, so I can appreciate where you are coming from. Great work, loved this post.
Posted by: Heather at August 08, 2007 12:50 PM (s0rhn)
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I love being married. I adore and lust after my husband, even 12 years later. Does that mean I don't fantasize about others once in a while? Of course not, and I hope to hell he does sometimes too-I would be more concerned if he didn't. But yeah-if it ever did happen to either of us? The beans better be spilt.
I remember in a sociology class discussing how most women would rather have their husbands sleep with a prostitute if they were going to cheat-at least that way there was no emotional commitment. Although I don't want my hubby's business being boughy by anyone else-paid for or not-I get it. Emotional betrayal would be much harder to forgive then physical, for all the reasons you stated.
I once told my hubby that I didn't ever worry about him straying-I told him he was pretty lazy and barely had the engery to woo me with loving notes, sweet nothings, and the like(and if I do say so myself, I am pretty cheap and easy to please), and there was no way in hell he could take on another lover (even physically). He agreed, and we laughed. Maybe that is why we work so well.
Posted by: Teresa at August 08, 2007 01:54 PM (BD8Ml)
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I might wait and see if you have a plague of locusts. That might tell the tale...LOL
In my 43 yrs. of marriage, both mr. kenju and I have had numerous "offers" to cheat. The thought of going against my vows sickens me, so I couldn't imagine doing it. I would feel so awful afterwards.
Posted by: kenju at August 08, 2007 02:21 PM (DBvE5)
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This is a topic of conversation that has interested me a great deal. I've been cheated on in the past and there are bits that still sting - it was both emotional and sexual.
Anyway, I've had issues with my husband and getting him to actually admit that he finds other women attractive. I've seen him checking out a pretty girl walking down the street and have teased him about it or said that she has a nice set of boobage. He will deny it until he's blue in the face.
I married someone who will eat mac and cheese (the yucky box stuff) every night for dinner just because he thinks it is what makes me happy. Instead, what would make me happy is for him to tell me the truth and then make himself happy.
I freely admit to having hot dreams about Colin Firth. I am a (mostly straight) woman with a pulse after all.
Phew, therapy in the comments section again.
Was going to say something else but was distracted by Abby putting a "hat" (half of some plastic egg thing) on the cat's head.
Posted by: Michele at August 08, 2007 02:59 PM (H4SV7)
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Interestingly, this is why I had to stop blogging. My wife felt like it was a form of cheating because I kept it a secret from her. Emotional attachment takes many forms.
Posted by: ~Easy at August 08, 2007 03:09 PM (OxoSt)
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Lol. I remember in evolutionary psych how the phrase "Mama's baby, papa's maybe" (and the "Milkman phenomenon", both used to describe that problem of paternal uncertainty) used to crack me up. I remember that all the discussions of monogamy in my psyc and philosophy classes in college used to bring me down a little, thinking about the artificiality of monogamy, but I told myself that the reason many people value it so much is exactly because it's hard and because it takes so much effort, and I still believe that's true. And whenever the Husband jokes that he doesn't even see attractive women, I tell him to cut the crap
Posted by: watersign at August 08, 2007 03:58 PM (yYjz5)
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I have cheated and I have been cheated on. I guess due to my upbringing, religion or the fact that my Grandma in Heaven ACTUALLY SAW THAT made me feel cheap and dirty and not so happy with myself.
And then I met my husband.
I am a firm believer in the theory that BOTH parties in a relationship must feel as if they've won the romantic lottery - in other words they are both so very fortunate and lucky - that they wouldn't dream of hurting the other one. I would make him macaroni and cheese for the rest of his life - or, you know, I could wear a crab outfit and we could try that buffet thing? Variety is the spice of life but please - variety from within.
I admit it. I would be devastated on the emotional affair but I would be just as devastated with a "casual" romp. I know how badly it fucks things up. (pun is always intended) I'm pretty sure that he feels exactly the same way.
We're both very flirty, talky people - but we just don't put ourselves in a situation where we'd have a go at that buffet. This is one area in our relationship where we both are brutally honest and since we've both been run through the emotional wringer, we HAD to discuss it and understand that even a "fling" would be the end of us.
We didn't know it, but we were each ohter's lifesaver.
(All that aside, I of course wonder what a certain celebrity looks like naked and I'm sure he does too. That is to say, I don't think that just because you think it, it means that you have cheated...in this case actions are definitely more what count.)
Posted by: Margi at August 08, 2007 04:13 PM (DwLKz)
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Helen, this made me laugh out loud:
use it in an argument with me of why you tripped and your dick fell into someone else
Prior to getting married, my wife and I went through some pre-marriage counseling. One of the questions asked of each of us was "What would make you want to not be married anymore?" My response was that I couldn't think of any reason that I wouldn't want to stay married to her. That's not to say that she couldn't hurt me terribly is she so chose, but she's just not that kind of person.
Cheating would be a problem for me, and not just because of the betrayal. If my wife were to cheat on me, it would be because she had fallen in love with someone else. That would be what hurt the most.
i still think that I married outside of my weight class, but if you were to ask my wife, she'd say that she's the lucky one. I figure as long as I can keep her feeling that way, I'll have done my job. Fortunately, it's a job that I really enjoy.
Posted by: physics geek at August 08, 2007 05:01 PM (MT22W)
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When you see frogs everywhere, run!
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 08, 2007 05:09 PM (/vgMZ)
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I will add one thing to the don't cheat side of things: fear of bringing home a socially unacceptable or even dangerous infection or disease to my spouse. That is something I would never be able to forgive her for if she did it to me or myself if I did it to her. Monogamy helps, if nothing else, ensure that you maintain a relatively closed biological loop and if you started safe and healthy, you will stay safe and healthy.
Besides, I don't think I could handle the emotional side.
Also, with three kids under the age of 7, who has the time or the energy for an extramarital affair?
Posted by: RP at August 08, 2007 05:24 PM (op1yW)
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Cheating for me is a sore subject and very painful so I'll just leave it alone.
I think it's cool that you're an Anthropology geek
I was kind of a Sociology Geek...during undergrand I really was into the sociology behind death and dying and how it affects the person dying, the family, the caretakers and the healthcare workers.
However, that was part of my Public Health education, which is all about surveillance of disease...which I thought was really cool....
So I guess I'm a biger geek than what I originally thought.
Posted by: Heidi at August 08, 2007 05:40 PM (aeNzn)
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Cheating for me is a sore subject and very painful so I'll just leave it alone.
I think it's cool that you're an Anthropology geek
I was kind of a Sociology Geek...during undergrand I really was into the sociology behind death and dying and how it affects the person dying, the family, the caretakers and the healthcare workers.
However, that was part of my Public Health education, which is all about surveillance of disease...which I thought was really cool....
So I guess I'm a bigger geek than what I originally thought.
Posted by: Heidi at August 08, 2007 05:41 PM (aeNzn)
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I love Dan Savage! I've read both books, too and I'm a faithful reader of his column.
I'm also "typically" female in that, I'd be a whole lot more hurt if my partner actually fell in love with someone than if he "did it" with some FILTHY RANDOM WHORE SLUT! lol...kidding.
Sort of. Actually, my ex did exactly that and I completely forgave him. We'd been married maybe 12 years, he was traveling a lot and while in Korea for 3 weeks, one of his traveling companions bought him a hooker. I knew over the phone the next day something was wrong and a little voice in my heart said, "He slept with someone". And I was right. He was one miserable hubby when he got home, I can tell you. I knew he'd done it, I don't know how but I knew.
That night after we put the kids to bed, I waited and sure enough, he cried and confessed it all.
To be honest, I was more curious than mad. I wanted all the details. He wanted my "forgiveness" so I forgave him. I never brought it up again, even later when I was the one who cheated and left and I could have brought it up and thrown it at him. Never mentioned it because honestly, it didn't mean all that much.
Not that I wanted him to do it
again mind you, but we had not had much sexual experience outside of each other, we were each other "first", etc., so...dunno, I just wasn't that upset about that.
It had hurt me much much more when he cheated on me with a girl from his work before we got married. She was prettier than me, far prettier and after weeks of making excuses to be with her, he told me he'd fallen in love with her and wanted me to move out. Marriage was off.
The whore in Korea meant nothing in comparison. Obviously after I moved out, he dumped her, wanted me back, I moved back in, we got married and stayed married monogamously so for 25 years.
I never brought that up again either. I forgave him so that was that.
As for the Mac and Cheese theory, honestly, I kid you not; I do not fantasize or think about other men except for my husband Dan. I am still completely infatuated with him in every way and it's been almost 10 years now. I do fantasize, but Dan is the focus of all my fantasies. I'm not making it up; maybe I just don't get out enough? ;-P
But then, I'm unusually wired sexually, it seems, so maybe that's why. To be honest, I find almost everyone sexually repulsive except for a very very few men I've known. That's unusual, right? I don't even like looking at porn or even movies where people are making love. It looks icky to me. I love having sex with the man I love, I'm highly sexual, but the idea of doing it with someone else just turns me completely off. Definitely not something I'd dream about doing; quite the opposite. So monogamy has always been very easy for me since I have so rarely been attracted to anyone else. That's a very good point you make there. Just because it's easy for me does not mean it's easy for everyone, thank you for saying that.
And I love it when you let your Inner Anthropologist out on the blog, btw, Helen.
Posted by: The other Amber at August 08, 2007 06:38 PM (zQE5D)
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So here's my confession for the day. I cheated in every relationship I ever had and then I met my husband. 13 years later I have not even come close. Have I had offers? Sure - and I'm sure so has he (afetr all he's smart, funny and darn cute), but I've never even been tempted. The "US" is just too good to risk.
That said I have long been a firm believer that our 10 year marriage is so fabulous because he spends 4 months a year on the road filming. Like Pink says "I don't wanna wake up with another
But I don't wanna always wake up with you either" (Leave Me Alone). When I first heard that song I though WOW! Someone finally gets it. At the end of the day I think that's the reason why on our recent trip to Hawaii everyone assumed we were honeymooners!
Posted by: Flikka at August 08, 2007 11:38 PM (puvdD)
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Helen, I had to come back here to say this, I am so sorry about the post above, sorry that it happens and sorry that you have no privacy. I had a taste of that from my mother, and it wasn't fun.I hope that you will one day find peace with your family.
Posted by: kenju at August 09, 2007 11:27 AM (DBvE5)
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While I totally understand monogamy, and it works for so many people, for my relationships, we've all decided it doesn't. And to make it ever weirder, it's not about the sex. My Chris and I only see other people when we have an emotional connection to them. No casual sex, no FWB. We open our lives to other people for love. Currently Chris and I live my other SO. For us it works. We are all totally happy. Sure I get Macaroni and Cheese AND Fish and Chips, but they are both so special to me. I don't find myself wanting hamburgers and fries for some reason. Everyone is built differently, which I think is totally cool. I just wish for those of us who don't subscribe to the whole one man one woman thing didn't get so persecuted. I've had friends disown and people in the workplace refuse to deal with me. I guess we're as bad as "The Terrorists"
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August 07, 2007
Worrywart
Some mornings you wake up and things just go wrong from the moment you sit up in bed. Maybe itÂ’s something obvious, like you leave the house wearing two different shoes. Maybe you accidentally use your lipliner as your eyeliner (something I confess I did, which explains why someone asked me if I had pink eye). But most of the time, itÂ’s something a little less noticeable, itÂ’s a bad day just because itÂ’s your time to have a bad day.
Here in my world, itÂ’s a bad day today.
There’s no clear cut reason why it’s a bad day, although it doesn’t help that I spilled coffee on my dress and it won’t wash off, leaving me too look like I drizzled some kind of oil down the front of my dress. It doesn’t help that I grabbed the wrong tank top to wear under the dress, and I grabbed one that keeps rolling itself up over my stomach like a scrunchy 1980’s tube sock. It also doesn’t help that I had Kafka dreams all night and woke up feeling absolutely shattered, like I hadn’t slept a wink even though I got a good 7.5 hours worth. It further doesn’t help that I’m bloody furious with someone, which I’ll go into later, but it’s eating up (too much) energy, energy that I don’t really have to spare. Above all, it doesn’t help that I feel my body is letting me down – I’ve been one of those “model Clydesdale horse” pregnant chicks, one in which I’ve been perfectly healthy and looking at whipping out two full-term healthy babies, only to suddenly find that I’m on a very short leash as my body, it obstinately refuses to cooperate.
Mostly, itÂ’s a bad day because the logistics of the world are whipping me.
My visa application went in on Saturday. I still donÂ’t have a diploma but I sent in my academic transcript (signed, sealed, notarized). I donÂ’t have a letter from my university (although IÂ’m still pursuing it) confirming I was taught in English, but in a flash of either inspiration or desperation, I found a report card from my high school years, reflecting courses I was taught in English (and the failing grade I got in honors AP physics. Hey - no oneÂ’s perfect.) All I can do is hope.
I had to head to London to attend a few meetings, and there are no words to describe how tired I am, how stupidly fragile I feel. I feel like IÂ’m on the verge of tears, that any minute now IÂ’m going to topple over the other side. ThereÂ’s nothing specific thatÂ’s set me off, I just feel like an incredible wimp today. IÂ’m a Wimpy Burger. You can pay me Wednesday for a hamburger today.
I was supposed to go to the U.S. Embassy today because my social security card is registered under my maiden name and IÂ’m concerned that I need it in my current name to register the babies as American citizens. Turns out the Embassy closes well before I can get there today, and anyway they cannot change my social security info without my passport which the Home Office has (not to mention I canÂ’t get into the Embassy anyway-I have my phone, my laptop and my Blackberry with me, none of which are allowed in the Embassy. Nice.) But IÂ’m still lacking info from my marriage in Sweden, so I canÂ’t change the name and number anyway.
Between my visa, my kidneys, my pure and total exhaustion and now the social security issues, I had a minor meltdown.
It necessitated in me calling Angus and him talking me back from the ledge.
And it’s all ridiculous – social security may have nothing to do with anything right now, it’s just one of those things I realized in my visa work that I never bothered with, and I’m in my “get the little quacking things all in a row” right now. The visa doesn’t expire for months, enough time to bribe/beg/steal a letter from UTA, as well as get a replacement diploma. It’s not like I’m getting chucked out of the country tomorrow, it’s just easier to file for my visa without dependants.
I’m just clean out of resources. Things that never really bother me, which I usually shrug about and say “Eh…no big deal.”, well, they are bothering me. I can’t handle a lot today. I feel under-equipped. My mind is swamped – babies! Melissa and Jeff! Angus! Work! Visa! Family! Kidneys! Money! House extension! Garden! Logistics! Making sure everyone’s happy! Is everyone happy? Why aren’t they happy? All of these things and more, and not necessarily in the order I listed. I’m blowing a gasket over little things, which is ridiculous – I tend to be a lot lower key. I need to dial it down. I need to…but I can’t. It’s like everything’s come to a head, and it’s doing it today.
Maybe I just need a night of Kafka-free sleep.
Maybe I just need to stop bloody worrying and let things be.
That must be it.
Que sera sera, baby.
-H.
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I hope your day gets better....if all else fails...chocolate milk can elevate a mood for at leaast 15 minutes....:*) It's worth a try. 15 minutes is better than no minutes.
Feel better...if you need to vent more...we're here!
Posted by: wn at August 07, 2007 12:54 PM (MlWdo)
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Oh Helen! Just what you didn't need! I really hope it all gets a bit easier soon, just try to keep smiling at the world and hopefully it will smile back at you!
You know we're here if you need us!
Posted by: Suzie Stacey at August 07, 2007 01:11 PM (YqqaU)
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You need a day of pampering, Helen. Try to have one as soon as possible. Regarding the soc. security issue, it will sort out soon enough, so don't worry about it today.
Posted by: kenju at August 07, 2007 01:14 PM (DBvE5)
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Did you try watching Elf? Might help...
If not, I heartily recommend the following video, taken from one of my very favorite musics, Avenue Q. No, it's not work safe but very funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEjvCRPrCo
Hope you feel better - and remember, there really is light at the end of the tunnel.
Posted by: Hannah at August 07, 2007 01:26 PM (5w+E2)
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I can't believe that there isn't some kind of service that you can hire to just deal with the paperwork. If it helps the SS card isn't too difficult to navigate (I did it a few years back) and can all be done via mail if you can get the correct documents in order.
http://tinyurl.com/ofabo
It also went surprisingly quickly -
Good Luck!
Posted by: cursingmama at August 07, 2007 01:47 PM (PoQfr)
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When I got sick and my body felt like it was abandoning me and my child during my pregnancy, I took heart in knowing that part of the reason I felt soooo crappy was because every resource my body had was going toward making my baby stronger and healthier. Maybe keeping that in mind with the Lemonheads will make it a bit easier to bear your burdon. :-)
Posted by: Ice Queen at August 07, 2007 03:15 PM (AuzdP)
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Spa
I don't care that you're saving money, blah blah, get thee hence to a spa, woman! Get a pedicure, manicure, massage, the works. Just pick up the phone and make the damn appointment.
You have every right to feel overwhelmed right now; you got a lot on your plate. Yes, it will all work out but that kind of logic doesn't help your brain when it feels like there's a hamster running in circles saying the same stupid shit over and over again in your head.
Spa. Pronto.
Oh and just a couple of weeks ago I put the white stuff on my lashes that is supposed to "condition" them (whatever; I really use it because the mascara lasts longer if I apply this white undercoat stuff) and forgot to put the black mascara over it.
I thought I was totally hot stuff all day long, batting my eyes hither and yon, (HAWT) until I got home and saw in the mirror that my lashes had been *white* all damn day.
Looked like an albino. Not that there's anything wrong with albinos; just saying, I'm not one so...you know. Suffice to say, it wasn't a good look for me.
Feel better soon!
Posted by: The other Amber at August 07, 2007 03:37 PM (zQE5D)
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I honestly think it is the combination of pregnancy-which tends to send a woman into "must get this done NOW mode", and on top of that a nasty infection. Being sick always makes me feel like the whole world is falling apart and when I get better I will have to dig myself out of the rubble and set everything back in order, which is overwhelming to think of when you don't feel well.
I will tell you to try not to worry, but I know how difficult that can be. Its worth a shot though, right?
Posted by: Teresa at August 07, 2007 03:47 PM (Pt0VH)
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Hormones a go-go. I agree with Kenju & Other Amber...Sounds like a facial, pedicure or a pregnant mommy massage might be a good thing to indulge in for an hour or so.
If that doesn't work I have a few people that need a good punching in the throat....anything to get your mind off the stress for a few moments
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sending good vibes your way....
Posted by: Heidi at August 07, 2007 04:04 PM (0IL4J)
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I think if you can fit it in, a spa day is not a bad thought. (Someone suggested it.) I know ir probably feels self indulgent, but being the human incubator takes a toll on the body, whether we want to admit it or not.
My body was like yours, always able to handle anything anytime any day, but around where you are now (and I only had one at a time) I used to say to my husband, "This baby is a LEECH! It is sucking my body dry and will leave me as nothing but a HUSK of myself!" And to top it off, your body will secrete some hormone so that your ligaments get all wonky. Its so that whole birthing thing works, stretching where no woman has been stretched before. Ugh. So I'd feel like rubber man... a leeched out rubber man.
If you can go swimming and you're allowed, that is a good thing. And even an hour of spa day would be something to consider. Zen- out.
Posted by: Bou at August 07, 2007 05:22 PM (2zVEj)
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Two words: Prenatal Massage. Seriously.
Grab a nice bath and put your feet up and ignore your problems for the rest of the day. There's nothing more you can do right now, so just take a minute to relax, because goodness knows relaxing moments are about to drop exponentially for both of you (don't hit me, I'm not talking about sleep!). Tomorrow is a good enough time to start tackling issues.
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 07, 2007 05:26 PM (/vgMZ)
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It's hard not to worry. I'm envious of people that don't.
Posted by: statia at August 07, 2007 06:04 PM (lHsKN)
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You want me to forge you a letter from UTA? I can find a way to steal some letterhead, and I can be Regina Phalange, Registrar and bada bing, there you go.
Hope you get some good sleep and maybe some mac and cheese and good TV. Hugs!
Posted by: donna at August 07, 2007 07:02 PM (Kco5r)
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Kafka dreams
So you're feeling like a can of Raid is out to get you? Eesh. I'm glad that I don't remember my dreams.
Go cuddle up with Angus and drink a cup of whatever warm drink you like. Feel better and happier.
Posted by: physics geek at August 07, 2007 08:41 PM (MT22W)
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Would you believe. . . ??
Nesting.
I drove two (count 'em) TWO husbands nuts with my nesting instinct - so much so that "The baby canNOT be brought home if the garage floor isn't spic n- span" and/or "I will not enter the hospital a MISS anybody, so a shotgun wedding it is, buster!"
This too, shall pass. Be good to yourself, be gentle with yourself and allow Angus to baby you a little bit.
And remember: at the end of all this massive bullshite, you will be receiving two very wonderful, very dear door prizes for all your trouble!
Yeah, I know. Even I get tired of my Pollyanna routine.
Hang in there. You are loved.
Posted by: Margi at August 07, 2007 08:51 PM (DwLKz)
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I fifth(?) the massage recommendation. From Angus if nothing else ;-)
If there's anything a total stranger can be do from this side of the pond to help you out, let me know.
Posted by: Tracy at August 07, 2007 09:23 PM (BtSE6)
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I confess I am now researching pregnant spa places (not spas full of pregnant people, just spas that will take pregnant people).
Because I agree.
I need a massage.
Posted by: Helen at August 08, 2007 09:37 AM (R7xxp)
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From what I've observed over the years, spas/massueses (sp?)/nail techs, etc., LOVE working with pregnant women; I don't think you'll have to find a "special" kind to accommodate you, Helen. I mean, they make everyone feel special and all but when it's a pregnant woman, it's like the already-in-place subservience and care goes up several notches. I hope you go!
Enjoy!
Posted by: The other Amber at August 08, 2007 03:56 PM (zQE5D)
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August 06, 2007
I Had to Walk Uphills Both Ways in the Snow
I had a post ready to go today about the extension (betcha' you're glad I didn't have that one ready yet) but the weekend threw me a curveball.
Saturday night - less than 36 hours after completing my prescribed round of antibiotics - a new infection came back and took me down. I was hit with it all - screaming kidney back pain, bleeding, pleading to god on the toilet - along with new symptoms like ferocious diarrhea, nausea and heavy fatigue (I emerged from the bathroom at one point and wearily announced to Angus: "This house? It's clean." He didn't get it. Obscure reference maybe.)
I stayed in the bath for hours Saturday night as the midwives had recommended bathing because it soothes the insides and actually encourages said compromised insides to wee. So I did. I'm a 33 year-old woman who kept peeing in the bathtub. I was hurting so much that I'm not even remotely embarassed, although suffice to say both myself and the bathtub had a good scrubbing down afterwards.
I went back on antibiotics and am doing better.
I headed into the doctor's office today, where I am on a new regime of antibiotics - this time for 10 days - to fight the infection. The doctor says this is most likely a new infection as all of the antibiotics we threw at the last kidney infection/cystitis would have killed it off.
They told me I would be prone to infections the rest of this pregnancy.
I didn't know they meant that I would be prone to infections within 36 hours of being off of antibiotics from the last infection.
I can't stay on antibiotics for the next 8 weeks, it's not good for me and not so good for the Lemonheads, plus at some point I risk building up a resistance to the antibiotic, at which point I'm fucked. I have to stay on treatment for the infections as I'm at high risk of pre-term labor and septicemia, and kidney infections are the Big Momma of bad news. I also worry about kidney stones coming back, as there's nothing in the whole wide world worse than kidney stones-apparently the top 3 most painful things a person can have is 1) childbirth, 2) kidney stones, and 3) slipped discs. I'm all about the overachieving, but I'm hoping 2007 isn't going to be the year I go all out.
What this all boils down to is this - Melissa arrives tomorrow and we'd planned a trip to Ikea this coming weekend with her to buy picture frames and a few odds and ends. We'll also be buying a crib after all.
Because now even though the babies' estimated due date is the 31st of October, I was told that with twins I'll only make it to 36 weeks, which is the week beginning the 1st of October. But with these kinds of infections I'll be lucky to make it very far at all into September. We're basically looking at the Lemonheads arriving soon. I'm pushing for 32 weeks. Let's try to get to 32 weeks.
They say the third trimester is hard.
They're not kidding.
We haven't really discussed if we'd tell the kids they were IVF babies or not, but it's not really important to either of us that they be told one way or another. I'm sure they'll stumble across paperwork at some point and have some questions, so we may be honest, I dunno. I certainly would never use it against them in a court of "you made my life a living hell". I don't plan on using anything* against them in that way because I've seen what that kind of guilt can do to a person. I may mention that carrying them totalled one of my kidneys temporarily, but I'd never point fingers (even though it's our son that's causing this. I can see I'm going to need to childproof the house from birth for him.)
Sorry about the bitching but I'm not very happy about the latest developments.
-H.
* Except for one instance-the restless leg syndrome has gotten so bad I broke down and bought a bunch of bananas this weekend, which I have been eating. Apparently, they are high in potassium and that battles RLS. I can say it does indeed seem to help, and I blend them into smoothies. But of all foods in the world, one of my most hated foods is bananas. I am eating bananas because of the Lemonheads. So yes, they will be told this one-"Mama loves you so much she ate bananas for you. BANANAS! Now stop complaining about having to watch Adventures in Babysitting, because Mummy wants to relive her youth for a moment."
PS-Many huge, huge thanks to two women who I consider sister-types. To Margi, who along with her family sent the Lemonheads this rattle and this Rainforest Bouncer, which made me cry (in a good way). And to Caltechgirl, who with ZTZCheese sent a box (pics of the contents uploaded here, here, here and here). I love it all, the Lemonheads love it all, and you both made me squeal and cry. Thank you-I love you both.
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Still here with you all the way! I hope the kidneys keep working and the lemonheads keep growing! And bananas, yuck... I realised recently that my one year old had never had a banana thanks to my disliking for the yellow things, and guess what - she bloody loves them! Typical!
Posted by: Sarah at August 06, 2007 11:07 AM (69KUi)
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Hang in there. It'll be worth it when you get to hold them. And tease them about it later.
Posted by: Hannah at August 06, 2007 11:25 AM (RqLl8)
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I hope that this is the last infection for a good while to come.
Thinking of you
abs x
Posted by: abs at August 06, 2007 11:40 AM (pejJ8)
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It honestly never occurred to me that IVF would fall into the category of something the kids need to be told.
Me, I don't hate bananas. I *resent* them. I should not have to eat them, darnit!
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 06, 2007 12:52 PM (tie24)
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And the world thinks men are tough. Ha! Ha, I say. A man in this position would be leaping from a tall building, let there be no doubt. I'll keep my fingers crossed. XOXO
Posted by: gennimcmahon at August 06, 2007 01:09 PM (QqF9v)
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Hey, my old info is in the last comment. This one links my NEW info. Yeesh. I gotta get it together.
Posted by: gennimcmahon at August 06, 2007 01:10 PM (QqF9v)
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Hang in there, Helen. You have many challenges and later on, this will seem like a piece of cake. I promise.
Posted by: kenju at August 06, 2007 01:13 PM (DBvE5)
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Oh, sweetie. I had kidney infection when I was preg with my first child and can totally sympathize with your pain. Take care. Will be holding only good thoughts for you.
Posted by: sue at August 06, 2007 01:18 PM (WbfZD)
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Ah, you poor poor thing! I'm sending you antibiotic wishes through the ether (they don't make resistant bacteria and are very nice to bubs). Be gentle with yourself!
Posted by: WildlyParenthetical at August 06, 2007 01:39 PM (rG4u9)
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Oh, jeez, UTI's suck. I've been having those damn things for years. Lately, my pattern is get a UTI, and two seconds later, a kidney infection. Oddly enough, pregnancy actually made them better for me.
Anyway, try D-Mannose- it is a simple sugar that supposedly works by tying up the ecoli bug's fimbria so they can't attach to your bladder wall. Then they get flushed out when you pee. You can try taking what they call a maintenance dose of a teaspoon a day. HOnestly, for bladder infections, it's been incredibly effective, for me, maybe not so much for kidney infections, but the preventive effect may keep you from developing them in the first place. Best of luck!
http://www.waterfall-d-mannose.com/
Posted by: Allison at August 06, 2007 02:24 PM (/1SSa)
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1.) Poltergeist. (I still randomly scream "Run to the light, Carol Ann!")
2.) Bananas? Ew ew ew. You are a better woman than I am!
Posted by: Ms. Pants at August 06, 2007 02:58 PM (+p4Zf)
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I love bananas, so I ate them readily to battle the RLS. However, being prone to constipation anyways, and pregnancy making it worse, then eating a bunch of bananas? Let me just say it got so bad the last few weeks of my first pregnancy that I actually thought I was in LABOR from the cramps.
I feel for you hon. I hope that this round of meds does the trick. You deserve to sail smoothly to 35 weeks (that's what I am pushing for).
Posted by: Teresa at August 06, 2007 03:05 PM (grumk)
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You need a break from the various assorted difficulties! Good grief - it's been a rough few weeks for you. I'll be sending more nice, healthy, relaxing thoughts to you and the Lemonheads. I so want you just to be able to relax and nest and enjoy the rest of your pregnancy! I hope the visit with Melissa goes well; I've been thinking of her too and hope things have somewhat settled down on her end.
Thanks again for sharing as much of yourself as you do - I really feel honored being allowed to share a bit of your life.
Posted by: Lisa at August 06, 2007 03:14 PM (e8V7B)
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Aww, honey. You know I love you. And that whole end-game of pregnancy is fraught with - something. Never fails. I had only one pregnancy that was sanguine. I love that child so much, he'll never know!
As for the bouncy seat and rattle? Hey. We're all about the toys 'round here. And if they help you get a moment to yourself, then all is well. Babylove's bouncy seat had a VIBRATING feature. We loved it. All of us. Heh.
Posted by: Margi at August 06, 2007 04:16 PM (DwLKz)
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I've been out of the loop for a week, and man did you have a hell of a week. I hope you get the infections under control for good this time! Hopefully all of the hell you are going through now is because you're going to give birth to the worlds most perfect children
Posted by: geeky at August 06, 2007 04:56 PM (ziVl9)
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I know unsolicited advice is sometimes not taken well, and I'm hesitant to even write this, BUT I used to suffer from UTI's all the time and as a child who spend her entire childhood on antibotics ('cause I was the sick kid) I know what antibiotics do to the body. So....for what it's worth. (I also realize your kidney's are impacted upwards, where mine were not)
1) Cranberry Juice for the UTI/kidneys...unsweetened if you can handle it. There is some enzyme in the cranberry that helps with kidney infections.
2) Yogurt or yogurt culutres in capsules. It will help to replace all the normal/good flora in your gut after being killed by antibiotics, which you need to help fight off any type of infection. (My MD actually tells me to go the the healthfood store and get the capules if I have to be on antibotics as I end up with yeast infections in horrible places).
As a semi-tree-hugger I'm always looking for the natural way to treat. And, as a healthcare worker I know the nightmare of antibiotic resistance.
Anything is worth a try?
Posted by: Heidi at August 06, 2007 05:04 PM (VUXSB)
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It just gets funner and funner, huh?
Yes, funner is a word. :-)
Have fun with Melissa at my favorite store! I love their baby section.....
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 06, 2007 05:57 PM (/vgMZ)
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Heidi-I am indeed heavy on the cranberry juice and the yogurt (the ones with acidopholus in the ingredients list). Good thing I like cranberry juice and yogurt, eh?
Posted by: Helen at August 06, 2007 06:42 PM (R7xxp)
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I have read about this RLS cure and thought it might help you. Put the bar of soap under your sheet. It doesn't involve taking any meds and it can't hurt you or the lemonheads so it might be worth a try.
These are two excerpts from the web.
Ann Landers suggests this “cure”: put an unwrapped bar of soap under the sheets so that the cramped leg rests upon it (the soap can be kept in place by putting rubber bands around it and pinning the rubber bands to the sheet). Although there is no apparent explanation for this ‘cure-all,’ her readers swear that it really works.
?I have had severe leg cramps for years. When I read about putting a bar of soap in bed, I got a bar of Ivory and put it under the bottom sheet near my legs. It?s been a month since I did that, and I have not had one leg cramp.?
Posted by: karen at August 07, 2007 12:02 AM (3Bmm5)
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Karen— I don't know exactly why that may work, except that every time I get a leg cramp it starts with me stretching my leg. Perhaps the soap keeps you from getting to the critical point, and when it's unwrapped it won't chafe.
I've also noticed that now when I tend to stretch I only do the upper body. Damned leg cramps.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 07, 2007 01:54 AM (tie24)
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Do you like avacados? Because an avacado has almost 3 times the potassium of a banana, plus a bunch of the "good fats", also, not a yucky banana.
Posted by: nightwitch at August 07, 2007 05:39 AM (dfTf5)
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Pommigranites are good for Potassium as are some of the 'health drinks' Like Ensure and Boost.. (which have a pretty broad range of goodies in a small amount of liquid.)....
Best of lucks.. I know what those #$%Q$$ cramps are like.. You ought to have em check your Magesium level as that can cause trouble as well...
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August 03, 2007
Bullet Me This
It's one of those awful Friday bullet point days, which you probably hate but I'm not doing "stream of consciousness" very well today, so...um...sorry.
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My visa application is doing my head in, for two big reasons:
1) I cannot find my college diploma anywhere, and unfortunately I kinda' need to send it in. You would think it'd be easy to find, seeing as in typical Texas style the diploma is roughly the size of a small houseboat. I tore the house apart yesterday and am going for it again today. The good news is I do have a sealed official academic transcript proving I graduated and which may or may not suffice, but the fact I can't find my diploma-it's not in the handy box I have, the one under the bed of those documents I will need for a long time still-is whipping me.
2) There are specific visa requirements to "prove" I speak English, and wouldn't you know it, I cannot fulfill one of them.
Seriously.
The Home Office need an official letter from my university stating that my courses and my degree were taught to me in English. This, despite the fact that my degree is from the States, because I still need the letter as the HSMP guidelines dictate "they need this evidence regardless of whether or not the main language from your home country is English."
I complain about this to Angus.
"I got my degree from the University of Texas at Arlington! What the fuck language do they expect I was taught in?" I moan.
"Spanish?" he asks.
"I don't think they teach any courses other than Spanish language and literature courses in Spanish," I reply. "Anyway, I don't speak Spanish. I was too busy learning Russian to try to impress a guy."
I call UTA anyway. It's weird calling the registrar's office there, it seems like a million years ago I went there. I ask about ordering a replacement diploma, which is going to be a complicated procedure as I need to go to a bank here and have them draft me a check for $25, for which I get to pay a £20 fee, meaning I'm paying more in fees than the check is worth all because UTA fear the almighty credit card. I then ask if they can write me an official letter stating that my courses and my degree were given to me in English so that I can fulfill my immigrant criteria in England.
This proves too much for the registrar.
"You want whut?" she asks. I'd forgotten that Texas twang, but I slide right back into it.
"I know it's crazy. I'm sorry. I just need an official letter from you stating the university teaches most of it's classes in English."
"But we have foreign language classes."
"Yes, well, except for those."
"I don't think we can write this letter."
I want to slap people. "Why not?"
"Well, we've never done that before."
I take a deep breath. "Let's think outside of the box, shall we? Just because you've never done this before, why should this mean you can't do it?"
"Well....we just can't. Don't ya'll speak English in England?"
"You would think so, wouldn't you?"
So now I'm waiting to speak to a manager there.
I rang the HSMP helpline and finally, after trying for hours, I get through.
"Hi, I'm struggling a bit with this proving I speak English bit," I say hesitantly. "I've got the diploma," - somewhere - "and I was born and raised in the States. What do I need to do?"
"Do you speak English?" asks the HSMP guy.
Oh. My. Christ. No. No I don't speak English. We're actually in the new The Last Starfighter film and I've just stuck a translator on your collar, I speak Neo-Galactican. Good luck, Starfighter!
"Well, considering we are speaking English on this phone call, I'd tick that box as a yes," I reply.
"Where'd you get your diploma?" he asks.
"The University of Texas at Arlington," I reply.
"They don't teach in Spanish there?" he asks.
Yes! Yes maybe they do! Maybe they all run around calling each other Senor and Senora and all celebrate the Day of the Dead and any other fucking stereotype that you think should apply here, ok? Texas is not one big hotbed of Spanish! I know very little Spanish! If you want, I'll take classes to fix that, but otherwise NO-no my classes weren't taught to me in Spanish!
I'm going to write a cover letter for my application asking the caseworker to please feel free to call me and we can discuss my English qualifications. In English. Then maybe I can prove I speak the language.
Que?
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GOD.
Her uterus must be more stretchy than a Slinky.
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You maybe saw the picture a few days ago of Gorby and I attempting to put together a baby swing that I bought off of ebay.
I asked Angus to take a look at it this morning and I timed him. He put it together in under 3 minutes. Honestly.
Gorby keeps eyeing the swing nervously. I think he thinks we have plans for him with the swing. What he doesn't know is that he'll clear the swing fears just fine, but as soon as I get a diaper big enough to fit the dog all hell will break loose.
Just don't tell the RSPCA.
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We got hit by a terrific raft of spam the other day, so email is just now sorting itself out. If you've sent a mail and I haven't replied, I should find it today through the hundreds of offers of Viagra (we have some, thanks) and notifications that I've won the lottery (Angus and I have a running tally to see whose email account gets the most money in these. So far he's winning, but I'm hoping the Nigerian emails I'm getting start kicking up the money count.)
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We have officially entered the third trimester, and all I keep thinking is How the hell did I make it this far?
Maybe you're tired of hearing about the Lemonheads, but they're a big part of my mindset right now. This isn't going to be a Mommy Blog but it is a blog about whatever it is I think or feel needs to come out, and right now, perhaps with health scares, perhaps because we've reached the point where they have odds for survival if they arrive, they're on my mind a fair amount.
Next week is one of those banner weeks-I'll be 28 weeks pregnant then. 28 weeks is one of those theoreticals for twins in that theoretically if you hit 28 weeks the babies have a 90% chance of surviving. The fact that they've had massive doses of steroids to develop their lungs will help those statistics. And yes, it doesn't mean that all babies apply to this, it's a general, but there's some kind of comfort in knowing that should it all go pear-shaped, they may make it. They're incredibly active babies (especially the girl) and I wonder how this translates to when they're born-will they be as active out as they are in?
The reality is we're looking at them arriving in about 8 weeks time.
8 weeks.
That's it.
As far as Angus and I, we're both still sometimes struggling with the absolute enormity of what's coming. We're nervous and scared. But there are small signs that we're beginning to prepare ourselves for what's coming. I know-you're probably thinking "You have 8 weeks to go, you're just now preparing yourselves?" but we're maybe not an ordinary couple. So far we have the twin stroller, two Fisher Price Aquarium swings I bought on ebay, a bathtub, blankets courtesy of Angela and Statia and clothes/diapers courtesy of Statia, April, and my sister-in-law. Maybe that's plenty, I dunno, but the nursery hasn't even been started let alone posture itself as ready. We don't have the crib or the bedding. We've agreed to buy a travel crib to have around just in case they come early, but we'd rather not tempt fate just yet.
A long time ago I bought one of these. Moulin Roty is a French company with the world's softest, most incredible-feeling toys ever . I bought this rabbit, which has remained hidden under the bed with a green pen and various other bits and pieces, and I promised myself that the bunny (called Lola) would get used. And she will, when the babies come. I also promised myself that I would get this one to accompany Lola so that there will be one for each baby. I haven't bought the toy yet but I will, when I feel confident. Each baby will have one. And maybe it's something that will mean something only to me, I don't know, but it feels important to me.
Angus, for his part, has been looking at Angus-like things for the babies. He's figured out how he's going to do the lighting for the nursery. And he's ordered an IP tilt and pan webcam that will go on the babies wall above their crib, so that family members can log in via a very secure, heavily protected site and can see the babies whenever they want.
We have different ways of acceptance.
Yesterday Angus was on Skype to Jill, and he called me as she wanted to see my stomach. I agreed to show it on the webcam on the proviso that no fat jokes were made (you'd be shocked how many fat jokes I get, it really wears me out). She agreed and so I went on camera. Angus smiled and showed me, and he put his hands out and held my stomach. "It's really firm and very neat and tidy, isn't it?" he asked, holding my very round stomach. He was smiling. I'm not a big one for having people touch my stomach, but it's one of the first times he's voluntarily touched my bump since it appeared.
Sitting here in front of millions of lit-up pixels, I cannot tell you how absolutely amazing it felt to have him touch me like that. It made something inside of me glow, and I've been holding the glow all night now. Maybe I'm not as tightly bound inside as I thought I was.
I wouldn't say that we've become completely one with the idea of being parents to two babies, it's not cigars in the waiting room and me prancing around showing off my stomach to all and sundry, he hasn't "come around" and I'm not composing an iterative list of baby names in my head. But maybe we have small things we want for the babies, and those small things may become big things in time, and for now we talk about how to handle things when they arrive and that, for us, is the biggest step yet.
-H.
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Blimey! What a week for you. I really hope you get your Visa application sorted out, I know how frustrating it is when you can't find something you thought was safe!And as for the English things, that made me laugh! Honestly, the bureaucracy of government can be mind blowing!
The picture of your tummy being held by you and Angus is beautiful - brought a lump to my throat!
Have a good weekend, Helen,
Love S
Posted by: Suzie at August 03, 2007 10:56 AM (YqqaU)
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I absolutely adore the picture.
How's Gorby feel about hair pulling? He might get to the point where he jumps in the Gorby sized diaper bag :-)
Hmm... maybe you should throw in a thick Texan drawl when your on the phone... perhaps they need to here a different dialect??
Good Luck!
Posted by: Angela at August 03, 2007 11:46 AM (DGWM7)
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Wow. What a beautiful moment/picture. I'm glad for you, seriously!
Isn't it harder to write about problems with Angus, knowing he's going to read this?
Posted by: Hannah at August 03, 2007 12:04 PM (5w+E2)
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I completely understand the UK position. As midwesterner who was transplanted to Texas after 21 years of life, I was never sure if they spoke english there either.
Posted by: ~Easy at August 03, 2007 12:06 PM (X+de8)
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That photograph is simply amazing.
Posted by: Gwyneth at August 03, 2007 12:12 PM (ujvNt)
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That is a beautiful photo! After reading your words that accompany it my eyes are full of tears and my heart full of love! I am 29 wks 2 days and have been sharing feelings with you thru most of your journey, that picutre just really captures the beauty of what your going thru together. Congrats H- you are going to make fantastic parents!!
ps- good luck with the visa papers!
pps- on the fat jokes? - you tell them to suck it! I say you look amazing.
Posted by: Christina at August 03, 2007 12:51 PM (FXxJ1)
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That's the best photo I've seen in months! Keep it forever. It will mean so much to the babies when they are older.
Posted by: kenju at August 03, 2007 02:02 PM (DBvE5)
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That photo makes me incredibly happy. And I laughed out loud when I heard he's fitting the babies' room with a camera - of course he is! Yours is a home filled with lots of love and modern technology. Naturally. (I'm not poking fun, really, I'm impressed and I still find it amusing.)
8 weeks - seriously!? Even way over here it feels like the time is flying. Off to gaze at this lovely photo some more - speaks volumes about love to me. Beautiful. Thank you both (all, the Lemonheads included) for sharing it.
Posted by: Lisa at August 03, 2007 02:52 PM (e8V7B)
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Helen,
I am new to reading your blog. I started off with your photo stream some time back on Flickr. Reading about the rig-a-ma-role (sp?) over English gave me a good chuckle. It's just really funny because it's so obvious. Anyway, thank you, I really needed a something to put a smile on my face today. The IP camera is totally something I would do if I had any kids. It's a great idea. I'm glad to see that you are coming along so well. I've followed along on your Flickr stream since before "Coming clean". Your belly photo is a beautiful capture of a great experience. Thank you for sharing. Maybe this is too much to write in a comment section and should belong in an email instead, but it's already written here, so too late.
Christopher
Flickr: Mr.Thomas (exalthim previously)
Posted by: Christopher at August 03, 2007 03:21 PM (HRp3U)
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What a gorgeous picture. Time is certainly moving right along... we're all keeping our fingers crossed every second of the way for you!
All I can say about the woman in Arkansas: yikes.
Too funny about the english speaking. Since when does common sense become so difficult? Sheesh...
Have a good weekend~
Posted by: sue at August 03, 2007 04:40 PM (WbfZD)
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This first part of your blog reminded me of the video...it is hysterical: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysg_FoWOue8
Posted by: nukeum at August 03, 2007 05:51 PM (JKeGB)
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Love that picture. It gave me the warm fuzzies. Have a good weekend!
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 03, 2007 09:11 PM (qPLLC)
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I don't know the size of door frames and cribs in the UK, but if it is the same as the US, cribs DO NOT fit through a doorway, once assembled. So... just seriously think about putting the crib together inside the room when it comes time and not in the living room thinking you'll just roll it into the nursery. ;-) Won't work...
My babies slept in a big basket in the beginning. A friend of mine had hers sleep in a drawer... pulled it out of the dresser, fixed it up and BING!, instant baby bed! So... not everyone gets that nursery together immediately. Heh. It all comes together eventually. It does.
Posted by: Bou at August 04, 2007 12:24 AM (2zVEj)
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They'll totally sleep non stop for like the first three weeks. Being birthed is a tiring job.
And after this week, I probably scared the shit out of you, but all babies, they're different, nothing you don't know, and it's hard to not be scared. One two, three or a litter. Some days will be great and others you'll be like Goldie Hawn in Overboard, where they sit there pegging her with grapes as she rocks back and forth. Those are good times. I think you'll probably do better than I will right off the bat, since you'll need some sort of organization with two.
That and leave the baby gear to the men. They'll give it pet names while putting it together, but they still do it way better.
Posted by: statia at August 04, 2007 01:02 AM (lHsKN)
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you are not too fat if angus can reach around you. That is truly a cool picture, and should be framed on your wall.
Webcams? How cool is that? I wish my daughter and sil were so savvy, I'd love to be able to watch the baby....
And just so you know, living in NM? They are only teaching in spanish. (ok, it seems like it anyway)
Posted by: Donna at August 04, 2007 03:48 AM (MPZZY)
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I absolutely adore that picture.
Here's hoping next week will bring news that English is actually the first language of many Texans and that certain departments that deal with visa type things get their heads out of their asses.
Posted by: Michele at August 04, 2007 04:21 AM (H4SV7)
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aaaah! what a great moment.
Posted by: Sarah at August 04, 2007 08:22 AM (69KUi)
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*chuckles* Every blogger I know that gets pregnant says they are not going to turn into a "Mommy" blog. after the baby comes
But of course, they certainly blog a lot about their baby.
As is natural and right, after all. Babies/kids/teens become part of your life. Of course you'll blog about them. But you'll still be
you too. Yes, some women lose themselves completely inside their children, giving up their own identiies and living the rest of their lives through their kids.
But I seriously doubt you'll be one of those, Helen.
Posted by: The other Amber at August 04, 2007 03:56 PM (zQE5D)
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Oh my God, I just read the part where Michelle Duggar has been pregnant for TEN YEARS OF HER LIFE. I need to go lie down.
Posted by: Heather at August 04, 2007 04:29 PM (/JYCJ)
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Heather— some mothers actually enjoy being pregnant. Hormone high or something.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 04, 2007 07:16 PM (tie24)
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I live in the UTA area, so if needed I can visit the Registar in person and see what I can do. Email me and let me know.... I don't mind, really!
Posted by: Amy at August 04, 2007 09:39 PM (O8TO8)
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Absolutely love that picture!
Posted by: Steff at August 05, 2007 04:31 PM (6zvCL)
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First if this turns into a mommy blog, I would still read you every day. This is about Helen, and Helen is going to be the best mommy evar, so we should hear about it!
Second, I absolutely cannot believe you are carrying twins. It totally doesn't look like it. Whoever is making the fat jokes, you just need to kick them in the ding-ding.
Posted by: Dani at August 05, 2007 11:00 PM (DLBWZ)
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August 02, 2007
Ordinary Life
Life for me is not all grand, exciting trips around the Scottish Hebrides, black tie dinners, and dramatic hospital recoveries. The black tie dinners have dried up now that I'm on much less prestigious projects - but less prestigious means far less stress and less having to work 6 days a week for 16 hours a day, and that was a change I embrace whole-heartedly. The hospital recovery had damn well better be a one-off. And although we do get to have trips around the Hebrides which I am hideously grateful for, we're now settled in for a summer of being at home.
My life really is generally about the day-to-day logistics-daily life, making dinner, serving my function in life as She Who Must Throw the Gorby Squeaky Toy Because It's a Game He Never Tires Of, and working. Work in itself is ok-my new projects are a bit busy but not stupid busy. I should work harder than I have been in the past few weeks (my colleague called me yesterday asking if I'd completed my technical requirements document. The truth is, I haven't even written the damn thing. I told him it needed proof-reading and I'd send it to him later today. My lie has bought me time enough to whip something up, which doesn't explain why I'm drinking cranberry juice and writing this blog post instead of writing my requirements doc.)
I really tend to lead a pretty normal, day-to-day life. I've been taking a lot of baths as they help ease my aches. My growing stomach doesn't go underwater anymore, not in any way, shape or form. I know how Dolly Parton must feel now when she floats on her back. I light up some vanilla incense. which always makes Angus comment about our 190's love child flower power pad and we resort to calling the bathroom "Helen's Opium Den" for a short while, and if Angus is upstairs, as he has been lately while he rebuilds one of our three computers, then we talk back and forth. I always read a book in the bath, and sometimes chat about it with Angus.
"Hey! Wanna hear a vegetarian joke?" I call from the bathtub, having just read a joke in the book I'm reading.
"Is there such a thing?" he replies.
"Yeah! OK, so here it is! How many vegetarians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" I call.
"UmmmÂ…two. One to screw it in and the other to talk about their feelings?"
I pause, then bust out laughing. "No, actually, that's not it. Your answer was funnier. The answer is: 'I don't know, but where do you get your protein?'"
Silence.
Crickets.
Then from him: "Lightbulbs are a very serious matter, you know. Nothing to be joked about."
See? Ordinary life. Ordinary life includes getting the house extension going (more on that later, I'm sure you're hanging on with bated breath). It includes drying out from the never-ending rain that has been called our summer. Although we live 30 minutes from some of the flood areas we're on a slightly higher elevation and are nowhere near any water. Because of this we didn't get any flooding at our house but in one corner of the living room we have some hearty water damage as our poor little gutters just couldn't take the onslaught of water. Luckily that will be dealt with in the extension.
Two big logistical issues I'm dealing with are the aforementioned house plans, and my visa extension.
My work visa (an HSMP visa) expires in February, but since we're not going to be travelling for some months now it's a good time to send in my application. That, and I confess-the situation gets more difficult once I have dependants. As I don't currently have dependants, my case is cut and dried, so it's a good time to get it done.
Only wouldn't you know it-the government changed the rules last year (because I'm an immigrant, and as we all know, immigrants are BAD. We're a drain on society. We serve no purpose, even ones like me who are unfortunately in the UK's highest tax bracket, which makes me shudder because seriously-I'm no JK Rowling here. I'm definitely not earning money hand over fist.) Where I should now have something called Unlimited Leave to Remain in March 2008 (also known as permanent residency), I new get the pleasure of having to extend my visa for one more year, meaning I have a 17 page form to fill out (new this year), I have a host of documents to send in (new this year) and I get to pay £350 (also new this year, up from the £100 I paid before.) Plus I have to prove that I speak English, either in the form of sending in proof that I went to a school taught in English or I have to sit an English exam. Angus is keen that I sit the exam, as he says it will waste the government's time and money and he would like nothing more than getting his own back at them, but I'm keen to just get the process done.
So I've printed out the 17 page visa extension application with an eye to getting it off in the post tomorrow, as I have to get some passport sized photos of me to include in the application. I'm a little nervous, mostly because anything this serious makes me nervous, but not overwhelmngly so-I did a quick tally of the points and I qualified again under the HSMP details. It's demoralizing though-I was hoping to finally get to be a human being but really, I'm just an amalgamation of points.
The whole thing is very, very tiring and intrusive. I also have to send in my passport and be without it while my application is being considered, and I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but my passport has been a major factor in my life for the past 9 years. It's stupid - and I swear I'm not being pretentious here - but I feel naked without it. I'm a foreigner here, and that blue embossed passport is one of my anchors to who I am and where I can go. The questions on the form are detailed and need back-up evidence everywhere you turn. An example of some of the questions:
Name: Helen Adelaide
Age: 33, but I'm told I'm a youthful 33.
Do you own your home: Not yet. You making me an offer here?
Are you employed: Yes. And Satan has not yet come to collect my soul on that count.
Please describe your educational background: I got me some learning. I went to school. I mostly remember my college years no less, and we're talking a haze of estrogen-related rage here, people. OK, so the degree is in anthropology and French. You never specified it had to be a useful degree, not at all.
Do you have any dependants: I have the world's dumbest but most lovable dog and the Angriest Cat Known to Man. Also, Angus is very dependant on me. He can never find his reading glasses, if you get rid of me he'll die in the confines of the hallway, never having found his glasses so unable to read if the lock says "Locked" or "Unlocked". And he's a British citizen! Do you want to contribute to a loss of one of the Queen's own? Huh? DO YOU?
What color is your wee: Not applicable.
Have you ever been convicted of genocide: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
This is serious!: Sorry, I wasn't making light, I just couldn't believe you have that on the form. What, did Milosevic try to get in the country a lot to work as an accountant or something? But no. No I haven't been convicted. Or even tried genocide, actually. But there are a few anthills I knocked out in the front garden, I'm pretty sure that the Antz population are up in arms. Does that count?
Do you fantasize about being in a Harry Potter novel: No, but I confess I nearly fantastized about Harry Potter once I saw those Equus posters, but then I remembered how old he was.
Please submit evidence of financial activity in the UK, such as official bank statements: Actually, most banks (including mine) do online statements, which I choose as I want to save the environment. What, am I going to be penalized because I'm a tree hugger? Is that it? Save the planet, save the world! Wanna' hear a vegetarian joke?
-H.
PS-Some folks have been kindly asking about a wishlist. It's proven to be a logistical nightmare too, so I've simply updated my own wishlist at the top of my webpage, and I think it should be working ok. I am not trying to pimp myself here, honest (although I can be bought. These days all it takes is some Fig Newtons and I'm your girl.)
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which doesn't explain why I'm drinking cranberry juice and writing this blog post instead of writing my requirements doc
Oh, oh, but you know what does explain it? Requirements docs are a total bore.
And I don't think you're being pompous in stating that you feel naked without your passport; if I were residing in a country in which I hadn't yet obtained citizenship, I would not only feel naked without my passport, I'd feel as if I were walking around with ARREST ME painted on my back.
Posted by: ilyka at August 02, 2007 09:37 AM (c5ADe)
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The sad thing is, if you were Muslim or some other minority, you'd probably be granted immediate citizenship. But because you're a Bad White Female, you have to get the government reaming. Imagine if you were a guy.
So, when they ask if you if you speak English, tell them "I reckon so" in your most redneck Texas drawl, if you still can. Kinda like that Korean stand up comic that was born in Knoxville, Tenn. Oops, on second thought, you might get deported.
Posted by: diamond dave at August 02, 2007 11:41 AM (ezJky)
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LOL I had similiar problems with my Dutch application recently - which they ****'ed up anyway.
But my application was only 11 pages and I didn't have to send in my passport, just copies of just about every document I could think of. Good luck!
Posted by: Hannah at August 02, 2007 11:58 AM (5w+E2)
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Reminds me of when my Brazilian wife applied for temporary residence permit here in Denmark. Apart from all the information they wanted from her, I had to fill out a 15-page thing about myself, where among other things I had to document that I speak Danish. They also wanted to know if I had met my wife before, during and/or after our wedding ceremony. But at least we don't pay a fee...
My wife was also pretty displeased at having to give up her passport during the processing, in exchange for just a handwritten receipt, and without knowing for how long they'd keep it.
Posted by: Mike at August 02, 2007 02:34 PM (yVrRZ)
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Gotta love those immigration applications. I still giggle every time I see the terrorism/genocide questions.
I felt more at the mercy of the gods when I sent my passport to the DVLA for the provisional license than when I sent it to the Home Office. At least the Home Office has a valid reason for needing it. The DVLA had my passport for 38 days (that whole provisional license process was a nightmare) and couldn't understand why I was upset that they held it for so long and was fighting to get it back.
Posted by: tanis at August 02, 2007 02:49 PM (6cH2N)
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I love that you are cheap.
Posted by: Teresa at August 02, 2007 03:03 PM (7S0W9)
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Helen said: "Plus I have to prove that I speak English"
This cracked me up! Why don't you just send them the link to your blog?
Posted by: Julie at August 02, 2007 09:48 PM (sXE2K)
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Yeah, my sis always has a hard time too and she's lived in London for 15 years, was married to a Brit for 6 and sometimes is a high tax-paying member of society.
She says trying to get to vote in the US elections, however, is the hardest thing in the world.
She has a hard time even though she is a woman (Dave) but Im sure the fact that she is black has nothing to do with it.
Posted by: That Girl at August 03, 2007 04:06 AM (s5Uyz)
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Julie-if they read how mental I am, they'd never let me stay
Tanis-I look at my UK driving license everyday and still-STILL, 6 months later-feel I owe some kind of ritual to some kind of god in thanks for it. Good luck!
Mike-you should've said no, you hadn't met before, but when you showed up at the wedding you both promised to be the ones wearing red roses pinned to your collars!
Posted by: Helen at August 03, 2007 08:54 AM (R7xxp)
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I was wondering how you were on the flood issue, but figured you'd tell us...
The passport and visa thing? Seeing as they won't let me out of Iowa, I have no experience. I live vicariously through the internet.
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August 01, 2007
The End
OK, this is the non-spoiler part. This part, above the jump. So no spoilers here, promise.
Melissa and I bought our copies of Harry Potter at the world's tiniest bookshop on the Isle of Mull. Truthfully, we hadn't expected to be able to buy them until we made our way out of the Hebrides, but lo and behold opposite the Isle of Iona there is a tiny bookshop. Said bookshop had Harry Potter-they had, in fact, opened at midnight the night before to sell it, and we got stamped verification of the book number we bought (I got book #55 from Fingal Arts and Crafts, Fionnphort. I think that's kinda' cool.)
Melissa started reading immediately but due to the fact that I am a grown-up who gets carsick I had to wait until the evenings. That night Melissa and I read our books and Jeff watched Star Wars movies on DVD. Angus declared us very boring indeed.
Melissa and I agreed from the start-we would not discuss the book until we'd both finished, neither of us would indicate where we were in the book or what was going on, and neither of us would discuss details until done. Angus had other ideas-bored off his rocker with us he'd grill us about the book, despite being one of the "I Can't Stand Harry Potter Club". So Melissa and I got sneaky.
We made shit up.
"What's just happened?" Angus would ask Melissa in the rearview mirror.
"Hermione's turned into a giant!" she said excitedly (relax-this is not a spoiler. This is the stuff we made up to throw Angus.)
"I haven't gotten to that part yet!" I'd reply.
"What part are you at?"
"Harry is teaching Ron and Hagrid Mermish!" I'd lie.
"Mermish? What the hell is that?" Angus would ask.
"Mermaid language," I'd explain.
"Oooh, very complicated," Melissa would intone.
"Isn't the book getting far-fetched now?" Angus would ask, confused.
We did this a lot. Throughout our lies, the following happened: Hermione died, Dumbledore died ("Didn't he die in the last one?" Angus asked. "No, Daddy, he died, was resurrected, then died again," Melissa explained), Hogwarts burnt to the ground, and Ron became a merman (or merperson. Whichever.) It was a fun game.
But then came the point where we both finished the book, and Melissa took it apart piece by piece (actually past the point of interesting in some ways but when you're 15, in a car, and in love with Harry Potter, I think there is no such thing as too much Harry Potter discussion). Which we can do here, below the jump-I have yet to see a site where people are discussing the book, so we can do it here if you'd like as I've read it and Angus (who also reads my blog and comments) could care less about the book.
So warning-don't click on the link "Want more?" if you do not want to know about the book. This also applies to the comments-comments will open up the extended entry. So I am warning you-below are spoilers. Click at your own risk*.
Seriously.
Don't click on the below if you haven't finished the book, as I go into some detail.
*This level of warning means I am free and clear, I have indemnity (at least in the state of Maryland).
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I read the book the day it came out. Not being one to wait in lines, I have Amazon deliver it to my door.
I must disagree with you here. I think it was a brilliant piece of writing. To plot out seven books that tightly and still have each one stand alone is simply amazing.
I didn't think that they were wandering about aimlessly. Every step brought them closer to finding the horcruxes. Dumbledore couldn't be more specific because Harry was a horcrux himself. Harry had to find out for himself, and reach the decision on his own.
The fiendfyre was just the sort of spell that Crabbe & Goyle would have thrown out even though they had no idea of what the danger was. And even if that hadn't destroyed the horcrux, they still had the basilisk fangs. So it wasn't really necessary.
Neville pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat, just like Harry did when he battled the basilisk in
The Chamber of Secrets, as "only a true Gryffindor" could.
The epilogue was necessary if JK Rowling wanted to avoid being hounded for more books in the series, though I think that there's more to be known--I also would have liked to know more about what happened at Hogwarts, but that's a different story. The actual epilogue was mush longer, and she's hinted that the complete version will probably be published someday.
Also, the book doesn;t say "they lived happily ever after", simply that they were still together. As my wife and will be celebrating our 20th anniversary I don't find the fact that Ron & Hermione or Ginny & Harry are still together even noteworthy.
Damn...I could say so much more, but I have to get to work!
Posted by: ~Easy at August 01, 2007 12:21 PM (X+de8)
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As my wife and will be celebrating our 20th anniversary I don't find the fact that Ron & Hermione or Ginny & Harry are still together even noteworthy.
See-I AM jaded! Oh, and congratulations!
And fair point about being able to string out a story over 7 (very long) novels. That took creativity. I don't doubt she's a great and engaging writer, I just somehow felt a bit...lackluster...about this book.
Posted by: Helen at August 01, 2007 12:24 PM (C6Kbb)
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I had to explain to my mother about Neville and the sword, too. Basically, it appears that the Sorting Hat magic trumps whatever the goblins have got. Too bad for them.
As for Teddy, it doesn't say he's actually going... maybe he's just saying goodbye to his younger girlfriend.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 01, 2007 12:26 PM (tie24)
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I seem to be one of the few people who liked the epilogue. I like knowing what happened years after, and the names of their children, etc. Have you read the articles where Rowling goes into more detail about the "19 years after"?
http://apnews.excite.com/article/20070730/D8QN3GB00.html
There was another one, but I can't find the link for it right now. Oh, Teddy wasn't going to the train station to go to Hogwarts, he was just seeing off Victoire, Bill & Fleur's daughter and his girlfriend. I was disappointed by how casually she killed off so many of the good guys. I generally liked the book, but like you said, not my favorite.
Posted by: Angela at August 01, 2007 12:28 PM (zx2WT)
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After the 2nd or 3rd book many Christians asked Rowling what a Christian (she's Anglican I believe) was doing writing books on sorcery. She commented, (not an exact quote) "People are going to be VERY surprised at the ending." At the time I assumed she was going to have Harry be a Christ-like figure (sacrifice himself to save everyone else and then resurrect). Apparently it didn't happen that way.
I'm curious if she did anything to appease her Christian critics. I'm not saying she should have, I was just curious if (as she said) Christians were "surprised" by the ending.
Helen, it won't hurt my feelings to have this comment removed if you don't like the subject; I'd rather have it removed than to offend. I'm not trying to start a "Christian" dialogue and won't jump in with a "Gospel message". I really was just curious if she had any Christian overtones or undertones (as she seemed to indicate she would) and don't have anyone else to discuss this with.
Posted by: Solomon at August 01, 2007 12:54 PM (x+GoF)
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Erm... that's exactly what she did, Solomon. Harry died and came back, and ensured the protection of all through his sacrifice. Sure it was noble and all, but I had the irrits with that a bit, and it felt a bit predictable. Though one little bit that made me grin - it wasn't actually 'good' that let HP come back; it was 'evil' (the big bad - lord voldiepants, as one reviewer referred to him) not really knowing what it was doing.
I have to agree, Helen, I thought this book was fine and enjoyable and all of that, it just wasn't so very thrilling. I get it's hard to write 7 books and wrap em up and all, but my sympathy for JK Rowling's position sadly doesn't make the book any better (not that I'm saying it's bad at all! Just not fabulousness distilled into book form!). And a few things I thought could have been better dealt with:
- the sudden forgivableness of the Unforgivable Curses annoyed me, not so much because good people should never be bad, but because when they are, it shouldn't mean nothing! The series has been all about fuzzy lines between good and evil and choices betwen them and stuff, so this seemed really odd.
- the wandering around in the woods seemed to assume that in order to communicate the length of time spent doing it and the demoralising tedium of it, the writing had to be long-winded and demoralisingly tedious. Good writers can communicate time passing without it feeling laborious like that. (Not that JK ain't good, but this was a problem for me).
- while I was glad the house-elves came out to join the fight, I was kinda bemused that they suddenly seemed to have lost their very strong magical powers. I mean, fighting with kitchen knives? I loved the whole house-elves have great magic but are *still* oppressed line, and though that Hermione's campaign might have been used to actually take that somewhere. A bit more directly.
- similarly, I had kinda hoped that the stuff they'd learnt at school might have played a bigger role; a bit like the fiendfyre coming out of nowhere, I kinda thought that maybe, you know, they might have a stronger puzzle to work out, like in the earlier books. Like you missing hogwarts, I missed those links back to their school-days.
- exposition wasn't good: really, relying on books, newspapers and—worst of all, in the case of Snape—the pensieve is just a bit clumsy. Especially given that so much of the plot was driven by that info.
- I was a bit disappointed in the way Snape died. I expected him to die after Harry had found out he wasn't evil, so to have it the other way around felt a bit too easy. Hey, I know Harry's had a rough trot, but it felt like the easy way out to say 'oh, how sad, it turns out the guy I've hated my entire life was actually good. Huh. Lucky I don't have to deal with the complexity of redemption.'
I could go on but I won't having already blah-blahed for longer than I ought to have. :-) But I found this totally great and amusing: http://diogenes-sinope.blogspot.com/2007/07/potterdammerung-mega-spoilers.html
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Yes, Teddy was 19 - and was just there seeing his girlfriend off. But I did expect Harry, as Teddy's Godfather, to have raised him - as Harry had hoped for from Sirius.
And yes, the sorting hat gives the worthy person what they need most - ergo - the sword at that point.
What was being said with the baby when Dumbledore and Harry were talking though? Is it just that voldemort can't be comforted? I didn't get that bit.
Posted by: Tracy at August 01, 2007 02:03 PM (zv3bS)
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Wildly Parenthetical-re: knife-wielding house-elves and Snape's death-YES. Very much agree.
Tracy-I didn't get the baby part, either. It also kinda' freaked me out. "Don't touch the baby! You can't help it!". My squick factor was high there.
Posted by: Helen at August 01, 2007 02:14 PM (C6Kbb)
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Okay. I didn't get the baby part either, but my friend's mom explained that the baby was the part of Harry that Voldemort had superimposed himself on, and that he had to let that baby die so that he could live and be good Harry.
What I didn't get was how Draco was really the Elder Wand's owner, when he didn't actually kill Dumbledore, and he didn't have the wand when Harry overtook him. That was a bit dodgy to me.
I did like that Neville pulled out the sword (as a true Gryffindor), since in some of the earlier books he questioned why the sorting hat put him in that house.
As for the epilogue, way too neat and tidy. And I'm sorry, but why are all the kids named for people in HARRY'S life? Where is Fred or ... Fredrika? HUH? Doesn't Ginny get a say?!?
My biggest beef? JKR came out and claimed TWO main characters were going to die in this book. My death count was at 9 (including Hedwig), and I'd count at least 5 of those as pretty substantial characters. This made me extremely grumpy, and often made me loudly yell "are you KIDDING ME WOMAN?" Also, I really loved how it was all battle battle battle, oh by the way Tonks & Lupin are dead, good guys win.
Posted by: amy t. at August 01, 2007 03:22 PM (3dOTd)
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WildlyParenthetical,
You're not just yanking my chain like Helen and Melissa were doing to Angus are you?
My daughters (12 & 10) never took an interest in HP even though our next door neighbor (14) did. It's just as well. It's hard enough getting the black & white, good & evil thing across to them sometimes. I'd hate to have to deal in shades of grey before they're ready.
Posted by: Solomon at August 01, 2007 03:31 PM (x+GoF)
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Ooh, I really liked it. I don't know that it's my favorite or anything (I intend to go back and reread them all in case I missed anything). I did spend most of the last book though trying to figure out how Snape could possibly redeem himself since I refused to believe he was evil. I have mixed feelings about the epilogue, but overall I understand why she felt she had to have it.
I also would love to have seen more about Hogwarts and its goings on while Harry wasn't there. And maybe more about a young Dumbledore or something. Maybe.
Posted by: Erin at August 01, 2007 04:17 PM (VkeXi)
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I must confess, I was super impatient for the book, so I found the leaked copy online and began reading what turned out to be the actual book on Wednesday before it was released.
I loved the book, but then again I am a SUCKER for a happy ending. I loved that H/R/H fought with each other and Ron left for a while. I loved that they were stumped by the horcruxes. I loved that Neville turned out to be the big hero.
Mostly. I really loved how she made Dumbledore human, with wants and temptations and regrets. That was masterful.
The thing with Draco and the Elder Wand - Draco disarmed Dumbledore in HBP, even though he did't kill him, he was the one who separated the Elder wand from Dumbledore's hand.
And re: Harry not naming a kid Fred, according to JKR in the interview she did last week for the Today show, one of the details she had to cut from the published version of the epilogue was that George had married and had several kids, the oldest of whom was a boy named Fred. So Harry's kids already had a cousin Fred.
JKR said she had to cut a lot of those details, and it made her unhappy to do so, so she is thinking of publishing a Harry Potter Encyclopedia, containing all the details she was forced to leave out.
I actually liked that she never explicitly said (in the book, although she clarified it in the same interview) that the baby thing was the piece of Voldy's soul.
For tying up loose ends, there are a LOT of the missing details available on the web, courtesy of 2 interviews JKR did over the last week. There was the NBC/ Today/ USA Today interview and she also did a lengthy webchat with Bloomsbury(her UK publisher) and the Leaky Cauldron site. I don't have the URLs of either handy, but a quick google search should turn up the interview, and the webchat transcript is accessible from the Harry Potter link at bloomsbury.co.uk .
Sorry for the long winded spiel.....
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Posted by: statia at August 01, 2007 06:31 PM (lHsKN)
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Yes, I agree with a lot of your ideas about HP. Fred didn't need to die -- there was no real purpose in that. And Albus Severus is a bit much -- but I found the other kids names quite cute! Lily and James after Harry's parents -- too cute!!
I did not think that this book was as well written as many of the others. I think JK was tired and in many ways just wanted to get to the end. The story started out well but the ending seemed rushed and like all of the necessary details weren't there.
I was really thrown off by the Elder Wand and Draco but after doing some research on the internet that makes a bit more sense.
It is sad to see it end...
I'm going to see the 5th movie in IMAX on Saturday. I hope it is less disappointing than the this book.
Posted by: Jamie at August 01, 2007 07:35 PM (cto+Q)
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I love you, H, but I totally disagree. I loved this book. I loved the cheesey ending, I loved that everything came out ok in the end. Oh, and she does say that Teddy was there "seeing Victoire off" to school, so she's in school but he's done. I have expounded on my blog and it would take up your whole bandwidth because I'm a certified Harry Potter nerd. You are very right about one thing: The first thing Albus Severus should do when he gets his wand is totally curse his parents for naming him that.
Posted by: Mallory at August 01, 2007 07:41 PM (sjc/Q)
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I liked some parts and disliked some parts. It was very slow-moving at times and some of it was terribly obvious and not surprising at all. But other parts were very good, I even got teary at some points, like Dobby's death.
Of course that being said, I rushed through the end because I feared more spoilers than I had already gotten so I feel like I missed some parts. I'll probably go back and read it again in a few months. For now, I am Harry Potter-ed out.
Posted by: donna at August 01, 2007 11:19 PM (Kco5r)
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I agree with you on most of it. And I'm betting on Gluteus Maximus to win!
Posted by: kenju at August 01, 2007 11:25 PM (DBvE5)
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I closed my eyes and paged down through the comments so that I wouldn't read any spoilers, which I've been avoiding like the plague while my Potter reading has been delayed (I'm reading it now, though). However, if I were tempted to lie about Harry Potter's final go 'round, I'd have started making up pornographic crap such as:
"Oh, so Hermione, Ron and Harry have a foursome in the girls' bathroom with that ghost chick. I didn't see that one coming."
"So THAT is why Hermione has been getting such good grades. Slut."
Ehh, I'm pretty sick. But I have seriously considered creating a parody along those lines, although someone has beaten me to the punch a bit by writing "Barry Trotter". Truthfully, it's a weak, weak, weak parody and doesn't contain enough R-rated scenes.
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July 31, 2007
The Hurricane
I remember seeing a TV show once - I can't remember which one it was - but it was set on a Caribbean island with the threat of an oncoming hurricane. Said hurricane was blustery, tragic, and very dangerous. The islanders, in the move that was either a pure myth or an act of courage, tied themselves to trees in order to face the onslaught of the violent storm.
That's kinda' what our house was like as we got ready to launch Operation Duck and Cover.
Operation Duck and Cover is what I called the point in which the ex-wife (aka, the one I call the Swunt) was informed about the Lemonheads. I think every single one of us knew it was going to be unpopular. It was without a doubt that I knew she would be displeased in one way or another-I know she wanted a large family and Angus didn't (and still doesn't). It's not like I'm tremendously bothered she's upset-while I honestly don't want her to be upset because she's an important part of Melissa and Jeff's life (and she's a person to boot), I do have a feeling that seriously-life goes on, whether we want it to or not, and often the "not" means that adjustments have to be made. It's also a little hard to feel too sympathetic to a woman who takes great apparent joy out of soundly trashing my name and Angus' to anyone who will even remotely listen.
Angus discussed at length with the kids about how to handle things. After my father and stepfather, the kids were the first to learn about the pregnancy when we were all on holiday in Mexico. Their reactions were overall very positive, if in need of a little bit of reinforcement and support, which we give readily. We involve them as much as they want to be involved in the new babies' lives. Jeff in particular is very proactive about the babies and fully plans on adopting his upcoming new baby sister (he says because this way he can "stop a little girl from turning out like his sister". Whatever his reason, I find it very touching.)
Despite the pressure from Angus' Mum and his nosy parker brother, he felt the only input he needed with regards to telling his ex was from his kids, as they're the ones who have to live with the ex. The kids and Angus agreed that the best plan of action was to tell the ex while both kids were over here in Scotland. This so that she could have time to recover and repair her emotions, if need be, and so that neither of them were in the eye of the storm. Jeff in particular is an extremely, incredibly, ferociously sensitive young man. You never know what it is that's upset him but things get into him and they go very deep, to the point where he goes off the rails easily.
Angus drafted an email. He asked for my input. I added some, none of it negative. We then had a draft of an email that we felt was as hurricane proof as our tin shed could be-it outlined that lives move on, that he wants nothing but her happiness and would never want to hurt her, that he will be a father again but no matter what Melissa and Jeff are a huge, incredible priority for him and nothing will change that, and that he cares about his ex's feelings and respects her. We readied.
Then, when they were here, we sent it off.
He got a calm, composed email the next day. The ex wanted more detail. She wanted to know who else knew about the babies. She wanted to know when the babies were expected to be here. She wanted to know where the babies come from.
The "where they come from" fucked me off more than anything. I understood immediately that she thought we were adopting two children from abroad. Angus didn't elaborate on that point as he felt it was none of her goddamn business "where" the babies came from. He told her that the babies were coming the end of October. He told her that the children and his immediate family had been told. He again said he hoped that she wasn't hurt.
Then we heard nothing. We started loosening the knots from our ropes binding us to the palm trees. The hurricane, it seemed, was just a blustery day.
Just as the ropes came unbound, Melissa and Jeff went home, and it turned out the hurricane was over on their side of the water the entire time. Because neither Angus, nor his family, nor I paid for it.
Melissa did.
And days later, she's still under attack.
Apparently it started as soon as she got off the airplane. True, it was an evening flight and the kids were tired so the moods couldn't have been brilliant, but Melissa said things were wrong from minute 1. I was in the hospital then but Angus started getting text messages from her, and things escalated wildly out of control.
The long and short of it is this-Melissa faced the brutal storm of her mother's anger alone. Jeff escaped unscathed, but Melissa's insistence that she supports her father, me, and the Lemonheads has made her life there a living hell. The Swunt is adamant that Angus should have rung her at the earliest stage of my pregnancy and informed her of it in order to "limit the trauma on the children" (her words, not mine). And the truth is, the children aren't traumatized in the least-trust me, we check on this aspect constantly. They're more traumatized by the upcoming extension and chaos that will cause their visits here than they are a new brother and sister. His ex is also furious Angus didn't consult with her on the engagement before doing so.
"Shall I call her to see if I should have decaf or regular coffee tomorrow morning?" Angus asked grimly, on finding this out. "Because I clearly cannot make a single decision without calling her to confirm my choices."
The incredible amount of verbal violence over there has been incessant. Melissa's now off-line at a horse camp with her mother and brother and has no mobile coverage. She and Angus had been talking very regularly and texting often, him trying to calm her down and tell her we are here for her. We spoke briefly while I was in the hospital. She told me how hard it was there, how her mother's constant abuse about the situation was never-ending, that her mother is now re-hashing every sin that Angus may have committed ever and is wielding those like verbal numchucks.
I am still working on this stepmother thing. It's not always easy, but it's part of my job now, and a part I won't give up on. The big part of being a stepmom that I battle with is you have to know what to say and what not to say. Somehow, this is done intuitively. Somehow, this is done by rote, so that you do not cut great swaths across a family.
I do not say: Your mother is a fucking mess. You did nothing wrong. This isn't your fault that I'm pregnant. It's no one's fault but my own, as I am regularly reminded of. I broke this. I broke all of this, everywhere. It's just me. She's being a selfish bitch who's blinded by pain and fury and although she has every right to feel pain and fury she has no right to take it out on you. She doesn't deserve to have you two. She paints your father to be an adultering bastard who left her soul to bleed but the truth is she leeched out his happiness a long time ago and when they split she took every friend and family member he had as her own. Tell her to fuck herself. Repeatedly. And I'll send you that lip gloss I found for you.
But that would be continuing the cycle. That would be yet another on the world's longest list of reasons for therapy, that's the women of my past and the women of her past sitting around the kitchen table, wrecking a 15 year-old for her own chance of being free from the cycles that just never end. I want to cave to the siren call of my vicious rage but I know the result would be disastrous. I wouldn't say these things to Melissa, no matter how angry with her mother I am. I wouldn't do it to her just as I look back at who I was once and wish I could be there for her, too. It all has to end somewhere.
"Babe," I told her softly, fiddling with the tubes on my IV and trying to keep my voice low and even. "Your mother's hurting. I know it's not right that it's being taken out on you, it should be taken out on your daddy and me, and it's misplaced anger. I once had parents who were often on the warpath with each other, so do you want some advice? If you can, just listen to her being upset without taking it all in. DonÂ’t let it get to you. Don't feel you need to fight for your daddy or me, because we know how you feel. She needs to get some things out of her and maybe she just needs to know you're there to listen because she loves you and she's hurting. Just let her vent, and even if you don't agree with it, don't let it hurt you. Do you want to try that?"
"I can try that," she said. "Maybe that will help."
I have no idea if it's helped or not. We won't hear from them for another two days. The last words we heard were that things were still bad.
A hurricane I can face. The winds, they don't bother Angus or me. We've been through it all before and will undoubtedly face it again-the babies will be born. We'll get married at some point. Melissa and Jeff will get married to their own partners at some point. The Swunt and I will have to face each other (at which point I will be tranquilized. And I will have starved myself to a size 6, so help me God, before that woman and I are face to face over a white wedding cake.) We can take a lot. But what we can't take is knowing that the kids are facing grief that they don't deserve, I cannot accept a child getting pain for something they didn't do. I get it that the ex is hurt. I know. I do feel bad. But more than that, I feel a white hot rage that she would take it out on her kids like that, and all I want to do is damage control, which is hard to do when you're on bed rest and they're at horse camp facing a category 5.
-H.
PS-Yup, I did finish Harry Potter. Finished the day before the hospital admission, in fact. More to come on that, too.
PPS-As ever, if you have something negative to say about the ex, please try to keep it constructive. While I'd like nothing more than a bitch session at a bar, it won't help Angus, who's the one trying to manage the situation.
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This is why I've never had a moment's doubt that you will be a fabulous parent: Because you're already a fabulous step-parent.
that's the women of my past and the women of her past sitting around the kitchen table, wrecking a 15 year-old for her own chance of being free from the cycles that just never end.
I know 60, 70, 80-year-old women who still haven't figured that out up there, Helen. That's some wisdom you've got and I'm totally jealous of it.
As for the ex, I haven't got anything bad to say of her, although it would be great fun to commiserate with you about it over a round of drinks. But honestly, while she isn't handling it well, and though I obviously don't endorse her taking it out on her daughter, it may still be that she's handling it the best she is able. I feel sorry for her, and even sorrier for Melissa, that her best isn't very good, but that's humanity for you. Sometimes a person's best effort still falls way short of being even halfway decent.
I hope she finds some peace--again, more for your, Angus's, and Melissa's sake than anyone else's, but it's peace she definitely needs and peace I hope she finds.
Posted by: ilyka at July 31, 2007 08:50 AM (c5ADe)
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Hi Helen,
Great news you are home from hospital. Must rate as one of the scariest moments you could not wish for.
As for Angus's ex. Very wise words you have written, it must be very hard for you to keep your cool with her after the way she is treating Melissa. At least you have given both the kids all of your support and they know that their mother has to deal with this in a grown up way. It's her loss as all she will do is drive the kids further away from her and be less approachable then she already is.
Keep the blood pressure down and chill as much as you can
Robin
Posted by: robin h at July 31, 2007 09:42 AM (S4M8p)
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nothing negative to say, only positive words to the effect that you effing rock! and like everyone else here, I have no doubt that you will rock just as much as a mother to your lemonheads as you do to your stepkids!
Posted by: Sarah at July 31, 2007 10:29 AM (69KUi)
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Nothing negative to say, only that I've been in the middle of this sort of thing, too, and it's HARD--so good luck. I think you're handling it all with a lot of grace (and badassery.)
Posted by: Marian at July 31, 2007 10:59 AM (B+qrE)
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I think that your advice to Melisssa was dead on target, proving once again what a great mom you'll be.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 31, 2007 11:56 AM (X+de8)
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Regardless of how the ex is reacting, Melissa will remember as an adult, the support you and Angus have given her. As she will remember the treatment she received from the ex.
You are doing a great job of keeping your cool in front of the kids, and not bashing the ex in front of them. That alone, is a hard thing, but something they will appreciate more and more as they grow up.
Personally, I'd have a hard time not saying something to the ex myself. Something along the lines of, oh I don't know... get the f**k on with your life. But then, that's probably why I don't deal with ex's.
You're all doing the best you can, and I agree with Ilyka's assestment that a person's best effort isn't always close to halfway decent.
Good luck.
Oh- and don't reveal the HP details just yet, please :-) I'm hoping to read it this week!
Posted by: Angela at July 31, 2007 12:15 PM (DGWM7)
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Not that it is any of my business and not that i know anything but...
...I think you are doing an inccredible job as a step-parent and i am sure the Lemonheads will be the luckiest children around to have you and Angus.
In the meantime, i am sending you good wishes to help you all weather the storm.
abs x
Posted by: abs at July 31, 2007 12:37 PM (+gJH8)
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I would be the "Angus" character here. I divorced with two small children and then remarried and although my ex's new girlfriend-eventual-spouse hated our children and although my ex continually did things I thought were wrong where our children were concerned, I kept those things away from the kids until they were in high school and they figured it all out for themselves. To his credit, my now husband (the step-father) was golden. He hated the situation but bit his tongue and just loved the kids whole-heartedly as his own, only bitching to me in private when they had to go have visitation with their bio-dad.
As grownups, we've now gone through the dreaded "meeting over the wedding cake" three times now (our daughter got married twice). It is never easy, but for their sakes I have tried very hard over the years to be civil because, as you have very clearly pointed out, it isn't the kids who should have to pay.
I'm sorry they're going through this... I think from the things you've said you ARE a great mom - and step-mom and the kids are smart enough to figure that out. Hopefully their mom will get a grip and pull herself together before she implodes. I can feel for her, too, but wonder why it is getting to her so badly. Is she jealous? Hope she finds the peace she needs soon.I'm sure she loves the kids and would really be mortified if she realized what she was doing.
Okay, sorry for the long post. Just had to get that all in. Take care.
Posted by: sue at July 31, 2007 01:12 PM (WbfZD)
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I feel so badly for Melissa and Jeff. I know the ex is hurting, and no one can blame her for that. How many of us have thought we were moving on from a relationship only to learn that our ex was dating someone else or engaged or something else and then completely fallen apart? I know I have had that happen. Only I didn't have kids to consider when that happened to me. Hopefully she can find a way to soothe her pain and realize that she's got to stop this behavior for the kids.
I think what you said to Melissa is great advice and I hope that she can use it to make things better there.
Hugs to you!
Posted by: donna at July 31, 2007 02:25 PM (Kco5r)
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Helen,
I started to reply to this post here, but it simply became too much of a novel to fill up your comment space with, so I turned it into a post on my site.
Please visit if you're so inclined.
I just wanted to let you know that, as always, we support you through all these struggles and tribulations. I'm happy that you're on the mend. If there's anything we across the pond can do to help out, please let us know.
Posted by: Ice Queen at July 31, 2007 02:37 PM (AuzdP)
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My ex threw me out with nothing (although at that point, I was happy to go except for my kids), married the woman he had been seeing, and she immediately got pregnant. My problem with them having more kids was that they couldn't support them, and she never worked. Sure enough, they then raised my kids as well as hers on welfare. They made sure they had plenty of money to take me to court to get child support from me though, and I paid that till they were 18. Also kept them on my insurance till they were 25 although they would never use it, and my son has a heart murmur from untreated sterp throat. Now the child they had together is addicted to meth and is worthless.
To my credit, I never said anythig negative about them having more kids, even though my daughter was the one who took care of the baby.
I do not see anything like this in your future. I see happy babies, happy step kids, and the future is rosy. Trust me, when the kids are old enough, they will separate themselves from the negativity surrounding their mom, and go where it's a happy place. Your house. In fact, you might start rebuilding now, lol, you're gonna need the space. You are doing and saying all the right things. Don't worry, kids are more resilient than we think. Hang in, and glad you're feeling better.
PS, So did he have decaf or caf? LOL!
Posted by: Donna at July 31, 2007 02:44 PM (3ir3Z)
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Gosh, and I thought my wife's pregancies were stressful.
As my grandfather used to say: you poor dear.
Love you lots.
Posted by: RP at July 31, 2007 02:47 PM (op1yW)
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You said exactly the right thing to Melissa, in my unprofessional opinion. You supported and reassured your stepdaughter, and you pointed out a valid reason for the Swunt's incredibly bad behavior without putting the Swunt into a negative light. You gave Melissa the best advice a stepmother could give, all while passing kidney stones and having two Lemonheads doing a Bob Fosse kick-step. Ya done good.
Melissa sounds like a strong young woman. She'll endure her mother's abuse and probably forgive her for it, and she'll be strengthened by knowing that you are there for her and will give her your honest, best advice.
Posted by: lynD at July 31, 2007 03:04 PM (2F9Ak)
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I wish you and I could grab a round and sit this one out and bitch like there is no tomorrow, because boy could we.
However, as I woman told growing up that she ruined her mother's life, deserved nothing from her, and the like-I can sympathize with you (and loads with Melissa). I understand you wanting to just cut loose on the ex, telling Melissa all those things that are simmering inside you-but you are so right in not doing so. It is much harder to walk on the right side of things, but so worth it. Like I feel all the time, the cycle has to stop somewhere, so it may as well be with you. Your advice was excellent-and honestly the best I think you can do in this situation. At least Melissa has someone to turn to (you and Angus) who understands, and instead of feeding the hurricane you are giving her a rope of her own.
As for the ex-well, again, you have been hurt and felt betrayed in the past, so you can understand what the ex is feeling. Yet I suppose that does not help, only makes it worse, as you are trying to tow a line between sympathy and anger. But your heart and mind is in the right place and on the right people-Melissa, Jeff, Angus, and of course the Lemonheads. Just make sure your numero uno priority is yourself-cause if not, the rest of the cards will fall, and then there really will be a hurricane of the worst and strongest kind.
Take care babe-I am thinking of ya all the time.
Posted by: Teresa at July 31, 2007 03:15 PM (gL2x2)
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Well, this made me cry. I can't help but remember how my ex went ballistic after I left and my 17 1/2 year old son had to deal with the fallout. And I hadn't even left for good yet; I just said I needed space and was going to my brother's house for a few weeks and when he said "no", I left anyway. So since I wasn't there, he took out all his anger with me on our son; ranting and raving and saying terrible things about me.
Ray felt trapped. Ray felt...I can only imagine what Ray felt from what he's told me. And I only found out about it months later; maybe a year? He said he didn't want to upset me so he kept it to himself.
GOD!
I just...I never thought his dad would do that. I would *never* have left Ray there alone with him if I'd known his dad would do that. I just...I didn't think he would. But he did. Stupidly naive of me. And when Ray finally did tell me about it, I could see the anger and hurt on his face. And I seriously wanted to die right then and there because he said "why did you leave me with *him*, Mom? Why? It was so awful. You left, but I couldn't".
I can still see his face to this day. And I felt like the worst mother in the entire world.
Okay, so it's years later now, he's 25, he's happy, he's getting married next month and we are very close. I explained why I left and how I had no idea all that was going on and if I had, I would have done something about it. That I was sorry, so sorry. And he was old enough to understand so...it's in the past now.
And you are right, Melissa and Jeff will get through this too; you all will. But man, this entry of yours today just went through my gut.
What is so HARD about understanding that you cannot take out personal frustrations on your child? NO matter WHAT?! Why is that impossible for some people to understand?
Posted by: The other Amber at July 31, 2007 03:33 PM (zQE5D)
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I think you handled everything beautifully. You gave Melissa what she needed to see her mother's atrocious behavior as something else - the result of hurt and (possibly) immaturity about how to deal with such strong feelings. The ex seems to be a woman used to getting her way, and when she doesn't she appears to behave like a spoiled child (really trying not to sound negative here, just practical). Now, instead of feeling like she is the cause or should take on the weight of her mother's behavior, Melissa can take it for what it is - her mother's feelings exploding out of her. You handled it brilliantly; I hope it truly helped her and that the storm is calmer now where she is.
I hope you and Angus are holding up okay too. It can't be easy dealing with everything you've got going on. Hang in there, I'll be thinking good thoughts for you every day.
Posted by: Lisa at July 31, 2007 03:35 PM (e8V7B)
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I would pay a huge amount of money and possibly my soul to have you as a step-mother. Just be the one person that Melissa can come to and say whatever and still know she is loved beyond a doubt. HUGS to Angus.
Posted by: dee_guerra at July 31, 2007 03:54 PM (nvdWh)
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This entry alone proves that you are going to be a wonderful mommy!!
Posted by: Ms. Pants at July 31, 2007 04:32 PM (+p4Zf)
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See, this is why you rock in the extreme. You said just the right thing to Melissa. I would have blasted out that other bit, after all the years of BS and snide insinuation and general crap from the Swunt, I would have been at my limit. But you were totally cool.
And, you know, people like the Swunt seem to crave the reaction. What you told Melissa just nips that in the bud. Maybe that will help the storm to blow over. I hope so, for ALL your sakes, the Swunt included.
Have I mentioned how smart those babies were to pick you and A for their parents?
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 31, 2007 04:44 PM (/vgMZ)
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Kudos to you guys for treating her so well.
Posted by: Hanna at July 31, 2007 05:02 PM (lUH62)
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Has she absolutely no idea how much damage she is doing to this child?
Posted by: kimmykins13 at July 31, 2007 05:36 PM (IGRQ9)
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LOVES from Canada...all of your other charming readers have said what needs to be said. You rock... and your are fierce....the lemonheads chose a good mama.
Posted by: wn at July 31, 2007 07:22 PM (MlWdo)
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What they all said! Hugs!
Posted by: That Girl at July 31, 2007 07:40 PM (s5Uyz)
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I think what you said to Melissa was perfect. But I fear that she will need years of therapy to undo all the damage her mother has caused, and not only about this episode. Hang in there, Helen, she needs you.
Posted by: kenju at July 31, 2007 07:50 PM (DBvE5)
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I haven't the time to read all the very wonderful responses before me, who no doubt are saying all the things wayyyy better than I am, but as a stepchild, you said the most perfect thing to Melissa at just the right time.
Melissa and Jeff are not stupid, darling, just as we all were not as children - and that apparently we as adults sometimes forget - and they will see who loves them and who cares for them and who is not good for them all by themselves.
You have had a very hard road with Stepmom Status, but I know that if anyone in the whole world could do it carefully, lovingly, graciously, it is you.
Hang in there and batten down the hatches.
Posted by: Margi at July 31, 2007 08:23 PM (66God)
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Many congratulations for taking the high road in this situation and not blowing your stack and making things worse. I've said it before and I'll say it again: the worst mistake a parent (or stepparent) can make is to put down another, estranged parent in front of the kids. Even if said other parent is a worthless asshole, keep the harsh feelings to yourself. Let the kids decide for themselves what to make of the "other" parent. The more you and Angus take the high road and not overreact to the ex's fun and games, the more people will see the situation for what it is and side with you. And hopefully the ex will realize just how self-destructive her behavior is and mellow out some time in the future.
And if things get much, much worse for the kids to the point that their emotional states are being seriously compromised, it may be time for you and Angus to consider seeking custody of them. Of course, I have no idea how such laws work over there in the UK and Sweden, particularly between the two countries, so I don't know if such a thing is feasible. But it may be something to consider.
Posted by: diamond dave at July 31, 2007 08:45 PM (GF+HW)
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I wish I had something very wise to say, but this is an eloquent post, I cannot get over how well you are handling an impossible situation.
Posted by: Judi at August 01, 2007 01:30 AM (1/SXR)
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'Starve yourself to a size 6'?
You're too damned tall to be a healthy size six. But anyway.
Wise words to Melissa. That's the right thing to say and I hope it helped.
Posted by: B. Durbin at August 01, 2007 02:14 AM (tie24)
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Hang in there. I know how hard this step-parent thing can be, and I am so fortunate to have a situation far smoother than yours. Just keep loving the Melissa and Jeff, Angus and the Lemonheads. I think you are doing a marvelous job.
Posted by: sophie at August 01, 2007 02:10 PM (AY+fk)
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Feeling your pain...we're in the midst of another round of correction of the visitation agreement and child support - and it is SO frustrating the things my husband's ex will say to the children. She has no reason to blame me for anything - they were split up but the divorce wasn't final when I met my husband - and yet she seems to have as much anger toward me as Angus' ex seems to have toward you.
I've learned, in the last 3 years, to keep my mouth shut and do my best to stay out of it - but it's so hard. His kids live with us full time and visit her only on Sundays, and the stories they come home with make me livid at times. I've bent over backwards trying to be nice to this woman, and try to have decent dealings with her - and time after time she bashes me - or the latest bit, breaks into my cable account (she's a customer service rep at my cable company). It's just always something.
Hang in there...I hope Jeff and Melissa come home in a couple of days saying everything has settled down.
Posted by: Tracy at August 01, 2007 02:44 PM (zv3bS)
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After my first divorce I found out the man left me for another woman to have children with, and although I was devastated I never once bad mouthed him to another living soul that we knew.
I got therapy and badmouthed him to the thearpist.
Now I'm not even in the same situation, but heres the thing--I never wanted anyone to look at me like I was some bitter bitch (even though I sound like one now on my blog). I didn't want family or firends to think I was losing it..you know?
What irks me about this situation you're in...this woman is capable of sorting out her feelings and getting it back together for her own dignity sake but instead she's making everyone around her miserable. What's worse, she's doing this without regard to the emotional scares she's leaving on her children. She wants to play the victim, which is fine, she's been thru alot I get it. She's looking for any type of emotional response from Angus and now since she's realized she can't provoke a reaction she's manipulating the kids. Until she pulls it together for herself you will be dealing with her bad behavior forever. I'm sorry.
Thank goodness these kids have you.
Posted by: Heidi at August 01, 2007 03:54 PM (3edKR)
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Shes hurt, mad, pissed etc... the sad thing as adults we want to control any situation we are in. Her way to control this event is to lash out at her own daughter because she feels that is an area she knows she in in control of.
I am sorry that the kids are the ones who have to pay for adults in ability to handle things. And then we all wonder how as adults we are so messed up...our forefathers before us have pre-destined us to be disfunctional adults! Its a vicious cycle that I am afraid will go on for generations to come.
The thing is that she really is just hurting herself and making her own daughter understand just how strange and sad her own mother is and you don't have to say anything negative about her to them, she is handling that all on her own.
Hopefully she will open her eyes and see what she is doing is bad for everyone and just move on with her life.
To you and Angus and the babies and the children, enjoy life to the fullest and don't let anyone rain on your parade!
Posted by: Kitty at August 01, 2007 05:15 PM (58g4R)
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My parents divorced after many not-so-happy years together when I was starting college, and my dad remarried fairly soon(against all odds-- I really thought he was the hermit-type who would never give it another go). Anyway, I think you're doing great; saying nothing negative really is the only good policy and it must be incredibly difficult to go on as well as you are. If I were you, I also would avoid asking the kids to ever keep information from their mother; it's very stressful for them and it only feeds the fire of rage and paranoia on the ex's part when she senses something's up and then finally finds out what it is. It must have been tough for M&J to keep quiet about the engagement and the babies for so long, knowing their mom would react like that. I know you had your very good reasons to handle it this way, though, and obviously I don't know the ex. I deeply hope the ex will find a way to deal with her emotions eventually.
So sorry to hear about the kidneys, too; it must be terrifying as well as painful. I am glad you're home safe.
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July 30, 2007
Exhausted
I'd been struggling. Really struggling, like uphill salmon in the stream struggling. I'm prone to panic and depression lately as I try to figure out what's what. I'm over the moon that I'm going to be a mother but the overwhelmingness that is twins and the impact of twins has been taking its toll-financial worries, emotional worries, worries from a pure space perspective...it's all exhausting. Plus we had Operation Duck and Cover last week (more on that soon, but suffice to say that no matter how bad I thought it would be, the response far exceeded my negative expectations.) No matter where I turned it was darkness about the babies. Everywhere.
Even with me.
I had a minor meltdown Wednesday afternoon after the midwife appointment, when I couldn't answer basic questions. I have no idea how much to feed a baby. I don't know how to burp a baby. I don't know how to settle a baby and I don't know how to handle months of no sleep and if one more fucking person cracks a joke about how having twins means never sleeping agan I swear to God I'm going to hurt them in a very profound and permanent way. I was so overwhelmed I was drowning. The midwife pronounced the babies and I healthy and in good shape. Angus and I had a heated discussion, mostly because I'm in that "nesting" stage and not a damn thing has been done about their nursery, nor is there any sign of doing so, and it was such a priority in my head it was a neon flashing sign screaming "You don't know what you're doing, you dumb bitch!"
I was so tired of feeling so negative about absolutely everything.
A lot has been happening.
So on our return from Scotland on Wednesday (after the midwfie), we decided to take the kids to the movies with Angus' brother and his 5 year-old daughter. When we got to the theatre, I had to go to the bathroom, but unusually for me, when I got there nothing came out. At all. The entire movie passed (The Simpsons Movie, which I recommend) and my bladder felt so full I was going to burst. I rushed to the bathrooms after the film but once again...nothing.
I knew I had a problem then.
I told Angus, who conferred with me as we drove to his brother's house, where we were all due for a curry. We decided to bow out of the curry as Angus and the kids piled into the car and they dropped me off at our hospital, and Angus would feed the kids, settle them into bed, then come back for me.
Only he never got to come back for me. I was admitted on the spot, as by the time I'd gotten to the hospital I was passing blood, blood clots, and in so much pain I couldn't hold still. They checked my cervix and told me that the door, she was shut, and that the Lemonheads weren't currently on their way. But I was admitted because it was a real risk-the doctors were certain I had some kind of infection brewing, and in pregnancy infections can cause pre-term labor. They were so serious about it that I was promptly started on hardcore steroid injections designed to develop the Lemonheads' lungs as fast as possible, because there was a chance they would be coming.
On Wednesday I was 26 weeks pregnant exactly.
The babies are healthy and active, but they're not large. They're long and lean, but don't weight enough to have great odds. Their birth would have been a bad thing.
By 3 am I was settled in the maternity ward, in the antenatal wing. I was on heavy antibiotics. They gave me only paracetamol (Tylenol) to take. I spent most of that night on the toilet screaming in pain, passing blood clots with worrying frequency.
The next morning they took me for a renal scan. The doctors were convinced I had something wrong with my plumbing (wonder how they guessed.) My kidneys are squashed high up in my ribcage now, courtesy of my handbag uterus toting two little tykes. A scan revealed my right kidney was badly affected by hydronephrosis, a condition the doctors feel will clear up as soon as the babies are born and my organs re-settle where they belong. The hydronephrosis has resulted in a severe kidney infection.
Over the next few days, the kidney infection spread to cystitis, because misery loves company and because if it can go wrong, it will.
On Friday it all got much worse.
The ward was very, very busy. Women were going into labor everywhere. I stayed on the IV antibiotics and trudged painfully to the toilet often, hoping and praying I'd get to pee. The antibiotics weren't working fast-the strain of infection I have needed the one antibiotic I'm allergic to, so the alternate antibiotic was taking its sweet time. On the way back from the toilet I had a massive Braxton Hicks contraction.
But the contraction didn't go away.
I was soon doubled over in pain. I asked a nice midwife for some paracetamol and she said she'd bring me some. Before she could, two more women went into labor, and when the woman next to me started off for her C-section, a midwife passing by took one look at my face and then rushed to my side. By this time I was rolling around the bed in agony, sharp knife-like pains shooting up my back and my stomach one hard massive fist of uterus. I was surrounded by midwives as they swamped me with kit. My blood pressure was 145/100, a number that's extraordinarily high for someone like me who has very low blood pressure. The babies had stopped moving or I couldn't feel them through my steel trap uterus, I wasn't sure, but there was nothing happening in there.
I didn't know it at the time, but they rang down and cleared a bed in the delivery room for me. They were sure I was going into labor. I'm glad they didn't tell me that. I knew that the concern was I was going into labor, which again would have been a disaster, but I didn't know they were that sure I was headed there.
Then they got the monitor out to listen to the heartbeats.
They couldn't find them.
They kept trying. They barked orders for ultrasound kit. They passed looks with each other.
And I felt a kind of agony inside that I've never felt before, not ever. I'm a pessimist to the highest degree. I expect the worst to happen and I generally brace myself for it. But nothing in my whole tiny, insignificant little world, prepared me for the moment when the heartbeats of my children couldn't be heard. There is nothing in my little handbook of life that tells me how to handle that single moment when I learn that my children are gone. And there aren't enough synonyms to tell you how I felt in that moment, a moment which still seems suspended in time, and which will in the darkest of nights come back to me, unbidden, unwanted.
An ultrasound was found, and the babies were picked up. The one on the left - our daughter, the very active baby - had her heartbeat right away. She wasn't moving and was showing a high heartbeat level, but as I was in distress she was reacting to it. It took a minute to find our son's heartbeat on the scan, but soon enough they did.
And even though I was still thrashing on the bed in pain, I didn't care anymore. They were alive. That's all I cared about. It was as complicated and simple as that-they were alive. Nothing else mattered.
It transpired that the ureter between my right kidney and the bladder was now so compacted that stones were forming. The massive pain and symptoms I had weren't the babies coming early but of kidney stones coming. I felt incredibly stupid for the whole drama being caused over some kidney stones.
I've never had kidney stones before and I'd heard they were painful, but seriously? You know what I'd say about kidney stones? I've got one word. Motherfucker. Because that's the only thing that your brain can squeak out when those bad boys appear.
They broke out the party pack of grown-up painkillers, and for the next two days the babies and I slept through a haze of narcotics.
There are many things I will never forget-the kind smile and comforting hand of a midwife as she inserted a catheter on Saturday to help ease me. The feeling of alternating between fever and chill of infection. The resultant kicks the Lemonheads would reward me with when they heard other newborns on the ward. But one thing I'll remember is late Saturday, after Angus had left upon the closing of visiting hours. I hadn't felt the babies in a while, the drugs were making us all too drowsy, and I worried about them because if you don't feel them for a while you imagine the worst, so I got out my iPod.
There's a song I heard by chance when this IVF round started. I heard it and I listened to it constantly, as it's a sweet, calming, pure song that goes in one ear and right out the top of your toe, massaging every nerve in comfort on its way out. I listened to this song through the shots, the surgeries, the positives, the scans, the scares. This song has been with the Lemonheads since before their existence. I got the headphones and placed one beside one baby, one beside the other.
I hit play.
I heard the song myself as I watched the slide move, indicating the song was playing.
I waited.
And waited.
Then I felt it - a flutter from the left. A kick from the right. Mama, we're sleepy.
I smiled as the song ended, then plugged the iPod into my own ears and fell back asleep listening to the song.
My priorities have changed. The nursery no longer matters to me. The babies can have a crib in the study for all I care, maybe it's not painted, maybe nothing matches, maybe nothing looks perfect. It's not important. My "high-risk" pregnancy truly has gone high risk now, as although we're still working to clear my infections the hydronephrosis has me facing huge chances the infections will happen again. With infection comes the risk of pre-term labor. We really are at the point of counting down days, trying to get to a place of greater safety. From here on the babies will get scanned every two weeks as will my kidneys. I'm uncomfortable and in pain, actually. I'm exhausted and my body is in shit shape from fighting infection. I get tired walking from one room to another, and I breathe like a bulldog from the exertion of it all. I'll get better, I'm sure. As the infections finally go away I'll feel better and I will hopefully stop sounding like a pug dog.
And what's important to me is Angus' kids. And the Lemonheads. And above all, Angus himself (who busted me out of there yesterday and is taking care of me at home now). And everything else can wait and take a back seat while I bury my face in the smell of it all and inhale as deeply as I can. My feeling of being overwhelmed has blown over in a storm that consisted of electric beds, pink striped uniforms and needles. Instead I have a steady throb of greatest affection and of hope.
Many huge, huge thanks to Ilyka for being a fantastic guest poster and a great friend. I can never repay you babe. How about a round of applause for her?
Thanks for being great out there. Thanks for the well-wishes. Thanks for the support.
And thanks to the midwives out there, with their kind eyes and gentle hands. I appreciate you.
-H.
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I am glad you are home and on the mend!
Posted by: justme at July 30, 2007 09:31 AM (DK4ZC)
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So sorry the pregnancy is getting even more complicated. I am glad you are back home and the infection is gone. Take extra good care of yourself.
Posted by: marie-baguettte at July 30, 2007 10:08 AM (BNqmF)
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So glad you're home..nothing makes you feel better than being home. Take really good care of yourself and the lemonheads and I'm sure everything will turn out well.
Posted by: Suzie at July 30, 2007 10:56 AM (YqqaU)
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Ah-ha, I got it wrong. You had the pregnancy-induced hydronephrosis and not the secondary-to-infection hydronephrosis. How nice of me to mess that up for your readers!
Well, here is fervently hoping El Hydro doesn't come back in any form whatsoever.
I felt incredibly stupid for the whole drama being caused over some kidney stones.
Yeah, I was going to yell at you for this?* But you got it right: MOTHERFUCKER. "Kidney stones" are the favorite thing of hardcore junkies to fake after "migraine headache," and because why? Because kidney stones and migraine headaches are the two most painful things that (1) just about guarantee you narcotics and (2) are difficult to diagnose via imaging (a CT head will not show a migraine in action, and neither a KUB nor a CT-IVP are guaranteed to show stones, even if they are there).
Kidney stones are excruciatingly painful, is what I'm saying, and don't ever feel bad complaining about them. It's only natural to do so.
*Not really.
Posted by: ilyka at July 30, 2007 11:04 AM (c5ADe)
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Welcome back, babe.
Kidney stones... *shudders.*
Posted by: redsaid at July 30, 2007 11:29 AM (ycOyc)
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"I have no idea how much to feed a baby. I don't know how to burp a baby. I don't know how to settle a baby and I don't know how to handle months of no sleep"
No one does. It's part of the constant terror of being a parent. You'll do fine.
Kidney stones...yikes! I have no words. I think that "motherfucker! was probably appropriate.
But you didn't answer the question that I really wanted the answer to: Did you finish
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"?
Posted by: ~Easy at July 30, 2007 11:58 AM (X+de8)
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Oh my dear! I've been away all weekend and worrying for you and the lemon heads. I'm glad their hanging in, and hopefully things will improve.
As bad as the Duck and Cover may have been, at least it's done.
Take care and get some rest :-)
Posted by: Angela at July 30, 2007 11:58 AM (DGWM7)
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Helen, I'm so glad you're home and on the mend. I wondered all weekend how you were.
Try not to beat yourself worrying about all the how's of raising babies. I think it's something all parents-to-be go through and it's damn scary. You'll figure out how to feed the babes and get them to sleep. You'll make the finances and logistics of space work, too.
Posted by: selzach at July 30, 2007 12:32 PM (e7L5K)
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Please hold to that hope and great affection. I'm pulling for you, Helen. You are right that it doesn't matter if the nursery isn't done. The babies will not care one bit where they sleep.
Posted by: kenju at July 30, 2007 12:39 PM (DBvE5)
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Thanks for hosting Ilyka...good job.
I'm sorry for all your suffering Helen and hope you recover quickly, and (I hope you don't mind) I'm praying for you. : )
For what it's worth, my sister had a dresser drawer for a bassinette and slept in my parents' room. I'm sure the Lemonheads will have much nicer accommodations even if you don't do anything else from now until birth. : )
HOW to burp isn't a big deal...you can learn that in 2 minutes. THAT you burp them IS a big deal. We bottle fed Angel1, and I'd frequently feed her the entire bottle forgetting that I was supposed to burp her midway through. I can't imagine why she threw up on me so much. : ) We live and learn, and our kids grow up healthy in spite of our learning curve.
Posted by: Solomon at July 30, 2007 12:46 PM (x+GoF)
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I didn’t know how to feed the kid either – but the kid knows and they’ll tell you. Never burped a baby either, but you’ll figure it out unless you want to spend those precious possible sleep moments cleaning up all the spit-up. I didn’t know how to settle a baby either. Turns out, ours liked to be swaddled tightly and an upturned pinky finger (yours) in the mouth. Btw – we learned all of the above in the hospital before we even came home. Trust me, you’ll figure it out when you need to know it.
As for the no sleep – that’s why they tell you to write down all the feedings and diapers for the first two weeks. After two weeks, you’re still not sleeping, but you’ve adapted. She’s almost two now and I don’t guess I’ll ever sleep soundly again. Maybe once she’s married…
Posted by: Clancy at July 30, 2007 01:24 PM (X+xFB)
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Take care of yourself and those lovely Lemonheads... the rest will take care of itself.
Ilyka- you did good.
Posted by: sue at July 30, 2007 01:47 PM (WbfZD)
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What you do is tick stuff in their mouths. If they eat or drink it, they were hungry. After a few minutes, put them up on your shoulder, and pat them just above their butts. Alot of the time they will do it on their own as soon as you put them up there. You are bottle feeding so you will know how much they ate. Change when wet or messy. Bathe when stinky. On their back to sleep. Talk to them. Love them.
It's not rocket science, if it was, alot of us wouldn't be here.
Biggest tip? Don't worry, you'll do fine, if you tense up, they will know.....
You'll be great, but of all things for you to get now, damn.
Looking forward to duck and cover story too.
Posted by: Donna at July 30, 2007 02:19 PM (3ir3Z)
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Duh, STICK not tick, ack!
Posted by: Donna at July 30, 2007 02:20 PM (3ir3Z)
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I haven't posted on my blog in about a year so I didn't leave the link. I was wondering what the song was you were listening to.
Posted by: Melissa at July 30, 2007 03:22 PM (B3YpC)
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Glad you are safe and home; what an ordeal for all of you!
I am also VERY glad that this experience, as awful as it was, has at least brought you greater understanding of what's really important. As you listed; Angus, the kids, the babies. How to burp and "settle", whatever...that comes with having them. Everyone must go through it; all the pre-knowledge in the world isn't going to be the same as just doing it.
And it's really not that hard, if we can just get our silly brains out of the way with its constant haranguing about the "right" way to do this or that.
Relieved you are okay, Helen.
Posted by: The other Amber at July 30, 2007 03:23 PM (zQE5D)
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First off, thanks so much to Ilyka, whose posts I enjoyed while you were away. ::: throws single roses and applauds ::: Well done.
Next, I'm so very glad you're home where you can really rest and recuperate. I can't imagine dealing with kidney stones and the worry of premature labor - the mental anguish alone must have been completely debilitating.
I'm glad Operation Duck and Cover is over, and sorry it wasn't less messy. She doesn't sound like a very stable or confident person on her own, so I guess messy might be par for the course. I'm proud of all of you for getting it out of the way. She may never love your babies, but she will have to learn to accept their existence, and Angus' kids seem to be able to be strong due to their being confident in your love for them. This is a good thing.
I will admit to wondering if you finished the HP book as well, but if you did it must have been before you returned from Scotland into complete chaos. I read it last week and thought about you and wondered if you were reading it too. I would imagine you didn't read much in the hospital. One question - what was the song in the iPod? I don't remember reading about there being a special song - maybe you want to keep that detail to yourself? I suppose you *are* allowed to do that now and then. LOL You're so generous with sharing other bits with everyone.
Long comment, sorry. But I missed you and was worried about you. I'm glad you're back, now rest and take care of yourself and those babies. Try not to worry about the mechanics of taking care of babies after their birth - it really does all fall into place while you're in a haze, and you come out of the fog just *knowing* what to do somehow. It will all be okay in the long run, you'll see. (I was going to mention sleeping in a dresser drawer but Solomon beat me to it.)
Posted by: Lisa at July 30, 2007 03:30 PM (e8V7B)
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Oh my poor Helen-what hell you have been through!
My sister has a small framed quote my mom gave her when she had her son. I think it sums it all up:
"Making the decision to have a child--it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."
She gave my this one when I had my daughter:
“No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.“
You are going to be a great mom. It all falls into place once they are in your arms. Trust. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, and I am a totally bitchin' mom.
And Ilyka? You rocked the house-thanks.
Posted by: Teresa at July 30, 2007 04:39 PM (ytLPx)
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Let me edit myself:
You already are a great mom.
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I'll pass on assvice, if that is the right term for this. Mothering is nothing more than a learned skill. Your love and devotion to them is visceral and fierce, but taking care of them is something you learn and get in the habit of. Take the class on the basics if there is one for stuff like burping techniques and bathing and diapering if you feel like you don't know how to do that stuff. And they'll show you in the hospital after you deliver,I am sure.
Bridget is nine months old and I still don't know how much to feed her, if that makes you feel any better! I just call the pediatrician a lot.
I'm hoping that you feel better soon and that the Lemonhead gets off your ureter soon so you can pee pain-free. Thinking of you!
Posted by: donna at July 30, 2007 05:22 PM (Kco5r)
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Well, if anything prepared you for labor, I'm guessing the kidney stones did. I've never had one but have heard they're terribly painful. Good to hear you're all doing (moderately) well.
In all the noise and haste, did Angus end up telling the ex-wife about the Lemonheads?
Posted by: Tracy at July 30, 2007 05:38 PM (zVCYR)
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What Teresa said. You are already a great Mom. So what if you aren't yet sure of the nuts and bolts? I suspect they'll teach you what you need to know. And if not, their Daddy will help.
Super Fabulous Wonderful Happy that you're home and getting well. All my love.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 30, 2007 05:46 PM (/vgMZ)
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I'm so sorry about the kidney stones; I unfortunately remember the agony too well. That memory is likely to remain after I've forgotten how to tie my shoes.
I'm extra glad that the Lemonheads are okay. I especially liked this comment:
They were alive. That's all I cared about. It was as complicated and simple as that-they were alive. Nothing else mattered.
As I've mentioned before, you're already a mother. Putting the health and safety of your kids before everything else merely reaffirms this. And I think that your children will be profoundly lucky to have you as their mother.
Take care. And stay away from more kidney stones.
Posted by: physics geek at July 30, 2007 07:02 PM (MT22W)
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A friend of mine had hydronephrosis late in her pregnancy as well. She was hospitalized for a few days. In the end she had a smooth delivery and no recurrence of the infection. I really wish you the best and that you stay very healthy as you await your little ones' arrival.
Posted by: Gabriella at July 30, 2007 07:23 PM (5/LCh)
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Many thanks to Ilyka, who did commendably well despite my throwing temper tantrums over your goddam fucking shitass blog antispam program that tried to nuke me. (damn, there I go again. Sorry.) I'm sorry to hear of the pain you're in, as well as the pain of suffering those that don't support you or your life (duck and cover, huh?) and I sincerely hope things will improve for you and your family, and that the twins will be born healthy. I look forward to the future when you can blog about the joys of motherhood and the love of your babies.
And if you haven't already, check out the post where Ilyka told us to say nice things about you. I had a few things, and many others did too. Something to cheer you up.
Posted by: diamond dave at July 30, 2007 08:44 PM (V9zMt)
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Diamond Dave - Ilyka sent me the link from Love Helen Friday.
You lot made me cry.
Good tears.
I don't deserve any of you or the nice things that were said, but I'm awfully damn glad you're here with me.
PS-sorry about the fucked up anti-spam. I am migrating the blog at some point in a drama-free future, at which point I encourage any words you can think of throwing at it.
Posted by: Helen at July 30, 2007 09:20 PM (C6Kbb)
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Dude. You're going to be a fantastic mama. No one knows what the hell we're doing when they first hand us our kids, it's an on the fly lesson, but you figure it out as you go. You love them, that's the most important thing.
Well that and if you put boy lemonhead in a sweater vest, I'm disowning you.
Posted by: statia at July 30, 2007 10:10 PM (lHsKN)
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So when I finally checked in to my flickr page, after a long computer-hiatus, and saw the picture from your hospital bed, I have to admit my heart leaped out of my chest a bit till I realized you were alright (or at least better). I'm so glad you're home and you and the little ones are safe.
Posted by: maolcolm at July 30, 2007 10:37 PM (45Ecv)
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As always, you remain in my prayers.
Posted by: oddybobo at July 30, 2007 10:49 PM (mZfwW)
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Oh my, I am sorry you have had such a rough go of things.
The babies will not come with any instructions attached, so you'll have your keen mind and big heart to rely and all will be fine!
Take very good care!
Posted by: Steff at July 30, 2007 11:18 PM (SrnvE)
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Welcome to the mama club. It's for real and you're gonna be a stellar life-time member...
Posted by: Marie at July 31, 2007 03:24 AM (OmG0X)
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They are going to be fine! I send you my baby-luck as the mom of a 27 weeker - who is now about to get his license and is 5'11"/132 lbs up from his 1 lb 12 oz 14" birth.
My mom, surprisingly, gave me the best advice about my tumultuous pregnancy and early deliveries. She said "When he turns 2 and is driving you nuts - or for that matter whenever his stubborness makes you scream - remember that this bullheadedness is what brought him through."
This advice has saved him many a time.
You are doing great.
Come real close to the screen and Ill tell you the Parent's Secret - we are all making it up as we go along. No two kids eat alike, digest alike, think alike, etc.
Dont let anyone make you feel like you dont know what you're doing.
Posted by: That Girl at July 31, 2007 04:59 AM (s5Uyz)
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Holy Christ girl, you keep scaring the carp out of me! Just for a moment there, in the middle of that post...*shudder*...ok I'm coming back from the ledge now. I'm so happy to hear that you and your Lemonheads are home now.
Posted by: Donna at July 31, 2007 06:22 AM (lQSbL)
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I am thrilled that you're on the mend and that the Lemonheads are okay. I had a kidney stone earlier this year and it was the most god-awful pain I've ever experienced. Thank goodness for pain medication.
Posted by: kitty at July 31, 2007 05:23 PM (Zl4mu)
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I had terrible Braxton hicks both pregnancies.
My Midwife told me to drink and drink water and lay on my left side...
she was right it helped.
The emotional side of pregnancy can be rough on some. It is called Hormones. Keep it in check....
I too was a frightened new Mother...as never baby sitting , never being around babies. Guess what they will let you know when they are hungry, and when they are wet! They will have you trained in no time.
One can go on 3 hours of sleep at a shot for a long time....
Good luck
Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at August 03, 2007 06:44 PM (TabtH)
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Oh my goodness... Please know that you and the lemonheads are in my thoughts...
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July 27, 2007
In Hospital
That, I'm afraid, is where Helen is right now (as some of you may already know). She's okay, if by "okay" you mean "laid up with
hydronephrosis secondary to a kidney infection." The doctors are weighing whether to do surgery to drain the fluid, but first, that infection has got to go.
The twins are fine as of this writing, but obviously this is an unwelcome development.
Helen, get well. We're all pulling for you and the Lemonheads.
UPDATE 29 July 2007: Just had an email from her with two whole words in it, but they were the right words: "I'm home." I'll let Helen take it from here, guys, and thanks so much for not throwing rotten tomatoes at me. You've all been heaps of fun.
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Oh, no!
Wishing her a very speedy recovery!
Posted by: redsaid at July 27, 2007 10:00 AM (ycOyc)
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Ay ay ay! Hope you feel better soon, H.
Posted by: Marian at July 27, 2007 10:51 AM (B+qrE)
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Oh my, that's scary. I hope you're well soon, Helen!
(Ilyka, you're doing great with the updates, btw.
Posted by: Opal at July 27, 2007 11:04 AM (YSz9t)
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hope you are feeling better soon, helen.
Posted by: jade at July 27, 2007 11:09 AM (f9G4W)
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My thoughts are with all of them.
Get better soon H!
Posted by: justme at July 27, 2007 11:10 AM (DK4ZC)
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Sending you all my best wishes. Hope you are well soon.
Posted by: Gwyneth at July 27, 2007 11:51 AM (ujvNt)
Posted by: ~Easy at July 27, 2007 11:53 AM (X+de8)
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sending happy thoughts your way
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 27, 2007 12:32 PM (+MvHD)
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I hope you'll soon be back to good health, Helen.
Posted by: kenju at July 27, 2007 12:32 PM (DBvE5)
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Yikes. Best wishes, Helen. Get well quickly and hang on to the Lemonheads tight tight tight.
Posted by: Sarah at July 27, 2007 12:36 PM (P+c18)
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Oh no! Get better soon Helen!
Posted by: geeky at July 27, 2007 01:10 PM (ziVl9)
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Get well soon Helen! {{Hugs}}
Posted by: pam at July 27, 2007 01:12 PM (l6NIn)
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Get well soon, Helen. As for the Lemonheads, hold tight, little ones.
*hugs*
Posted by: Amanda at July 27, 2007 01:20 PM (ay+rD)
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Hang in there Helen, and you too Lemonheads. Sending you nothing put good thoughts across the pond...
Thanks for the update Ilyka-it is much appreciated.
Posted by: Teresa at July 27, 2007 01:49 PM (+wM+g)
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Get Well Soon Helen - We miss you!
Posted by: kimmykins13 at July 27, 2007 01:54 PM (HUKlZ)
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Get well soon, Helen. I'm sending good thoughts for you, Angus and the Lemonheads.
Posted by: sselzach at July 27, 2007 02:38 PM (A2sAN)
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Oh my! I am sending all the happy, healthy, healing thoughts I can your way.
Thanks for updating us, Ilyka - very thoughtful.
Posted by: Lisa at July 27, 2007 03:10 PM (e8V7B)
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Well CRAP! That's just not fair!
I am seriously pissed off that this is happening to you!
I hope you get past this pronto, Helen. You deserve all good things. Get better and come home soon. You are greatly missed.
Posted by: The other Amber at July 27, 2007 03:58 PM (zQE5D)
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Oh, jeez. Lots of love, my friend. I hope you get better soon and that your babies are fine.
Posted by: RP at July 27, 2007 06:28 PM (op1yW)
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*sending my love and prayers*
Posted by: Margi at July 27, 2007 06:45 PM (3ExiX)
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Yikes - that's certainly not a good way to wind up a vacation. Just wanted to add hopes that you'll be feeling better and the kiddos are fine.
Posted by: Tracy at July 27, 2007 07:32 PM (zv3bS)
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sending love to you and the babies, helen!! oxoxox
Posted by: leah at July 27, 2007 09:06 PM (MLOqc)
Posted by: Mike at July 27, 2007 10:41 PM (dwnKW)
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Hope you are home soon and all is well.
Posted by: nickel1942 at July 27, 2007 11:12 PM (57XtT)
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::checking back, hoping for news and still thinking good healing thoughts ::
Thinking of you all!
Posted by: Lisa at July 28, 2007 03:59 AM (e8V7B)
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Posted by: Jennifer at July 28, 2007 09:49 PM (RlFqM)
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Helen. Hope you are ok and the Lemonheads. Hospitals are not fun.
Positives thoughts to you and the LH's and Angus and Gorby...
Posted by: sara jane at July 29, 2007 02:20 PM (UKxjN)
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Thinking of and praying for you. Get well!
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Posted by: That Girl at July 29, 2007 10:33 PM (QzfsY)
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It was fun while it lasted Ilyka...
And Helen, SO GLAD you are home!!
Posted by: Teresa at July 30, 2007 01:32 AM (75ING)
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Hooray! Thanks so much for the update, Ilyka. Happy to hear you're home now, Helen!
Posted by: Lisa at July 30, 2007 05:13 AM (e8V7B)
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YAAAAAY! Ilyka, you just made my day!
So glad you're home and presumably doing much better. Kisses and (very gentle) hugs for you and A and the Lemonheads.
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July 26, 2007
Two Stories
I don't feel as though I've contributed much during my time here (it would have been nice, for example, had I remembered when I agreed to guest-blog for Helen that I was going to be out of town without internet access for a couple of days during the same time she was absent), but luckily this is the internet and so I found a couple of pieces by others that you might like to read.
They are stories, haunting and somewhat melancholy stories, but beautifully crafted ones, and I don't think either will leave you too bummed out.
The Pond, by Chris Clarke at Creek Running North:
Gregory lived in the tall grass now, but Leah could not find him. She peered between the clumps of big bluestem, called him out into the rocky clearing at the pondÂ’s edge, but he did not answer her. Her right arm buzzed bright with pain, pink and fiery, concentric arcs where red metal had branded her the day before.
She looked for him among the cattails, their fat seed heads burst open and bleeding down. He wasnÂ’t there. There were only the cattail shoots and sedges between them, their stems bespattered with drying duckweed blown up onto them in last nightÂ’s storm.
Emerging Bones, by Theriomorph:
I was dizzy all the time and kept having this problem with all the oxygen in the world disappearing very suddenly and the concomitant sensation of a vacuum around me that imploded my chest and then I couldnÂ’t breathe and everything would go dim and fuzzy except the jagged violence of my own heartbeat which would grow deafening, aggressive, a crashing of horror and rage that dragged my vision down some long tunnel into tiny pinpricks of red, throbbing in irregular beat.
They call these panic attacks, of the Post Traumatic Stress variety.
This happened when I woke up from the dreams of pushing his dirt-encrusted tongue back into his mouth, or giant animals made out of metal crushing him at forestÂ’s edge, or searching for his killer on high hills and because I wasnÂ’t succeeding Shalom was fading from my sight and from the world.
Pop over, see if you like them. Both authors write rings around me, and yet it's impossible for me to hate them, because I am not really a writer; I am a blogger, and a reader, and oh, how I love to read a good story or two.
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Apocalypse Aftermath
I'm not trying to depress anyone, but I think I might actually buy this book,
The World without Us, now that I've read
the hype in Scientific American and viewed
the timeline of what happens to New York City once you vaporize all the people out of it.
I am a fun person to be around! You should invite me to all your parties!
I can't help it. I find this stuff fascinating. Oh, but quick note before anyone gets on me about it: Yes, I'm aware that Scientific American is considered a lightweight science publication; start my boyfriend's physicist brother on the subject sometime if you have all day and nothing better to do. Then, for bonus points, mock him behind his back because oh sure, that lame Scientific American, so lightweight--yet he's written articles for FOX News, of all places, and since when is THAT outfit a respected scientific authority?
Anyway, this will not be a rigorous scientific analysis. Why do I even have to say that? Because it's the internet.
No, I'm really just fascinated by the whole "and then there were none" idea. No more us. I don't know why I'm fascinated by it; shouldn't it wig me out or make me a little depressed? After all, I'm not a nihilist, nor am I a believer in the Rapture. Humanity's destruction is not something I look forward to. I didn't mark it on my calendar with half a page of Strawberry Shortcake stickers and little hearts drawn in red felt-tip, you know?
I don't want humanity to go boom, but on some level I guess I accept that it's going to. We're going to. Nothing lasts forever, although speculation is that fragments of St. Paul's Cathedral could endure for 15,000 years after we check out. The Brooklyn Bridge only gets 300 years of post-humanity survival; the subway system, a whopping two days. Did you know they're continually pumping water out of the subways? It's true--they pump out about 13 million gallons a day. Cut the power to the pumps and WHOOSH, it floods quick.
I always thought of New York City's subway system as an astounding achievement (and it is, I'm not taking anything away from it), but it's also a very fragile thing, like so many other human achievements. And just as we often do with most human achievements, we focus more on how impressive the whole thing is than on how fragile, how temporary, how dependent on our upkeep it really is.
And never even mind New York. What's London going to look like a century after everyone's gone? Rio de Janeiro? Hong Kong? Ooh, I'll bet Hong Kong becomes a real mess. It all becomes a real mess for a long time after, while the earth struggles to clean up after us and rebuild herself. And then, just as the hideous giant cockroaches are forming a symbiotic relationship with irradiated barnacles, the sun expands and blows everything up for permanent.
This stuff used to depress me when I was little. I would get sad. "But I'll miss us," one-half my brain would think. "But you won't be here to miss anything," the other, more reasonable half would counter. "But someone should miss us." "Who? And why?"
That's a good question. Why should anything else on earth miss us? (Besides pets. Let's pretend, for the purposes of not having me start bawling right here at the keyboard, that pets get Rapturized or whatever at exactly the same time we do.)
Yet I think it would be nice if we were missed, or at least noticed, after our departure. Maybe it's irrational of me, but I find it cheering to read that bronze sculptures could last millions of years, maybe ten million. I want to say, "Artists! Commence working in bronze immediately! The giant cockroaches must have reminders of us. Sculpt us wielding mighty cans of Raid, sculpt us with one foot raised and poised to stomp, sculpt us with broom and dustpan, triumphantly dumping into the trash bin dozens of maimed and murdered cockroaches."
I don't mind so much that we go. It's the part where the giant cockroaches take over that bothers me. I just don't like those ugly little bastards to win anything, not even a used-up planet full of plutonium 239.
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There was an episode of CSI or one of those kind of shows last night that I stumbled on to at the very end. Apparently it was all about roaches and their ability to endure. What I saw was creepy.
I'm with you on the giant statues of us with Raid cans and a raised foot. : ) Unfortunately, I think they'll have the last laugh.
Posted by: Solomon at July 26, 2007 12:33 PM (al5Ou)
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One of my all time favorite (if campy) movies was "Logans' Run" and it facinated me about how things could be in the future when we all are forced underground by our destructive tendencies. I think we all have a bit of facination about the "what if"...
Posted by: sue at July 26, 2007 03:10 PM (WbfZD)
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Nothing is permanant, even the Pyrimad. Speaking of the Pyrimad, every civilization is worry about what happen after they die. We should be building more monuments to ourself. Dig a big circular lake and fill it with Mercury, the effect is spectacular. Oop, been done somewhere in China a few milleniums ago.
I agree that our achievements are fragile, and they are more impressive because of it. Our civilization is probably the first to think more about the here and now then the after life. We don't built gigantic monuments dispicting our glories to ensure that future generation don't forget, and that may be our downfall.
The world is getting too dangerous to be left divided into warring states. It is time for one strong military leader to rise up and unified the world and ensure humanity continue dominate over the giant cockroaches.
Posted by: Anh at July 26, 2007 04:08 PM (OPL/7)
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I have a subscription to SA and I have not read that yet. I'll remedy that tomorrow.
Posted by: kenju at July 27, 2007 03:02 AM (DBvE5)
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I read that article, its kind of facinating to think the earth could heal itself so quickly. Im with you, I dont want anything crazy bad happening to us, but like you said, nothing lasts forever. Im hoping it wont be the cockroaches tho...
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July 24, 2007
Where Are You From?
This was an easy question for me to answer as a child the first time we moved. It stayed manageable the second time. By the third time, however, this started happening:
"Where are you from?"
"New Jersey."
"You don't sound like you're from New Jersey."
"Well, that's where I'm from originally. I moved here from San Diego."
It went no better if instead of "New Jersey" I just said "San Diego," if you were about to suggest that.
"Oh, my aunt lives there! Do you know [something I would only know if I'd lived there all my life]?"
"Uh, no. We only lived there the last year and a half or so."
"Oh. Well, where'd you live before that?"
You can see how things got tedious in a hurry, right?
more...
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Other than a 9 year stint in Dallas & Denton, Texas I have lived my whole life in St. Louis. I love it here, and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else again.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 25, 2007 12:04 PM (X+de8)
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Where I've lived:
New Jersey (birth - 7)
Colorado (7-11)
California (11-12)
New York (12-1
Virginia (1 semester of college)
New Jersey (again, 1
Florida (18-30 and counting)
Where I'm from: everywhere and nowhere
Where my accent suggests I'm from: Canada, eh? With a hint of Joisey mixed in for good measure, because I choose to say certain catch phrases and pronounce certain words in the Jersey way, since that's where I'm technically from.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 25, 2007 12:26 PM (+MvHD)
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I've lived several places also,
Ohio (birth -2)
Kentucky (2-6)
Georgia (6-14)
North Carolina (14-now...27)
But when people ask me where I'm from I say Ohio. I only lived there for two years and frankly I don't plan on ever going back, but it's where a lot of my family is and frankly it's fun to annoy the locals who think Yankees* are the devil.
*I know Ohio isn't really what you would normally think of as a Yankee state, but basically translate Yankee into "anyone north of North Carolina and OH MY GOD CLOSE THE BORDERS THEY'RE INVADING"...
I do love NC. Asside from (and including) the occasional crazies.
Posted by: Erin at July 25, 2007 12:44 PM (HQy7k)
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I'm a Washington State girl myself...but I'm so glad I live in Florida....otherwise I never would have met my wonderful Puerto Rican husband. So, Florida we stay. I'm not to keen on the island, and he can't move away from the water. Our children will always know they are Floridians mixed with a pinch of winter skiing with their Northern cousins and a little bit of fall surfing with their primos de Caribe.
Posted by: nukeum00 at July 25, 2007 01:34 PM (JKeGB)
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I was born in Virginia Beach, VA but raised on the Outer Banks of North Carolina - So I was born and raised at the Beach. I went to college in Pennsylvania right outside of Pittsburgh. Moved to DC right out of college, got engaged to a guy in DC who was from Ohio - we later moved just outside of Canton. When that relationship ended I moved back to NC for several years. I was then offered a position at the Boulders Resort and Golden Door Spa in Arizona - so I moved to Scottsdale. I had never been out west before and it was such an experience! The heat in Phoenix was unbelievable and I passed out in July that year in a Fry's grocery store. I actually moved there in May and had a series of nosebleeds the first few weeks from all of that dry desert air. Yes, it took my body a while to adjust. I lived there for a year and 1/2 and loved every minute of it, made a lot of friends and got to go all over the west coast and Mexico....then it was time to come home. I missed my family. I currently live in Virginia Beach, VA.
Posted by: kimmykins13 at July 25, 2007 01:48 PM (HUKlZ)
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I grew up in a region of South Africa called the bushveld. On a farm. Outside a town so tiny it didn't even have a high school OR a video store!
Loathed it. In my heart I always knew that I was a city girl.
When I was 13, our family moved to the South Africa's administrative capital city Pretoria. However, my mom didn't want me to be a latchkey kid, so I went back to the bushveld and to the same boarding school my sisters attended 60 kilometres from the tiny town we grew up. I only spent a year and a semester there before I convinced my mom that I was far better suited to attend the performing arts high school conveniently located in Pretoria.
So that's where I went. Attended college there as well, then moved to glittering city of gold (Johannesburg) 60 kilometres away from Pretoria for my first job.
Moved back to Pretoria for about 10 months before going to Washington DC all by myself at the age of 22.
Spent four years in DC, then - major mistake - followed a boyfriend to Baltimore. Stayed five years.
Now my body is reluctantly back in South Africa (in Stellenbosch, in the heart of the South African wine country, just an hour's drive from Cape Town, which is our equivalent of San Fransisco).
However, my heart is still very much in DC. That place will forever remain my siren city. My best memories are buried in the nooks and crannies of that stately city.
Posted by: redsaid at July 25, 2007 01:51 PM (ycOyc)
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By the way, just to clarify something in my super lengthy previous comment: living in Baltimore wasn't as big a mistake as the person I lived there with! Baltimore is actually pretty cool, but my heart was always in DC. Still is. The love of my life is there. (Don't think he knows that he is the love of my life.) And it was obviously not the guy I moved to Baltimore for!
Hindsight's SUCH a bitch.
Posted by: redsaid at July 25, 2007 02:07 PM (ycOyc)
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Solomon's from all around too, sort of...
SC (birth-3)
ND (3-7)
LA (7-
SC (8-26)
NC (26-41 and counting)
I say I'm from SC, because that's where the bulk of my development and memories occurred. But I don't have a Southern accent, so I usually have to explain we moved around when my speech was being developed, and I just never latched on to the good ol' Southern accent...intentionally.
I think a Southern accent on a girl sounds pretty but on a guy sounds goofy. I don't think guys w/ Southern accents are odd or unintelligent, I just don't like it. Kind of like vegetables: I like string beans but not lima beans. Why not? I just don't.
Anyway, that's where I'm from.
Posted by: Solomon at July 25, 2007 02:09 PM (x+GoF)
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So many places...
Born in Kansas City, MO then moved to....
Portland, OR
St. Louis, MO
Thousand Oaks, CA
Arlington, VA
Charleston, SC
Detroit, MI
Houston, TX
Dallas, TX
Boston, MA
Dallas, TX
San Jose, CA
Dallas, TX
New York, NY
Enfield, CT
Dallas, TX
Dallas is definitely what feels like home to me. There are things about it I don't like and things about other places I do like, but for whatever reason this is just what fits.
Posted by: donna at July 25, 2007 02:26 PM (Kco5r)
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i'm in socal right now, but i will always, always be a missouri girl. always.
Posted by: becky at July 25, 2007 02:30 PM (jv5jW)
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I've just started writing NL/US. I lived in NH, USA until I was 13. Then my mom met a Dutch guy on the internet and we moved to the Netherlands. I've been here ever since - that'll be 10 years in a few weeks. On the one hand, am I really American, since I grew up with such European views? But then, with that navy blue passport, I'll never actually be European. So I write NL/US and just hope people don't ask for the life story...
I miss the mountains. Somebody once told me that they're in my blood - and I guess they are. Sometimes I'd do just about anything to get a few meters above sea level.
Posted by: Hannah at July 25, 2007 02:30 PM (5w+E2)
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I hate the "Where are you from?" question too. Up until a few years ago, I lived in Richmond VA with my parents. But before that we moved from the suburbs of Philadelphia PA when I was 13. If I answer Richmond, they say "Oh, your accent sounds like you're from up north" so I have to explain the Philly origin. If I say Philly, they ask me about things a 13 year old wouldn't know about, like popular Philly bars. And if I try to explain the whole Philly to Richmond thing? Their eyes glaze over before I've finished my sentence. *sigh*
Posted by: geeky at July 25, 2007 02:39 PM (ziVl9)
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I am pathetic compared to most of you. I was born in Jenison, Michigan. I grew up there. I lived in a little house across the street from my elementary school. I went to college a few towns away and lived at home while I did most of it. Then I shared an apartment in Jenison with my boyfriend. Then we got married and bought said little house from my mom and dad. And that is where I still live-now with my two kids that attend the elementary school across the street.
So yeah, through and through, I am from Jenison, Michigan.
Posted by: Teresa at July 25, 2007 02:48 PM (1dFtZ)
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I've lived in this city since I was five, so I guess I'm from here. I was born in a little mining town a couple of thousand kilometres from here but I haven't been these since I was two.
I don't entirely want to be here anymore though. It's my husband and his work (and the great economy) that keep us here, but given a choice, I'd take off to Germany for at least a few years. And living on the coast has always appealed to me -- I just don't think I'll ever be able to talk my husband into it.
Posted by: Tinker at July 25, 2007 03:58 PM (HGoEM)
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I have lived in Minnesota my entire life. I have lived in Sweden over different summers and Barcelona for a couple months one spring, and San Francisco for a summer. I am a Minnesotan through and through and I love this great state.
Posted by: amelia at July 25, 2007 04:02 PM (L2+hh)
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I never know what to answer the old "where are you from?" question anymore. I guess I'm "from" Connecticut, but it hardly feels like home anymore. I still miss CT and the Blue Ridge of NC - both have similar climates and vegetation. And I really miss the seasons.
I was born and raised in CT.
Lived in MA for a year of college, then moved with my mom to western NC and finished school.
Lived in MA for another 6 months, then lived in GA for a couple years.
I finally moved to FL for a job and have been here nearly 10 years.
Posted by: selzach at July 25, 2007 04:15 PM (2yHUA)
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I've lived in California, Washington state, Oregon, Texas, Mississippi, and Oklahoma, but I'm an Oregonian through and through. I love being close to mountains, ocean, desert country if I wish, and even rain forest to a degree. I could hardly stay sane living in the middle of the country without a mountain or ocean within reach.
Posted by: Lisa at July 25, 2007 04:26 PM (e8V7B)
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I was born near Bogota Colombia, but moved to the states, more specifically NH when I was 5. Have been there since. I'm not sure it's where I want to stay permenantly, but my job is pretty rooted in NH/MA/NY so for now this is where I stay. I contemplate living in Arizona, Cali and Montana... we'll see where I end up. But NH is where I say I'm from.
Posted by: Angela at July 25, 2007 05:03 PM (DGWM7)
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I have lived in Chicago, or a Chicago suburb all of my life.
Posted by: Theresa at July 25, 2007 05:51 PM (x1Vbp)
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You all just leave the best comments!
First of all, people who've stayed more or less in one spot all your lives?--I am jealous of you. That's what I wanted as a kid, to just stay in one place and really be FROM somewhere. That is so cool.
Erin:
But when people ask me where I'm from I say Ohio. I only lived there for two years and frankly I don't plan on ever going back, but it's where a lot of my family is and frankly it's fun to annoy the locals who think Yankees* are the devil.
I confess I went back to answering "New Jersey" sometimes when I lived in Dallas for just that reason. I still have enough family back east in New York that I can sponge up some semblance of an East Coast accent when I want to, so that was like bonus annoying points.
Kimmykins:
I was then offered a position at the Boulders Resort and Golden Door Spa in Arizona - so I moved to Scottsdale.
Oh, oh, OH, envy! I am a consumerist whore, I admit it, and I love the resorts there.
That dry air is definitely an adjustment. My boyfriend isn't used to it at all and always has to take a sinus tablet when we're there.
Redsaid:
However, my heart is still very much in DC. That place will forever remain my siren city. My best memories are buried in the nooks and crannies of that stately city.
This was really beautiful and bittersweet. And don't worry: I know what you mean about regretting who you followed but not necessarily where you wound up when you followed him. I've done that, too.
Donna, I knew you'd end up saying Dallas just because it kept showing up on the list. It doesn't say anything to move to a particular place but when you keep returning to it, that's everything.
Helen touched on some of the things I miss about Dallas (I Fratelli's, for one!) but anymore, living where I do, the speeding. I miss the speeding. New Mexicans do five miles UNDER the speed limit. I am used to people doing 20 mph over it--when they're feeling cautious.
Hannah:
I miss the mountains. Somebody once told me that they're in my blood - and I guess they are. Sometimes I'd do just about anything to get a few meters above sea level.
I love mountains and sometimes feel like I have to have them around myself. They're comforting to me, like having elemental earth guardians watching over everything.
Lisa:
love being close to mountains, ocean, desert country if I wish, and even rain forest to a degree. I could hardly stay sane living in the middle of the country without a mountain or ocean within reach.
Leaving proximity to the ocean behind was something I missed sorely moving from California. Everyone I've talked to from Oregon loves it to death and wouldn't really want to live anywhere else. I'll have to check it out some year. I've been to Seattle but that's as much of the Pacific Northwest as I've seen.
Angela:
I was born near Bogota Colombia, but moved to the states, more specifically NH when I was 5.
You and redsaid are tied for most radical moves, I think. All the way up to New Hampshire from Colombia! And both are also places I've always been told are beautiful.
You guys have been awesome. I am loving these stories so much!
Posted by: ilyka at July 25, 2007 07:46 PM (zPRu7)
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I'd love to share my various venues here, but the censoring program on this blogger has gone totally medieval on my ass. I've been commenting here for almost two years and NEVER had a problem before. Now I can hardly type shit.
Helen, when you get back, HEEELLLLPPPP!
Posted by: diamond dave at July 25, 2007 08:56 PM (13w54)
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I was born in Cardiff, Wales, raised in Johannesburg, South Africa, spent the last 7 years of my life in London, England and now I live in Sydney, Australia. I always say I am from South Africa but then have the inevitable "oh but you don't sound like a South African!" to which I have to explain that I spent the first 6 years of my life in the UK then went to SA and have been living in London for 7 years so my accent is very confusing. I guess the longer I live in Aus for the easier it will be to just skip over the London bit and say I am originally from South Africa!
Posted by: Sarah at July 25, 2007 10:56 PM (AHcm3)
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I'm an Illinois kid with a split personality due to living all over the St. Louis Metro until I was 28. Let's see:
Metro East: Centreville, Alorton, Washington Park, Cahokia and East St. Louis
St. Louis City/County: Mehlville, Beverly Hills, South City and Lafayette Square
I did leave the area for a failed move to Edinburg, TX when I was 10, for boarding school in Aurora, IL and college in Galesburg, IL. I finally left the area for good when I moved to Kansas City, MO for work and then to England for love.
It was much easier to say where you were from in the US than it is here in England. If I say I'm from East St. Louis or Cahokia (where my mom lives), you can hear crickets chirp. If I say I'm from St. Louis, you might see a flicker of recognition but it's rare. So most of the time I just say I'm from the Midwest and leave it at that because I don't feel like reaching for a map to show that there's life between the trifecta of California, New York and Florida.
Posted by: tanis at July 25, 2007 10:59 PM (AN/2b)
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Helen, when you get back, HEEELLLLPPPP!
Diamond Dave! You calm down this minute!
Let me go have a look at this mess. Oh hey, can you do me a favor when Helen returns, DD? Can you help me convert her to Wordpress? Movable Type suuuuucks.
Posted by: ilyka at July 25, 2007 11:42 PM (zPRu7)
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Damnit, I'm so right about Movable Type sucking: I forgot there is no "spam queue" from which to rescue your comment, Diamond Dave. No, the %#^& MT Blacklist just NUKES it before you can even submit it. And you know, and I know, and everyone knows, it probably nuked it because some idiot on mu.nu entered "the" or possibly "and" into the communal MT Blacklist.
I feel a hollering coming on.
If you have trouble again, DD, feel free to email me your remarks and I'll just force-post 'em, if you are comfortable doing that. I'm very sorry. And I swear, it wasn't anything I did!
Posted by: ilyka at July 25, 2007 11:47 PM (zPRu7)
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I don't like hearing the comments I get when I say "El Paso by way of South Carolina and Oklahoma mixed in."
So, I've come up with a solution.
When someone asks me where I'm from, I say:
"The apex of my mother's thighs."
A CONVERSATION STOPPER RIGHT THERE.
Posted by: Margi at July 26, 2007 01:00 AM (OuCik)
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Grew up in Sacramento. Lived in Washington, Oregon, and Colorado before my husband got a transfer... to Sacramento. Hmm. Not a bad place to be but I miss my friends. If I won the lottery I think I'd get a home in Denver.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'd get a second one in Ashland. Because the Oregon Shakespeare Festival just plain rocks.
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 26, 2007 01:36 AM (tie24)
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Sorry for the tantrum, Ilyka. I was getting ready to throw things there for a minute.
Okay, let's try this one more time.
Born in West Virginia, lived there till I was about six.
Moved to Atlanta (suburbs), lived there till I was fourteen.
Moved to So. California (Torrance), graduated high school. Went to college up north in Santa Cruz for about a year, then returned home to SoCal for a few more years. Moved out of parent's house up to SF Bay Area (Hayward), got job and lived there for couple of years.
Moved back to Atlanta (cheaper housing), rented place and moved in with girlfriend, got married, bought house, lived there ever since.
Probably will move in another year or so, probably Texas to be closer to family.
Where do I call home? Hell, I don't know, maybe Neptune. Sometimes I miss CA, being I've lived there longest and have lots of friends there, but never go back to live. I'm actually kind of partial to WVa (you get all four seasons COMPLETE, and the fall colors are absolutely fantastic), but there ain't no jobs there, unless I want to work in a coal mine.
My wife, on the other hand, was a military brat. Like the commercial says, she's been everywhere, man.
Posted by: diamond dave at July 26, 2007 02:35 AM (Y7S2g)
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I've lived in the Chicago Suburbs most of my life. The years in my 20's I spent living in the City of Chicago near the Cub's ballpark.
Now, I'm getting ready to move across country to the west side of Phoenix to be closer to my sister. I'm scared and excited all at once. I'll be happy to be away from the winter months, and I will also be happy to live close to my sister.
After 37 years in one area, it's time for a change.
Posted by: Heidi at July 26, 2007 05:41 AM (De/xT)
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I was born and raised on a farm in Denmark. At age 8 we moved to southern Spain for a few months, then back to Denmark for two years, and then back to Spain again, this time for seven years. At age 17 I went back to Denmark alone to attend boarding school. Some years later I spent six months in wonderful London. I have lived in eight different towns here in Denmark, and sometimes envy those of my friends who have lived in the same place all there life. On the other hand I wouldn't have missed living in Spain or London for anything either. My dear wife is from Brazil, but of Italian origin, so we are probably not done with moving around yet, either.
Posted by: Mike at July 26, 2007 08:21 AM (CGOCH)
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Fresno, CA: birth-1.5
Coalinga, CA: 1.5-7
Bay Area CA: 7-12
...and that's the easy part. My parents divorced when I was 12, so between 12-15, I split my time between Horrible Horrible Columbus, GA (Mom/school) and the Bay Area (Dad/breaks.)
At 15 I switched the arrangement to go to school in the Bay Area and graduated from HS with my friends--I can't say that I made any real ones in GA. Sad.
Then at 18-19, I spent a year in Luxembourg (Mom moved there for work.)
Moved to Atlanta for uni when I was 19--and that's where I live today. I intend to get the hell out as soon as I graduate--I have Southern roots all the way back to 1623, but I'll never be a Georgia peach.
Mom was transferred to Albania, so here I sit--it's summer break, so I'm here with her.
Top two places closest to my heart are the Bay Area and Luxembourg, and when people ask, I say that "I'm originally from Fresno, but I consider the Bay Area to be my home." It took me a long time to get to that--and if I'm telling a story, I'll eventually have to give a timeline of where I was living, 'cause it gets complicated.
Posted by: Marian at July 26, 2007 11:49 AM (B+qrE)
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Iowa, Iowa, and Iowa. I moved about 10 times throughout the state until I met Hubs (28 yrs ago)... this is the longest I've lived anywhere my whole life. Well, actually, we built a new house 2 miles from the old one and moved 3 years ago, but that hardly counts...
Posted by: sue at July 26, 2007 03:07 PM (WbfZD)
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I was an Air Force and an Army wife. I'm from nowhere, although I claim Texas, which is where I live now. Actually, I was born in Texas, traveled all sorts of places, and ended up back in Texas. I like Texas, especially since my children and grandchildren are here!
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July 20, 2007
Greetings from Your Very Apologetic Guestblogger
WAIT! Don't click off. At least let me say that I understand why you want to. I do!
I've been starting my Monday-through-Friday mornings with Helen's posts for four years now. Everyday Stranger is one of the few blogs I read where I honestly don't care what its author chooses to write about. I read Everyday Stranger because I like Helen, plain and simple. I like her writing style, I love her intimacy--you know what I'm talking about, don't you? There really is no substitute for Helen.
Hmm. Now I'm starting to depress myself.
I don't comment very much here, except sometimes to gush (over Helen) and sometimes to holler (at people I feel are being mean to Helen). I am good at the hollering. I had an email from a friend a few weeks ago that summed me up perfectly, though my friend was talking about herself: She said, "I come from a yelling family." That's me. I come from a yelling family.
Even the most obstinate descendants of yelling families, however, can burn out, and currently I am burnt out on the yelling. Besides, it's rude to holler at the regulars when one is a guest on another person's weblog. So be of good cheer! I have no plans to holler at anyone unless you insult Helen; and then, look out.
Oh, to hell with me! Let's just declare this a Love Helen Friday, can we? You can leave a comment telling me what YOU enjoy about Everyday Stranger (I know I copped out up there by more or less saying "everything," but I trust you will all do better than that), and that will be really nice for Helen to read when she gets back, right? I mean, I didn't tell her I was going to do anything like this. I just thought it up right now because my melatonin's kicking in (I keep odd hours) and my brain is checking out.
Plus, it'll really burn her enemies. (Oh, why must I always focus on the negativity like this? Do you think it's because I come from a yelling family?)
But I like the idea! I am making it official. It is now Love Helen Friday. Especially for you lurkers! Come out and show the love. Favorite posts you remember, her envy-inducing ability to give good hair, the zany Elf obsession--it's all fair game. I would normally add something here about how you should try not to say anything really gauche like, "Well, for one thing, I sure do love lookin' at her boobies," but I've read enough of the comments here to know that I really only have to worry about one or two of you doing that, and those one or two will probably be meaning it affectionately rather than all creepy-stalker-like; or so I hope.
Love Helen Friday is in effect. GO!
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I love Helen because she's smart, witty, tragically honest in her writing, not-perfect (although damn close) and cool.
It's hard to describe exactly what you like about another blogger....without sounding cheesy or stalkerish....but honestly...I just dig the way she writes. I guess that's the long and short of it.
Posted by: wn at July 20, 2007 12:31 PM (Y8+V9)
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I love her brutally honest ways of telling people when she isn't up for suggestions. I also love how out going she is. I vacation vicariously through her!
Posted by: Jessica at July 20, 2007 12:34 PM (ii/lW)
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I vacation vicariously through her!
Oh, me too. Absolutely. I wish I could just pop up to Scotland, but I'm settling for popping over to Scottsdale Sunday night.
These are obviously not the same thing at all. Oh, well.
but honestly...I just dig the way she writes
Nah, you don't sound a bit creepy. (And I like your blog title. Lotsa words, that's the internet all right.)
Posted by: ilyka at July 20, 2007 12:42 PM (zPRu7)
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Helen's eloquent, real, and open (and a darn good photographer too). She loves the Muppets. What's to not love here?
Oh, and she's in high-tech and takes no prisoners. My hero!
(Apparently the comment for deems the fact I have a livejournal for a blog "questionable." I do too, comment form, I do too.)
Posted by: Opal at July 20, 2007 12:48 PM (Us7dd)
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I love:
Helen's narrative style. She has this great, distinctive, right-there-with-you voice. And damn if she doesn't have good stories to tell in that voice!
Helen's big heart and her unabashed love for Angus. It's endearing and smile-inducing.
That she's a Helen of Many Trades--I admire so much her dedication to Jeff and Melissa, and the Lemonheads. I admire her mad tiling skills.
What an awesome idea, Ilyka.
Posted by: Marian at July 20, 2007 12:58 PM (B+qrE)
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I love how freely she shares so many seemingly private details of her life: the uneasiness with the brother in law, operation duck and cover, the joy and awe in the relationship with her father brings.
I love the pictures of Gorby and Seymour.
I love how her memories of my home state make me reflect upon the positive things from time to time.
Posted by: sarah at July 20, 2007 01:30 PM (QxKa0)
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ROFL! Applause for the guest blogger!
I love the way Heleen always manages to face down the world, no matter what the situation. Nothing ever really gets the best of her, she always wins in the end. I love reading about her daily life (yes, even the fence) ... maybe because it's another way of seeing that the world really isn't always bad. After all, Helen always prevails, right? Right!
Posted by: Hannah at July 20, 2007 01:44 PM (5w+E2)
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So far I like you too!
I have been with Helen since the dark days in Sweden. I feel fortunate to have been able to read about her life, and been able to watch from afar as she makes her way uphill to hapiness. She is a cool chick and I think we would get along great, and she says her peace which I love!
Posted by: Cheryl at July 20, 2007 02:03 PM (ofEMA)
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I love Helen because... its ok to be broken. And despite all I was told while growing up, sex is good and healthy. Amen!
Posted by: miguel at July 20, 2007 02:14 PM (nkeFb)
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I love how Helen is so deliciously human. She's a balls-out, live-life-to-the-fullest kind of woman (yes, I said balls-out). I appreciate her candor, revel in her triumphs, and can't wait to see what she has to say every day.
Posted by: Amanda at July 20, 2007 02:25 PM (B5c+c)
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She is intelligent, intimate, raw, and funny-just to name a few. She writes beautifully and lives honestly.
The truth-I just
get her. And I love her like a friend I have had forever.
Posted by: Teresa at July 20, 2007 03:12 PM (xGcDO)
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I love Helen for many of the same reasons listed here already. She's so candid. I feel like she and I are old friends even though we've never met in real life because she shares so much. She's an amazing writer and despite what she thinks about herself, is a truly strong woman whom I admire greatly.
Now when can I make out with her?
Posted by: donna at July 20, 2007 03:41 PM (Kco5r)
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I love the pop culture references, since we are about the same age and I "get" all of them. I love the adventure aspect of Helen's life because I've always wanted to travel and see things and Helen actually does it. And finally, Helen is like J.K. Rowling, you can't wait for each new episode.
Posted by: Julie at July 20, 2007 04:22 PM (6JI3A)
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Hmmm... What to say? Helen is just one of those chicks I'd love to drink pints with whilst talking celebrity gossip, bad television, and boys. Preferably at a slumber party, where we do each other's hair and then invite all the boys over to pay to watch she, Ms. Pants and myself have a pillow fight. Because that'd be like the great rack trifecta, and I'm sure we could make a mint.
Posted by: amy t. at July 20, 2007 05:47 PM (3dOTd)
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She's smart as a whip. That's why I like to read here everyday. She's funny when she wants to be, cynical often, sarcastic sometimes, but always very intelligent and it shines through!
Posted by: kenju at July 20, 2007 06:34 PM (DBvE5)
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Helen has a wit and sarcastic style that I think is hilarious, and she's extremely imaginative (remember her running into Santa at Starbucks?). I've heard it said a true friend is one who knows everything about you and likes you anyway. : ) Helen and I differ on many major ideals, yet I really enjoy her honest, candid posts.
As birds of a feather generally flock together, I don't have any close friends that are as candid and open as Helen is. I like that Helen allows folks like me (and some of y'all) to visit/comment here daily even though we don't always agree.
Posted by: Solomon at July 20, 2007 07:49 PM (al5Ou)
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I love Helen, not only for being so open about who she is, not only for getting a pint at the pub quicker than I can, not only for being such a lovely person... I love her for her taste in gifts and earrings
she is generosity unbounded and I LOVE HELEN!
Posted by: stinkerbell at July 20, 2007 08:02 PM (j8mVO)
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hmm...I love Helen for the same reasons that everyone already said! I'm reading the posts, and I'm like "that's what I wanted to say" sheesh.
Helen, you are a superb writer & I have to have my fix every morning before I can start work. You and my coffee - great combination!! I don't comment often, except when called out to do so. But I'm here everyday (no pun intended) for my favorite stranger.
love,
C
Posted by: Christina at July 20, 2007 08:41 PM (b4jrh)
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Let's see.
Beautiful, smart, funny, poignant and incredibly talented with both word and camera.
What's not to love.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at July 20, 2007 08:43 PM (UquFN)
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Helen has been broken. We see the shattered glass all around her. But we also see that she has taken the glass and made a beautiful, fragile, yet tangible piece of art.
Her life story gives us hope that we too can face the tragedy that is our own life and come out on the other side and still be open, tough yet vulnerable, and we can still be loveable.
I adore reading here because I feel her pain and cry, hear her laughter and laugh along. I see my pain through her eyes and she has taught me that I am ok. It will be ok. She will be ok.
Posted by: Karen at July 21, 2007 12:41 AM (S3y9+)
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Hmmm where to start
* her intimate and humerous writing style
* her ability to make me think w/o being boring or condescending
* she loves animals
* She's Helen .... nuff said
Posted by: Lorri at July 21, 2007 01:13 AM (Lfkis)
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So many of you have already said the things I love the most about Helen but why not say them again?
She's hilarious and raw in her honesty.
She can make me laugh and cry in the same post.
She lets us all know it's okay to be be broken and we can keep going anyway.
She truly loves her animals and marvels at their love for her.
She has been "chicken braked"!
She lets us see that Angus is perfect and not so perfect all at the same time.
She is my "Everyday Stranger".
Posted by: Deb at July 21, 2007 02:11 AM (0lvli)
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Hey - veteran lurker here!
I love this site because it feels like I know her (which of course I don't) and she makes me giggle when I am surrepitously reading during class...
Posted by: usagi at July 21, 2007 03:10 AM (eEi99)
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I mostly lurk here, too, but I read it all. Love the photos, of course, but I love the stories and the writing, too. She has the coolest guest bloggers, too.
Posted by: Rob at July 21, 2007 04:03 AM (pIwTk)
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Rarely do I read a post from Helen and not feel "something". She shares in a way that is moving and evocative. She makes me believe that should we meet in real life that we could definately be friends.
Posted by: Terry at July 21, 2007 04:29 AM (7MeZM)
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Lurker here. I have never ever commented to Helen, but I have read her religiously through a hard winter in Sweden, through a move to her heaven, and through a lot of healing. I used to relate to her exactly, but she has grown more than I have. I cannot go a day without her, I am her follower.
She is beautiful and extraordinary and a normal person, all at once.
She will never know how much I care for her.
Posted by: Carrie at July 21, 2007 06:08 AM (fDl/T)
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I love this blog, the length, details and thoughts she puts into her blog. I randomly googled something one day, and came across this blog am I ever glad that I did! Now who are you? You never introduced yourself...
Posted by: Missgirlbliss at July 21, 2007 08:15 AM (YLUfG)
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Been an avid reader for a couple of years since being directed here by another fan (fareastcynic@blogspot.com). I have read almost all her old blogs as well.
Her growth as a person and a writer is so out there and obvious. I admire how she has worked so hard reparing her "broken" psyche. And I know as my ex was a certified card carrying BPD. Who tried but just could not accomplish what Helen has accomplished. Kudos and good on Helen and those who love her.
And Guestblogger I look forward to the day you resume your own Blog.
Posted by: Foggy at July 21, 2007 02:46 PM (WlHuv)
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I was intrigued by the link on my friend's blog titled "Everyday Stranger" thus I clicked on it and have been and still am an avid reader ever since. Helen's writing is so candid, honest and vivid that I could totally imagine the events she described unfolding in front of my eyes. Being an alien in a foreign country, I can totally relate to the hassle of the administration and it's nice to feel that I'm not alone out there. Always a good read, always enjoyable. You rock girl!
Posted by: miao at July 21, 2007 04:04 PM (CpO64)
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I can't pass a box of Lemonheads without giving her a thought.
Been reading Helen for years.
Posted by: Marie at July 21, 2007 04:05 PM (v+Iku)
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Dang. I'm spoiled because Helen usually posts right about the time I get up in the morning, so I read her first thing. I'm not used to being so far back in the comments.
Anyway, every day is "I Love Helen Day" as far as I'm concerned.
Wow. I managed to get through without mentioning her boobies!
Posted by: ~Easy at July 21, 2007 04:22 PM (X+de8)
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I am also one of the frequent flyers to Helen's site. I was skimming through another blog, when I happened to see the link for Everyday Stranger. I clicked it, and the first post I read was a conversation she was having with herself. It became apparent to me that she was giving herself a pep talk regarding her distress at work. I was transfixed immediately. Of course, I had to go back to the beginning, to her life in Sweden, cause starting a story in the middle is completely taboo. When I read the passages referring to her emotional crisis and subsequent breakdown, I cried my heart out for her. And for myself. Oh, yeah, I've been there more times than I want to remember. Never actually allowing the abyss to completely consume me, but spending desperate hours staring into it with longing and fear.
Helen opened my self-absorbed eyes to the fact that there are so many of us humans who are absolutely emotionally and psychologically broken that we must often contemplate the notion that there is no shining beacon of salvation. From ourselves and those whom we allow to hurt us continually and without restraint.
I'm sure that without my unswerving faith in divine intervention that I would not be physically present on this planet any longer. And my abhorrence of the consequences my early demise would bring to my beloved Mother. It would literally destroy her and I simply could not do that to a person I dearly loved.
Anyway, Helen's desire to share with the world her trials and tribulations, her struggles with self-esteem (you are so beautiful, you crazy gal) and her hard earned insight that constantly amazes and moves me, has kept me here for many years and I will continue to do so until she decides she no longer needs her blog. And I sure as HELL will be reading the first time she posts the miraculous account of the birth of the lemonheads.
I truly love you, Helen, and everything you are and everything you will become.
Kimberley
Posted by: KImberley at July 22, 2007 04:07 AM (YtHtJ)
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Helen has been my inspiration and mentor for several years now. Through her, I have gained insight and strength...the ability to tackle the world (and myself)...to grow. Her perspective has, in many ways, shaped my world because I realized that I wasn't in this fight alone. When I was in the process of finding myself, I would read things on this blog and say, "THAT'S how I want to conduct myself..." and I would follow her example. Now that I have my own confidence and identity, now that I know who and what I am, I don't rely on Helen's wisdom to help shape my life as much as I rely on her for a kindred spirit who views life much as I do and appreciates travel, love, laughter, animals, and children.
In a nutshell, Helen was a my mentor. Now she is my friend. And for that, I will always love her.
Posted by: Mia at July 22, 2007 06:34 PM (+2lQc)
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It's Sunday. I hope I can still love Helen. Cause she feels like one of my friends who writes every day.
Posted by: That Girl at July 22, 2007 11:37 PM (Mc2V9)
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She's the first person who ever made me feel like I wasn't less capable or less of a person if I was afraid sometimes.
That's a BIG DEAL for me. In fact, it's changed my life!
Posted by: flikka at July 23, 2007 12:09 AM (puvdD)
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I love Helen- she is the ONE blogger that I must read everyday. Her writing is thoughtful and thought provoking, and her photo stream is an inspiration.
Posted by: jen-again at July 23, 2007 02:58 AM (fpBSq)
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I first stumbled upon Helen's site when I googled "expatriation." I had been contemplating leaving the US and was curious to hear of others' tales about the experience. I soon realized that there was so much more to learn from Helen, and I have been a dedicated reader since. I love her writing style and candid, thoughtful recollections of life. Thanks for sharing your insight, beauty and strength.
Posted by: Gwyneth at July 23, 2007 12:12 PM (mSUnd)
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Can I do it on Monday?
I love Helen because she comes across as so real. She says things that most of us want to but can't find the perfect words for. I've gone through some of the same experiences she has, but she tells the tale in much better words than I ever can find. She's come out of the pit of despair and the sunshine is bright on her face - no one deserves it more. yeah, I love her. Is it obvious?
Posted by: sue at July 23, 2007 02:15 PM (WbfZD)
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It's Monday, and zI still love Helen. I found her blog early in my surfing and have been in love with it ever since. I still remember reading a post about stepdaughters just as I was adapting to my two. It was so profound and touching--I made my husband read it so he would understand me better. How can you not love someone who is able to zero in on the exact heart of a matter and share so willingly of herself? I'm glad she hangs out in blogdom and I will continue to read her first to see what happens next.
Posted by: sophie at July 23, 2007 05:17 PM (AY+fk)
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I started reading Helen's blog about two years ago, when I saw her commenting at the once-great Snoozebutton Dreams. I enjoy her writing style and biting wit, which she seems to be able to apply to virtually any situation she may be discussing, whether it be hilarious, serious, mundane, or even tragic. I can also empathize somewhat with her emotional troubles, as I've been known to cover similar ground in my lifetime (even though from a male perspective). Her writing style makes me actually care about her as a person, even if it's only through cyberspace. I also admire her candidness and honesty in her blogging, even when it comes through sharply at times. I envy her writing ability, wishing I could express myself as clearly as she is able to. I also think that she should give herself more credit for her abilities. Rock on, Helen!
PS: her boobies? As far as I'm concerned, that's hers and Angus' business, not mine. (And soon, the Lemonheads).
Posted by: diamond dave at July 23, 2007 09:20 PM (iH5JX)
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I can't remember when I first found Helen's site. Years ago now. But I was immediately hooked. In these times, honesty is like a rare, priceless ornament made of glass lace...so fragile and treasured. Somehow, Helen manages to embrace this honesty tightly, without damaging it's beauty or integrity.
All that and she is funny, witty and devastating all at the same time.
Honored that she shares her journey with all of us!
Posted by: Serena at July 24, 2007 12:55 PM (jU/ey)
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Continuing with Love Helen Friday right into Tuesday. I started reading Everyday Stranger three ... almost four? years ago not long before the parting of the ways with Company X. I was reading the day "Mr. Y" left his first comment on this blog. I remember Christmas writings about Santa in Starbucks and a big fluffy dog bringing three ghosts to visit. I was here when boy and girl moved in together in a town she referred to as Whitney Houston. I have remained steadfast even as she travels all over the world and occasionally makes us wait for pictures.
I have really enjoyed watching Angus and Helen become a family together and knowing that Jeff and Melissa have come to treasure Helen too. I am really looking forward to the Lemonheads' arrival in the outside world and all the wonders that their birth will bring.
Every morning I get up, pour a cup of coffee and turn on the laptop; the first link I click is Everyday Stranger, without fail.Over these few years I've been reading, I've cried, laughed out loud, been afraid and nervous for her and inspired by her, and through it all I feel I've gotten to know someone better who has made my life richer just by being a part of it. Thanks, Helen, for letting me into your life a little bit; for sharing stories of your travels, your healing, your pregnancy, and yourself, with all of us.
Posted by: Lisa at July 24, 2007 03:58 PM (e8V7B)
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I love Helen because she's always, no matter what, just Helen. I love her because even though it might have pained her immensely, she still kept reading my old blog when I was nattering on about MY pregnancy. Hey, I was Sideshow Mom there for a while, wasn't I? Heh.
And I'm totally pissed with myself that I am typing this on a Tuesday instead of the Love Helen Friday, like I was supposed to.
Eh. I'm a rebel, Dotty.
Posted by: Margi at July 24, 2007 04:06 PM (BZTd9)
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Wow, so much Helen love! It's wonderful to see
I've been reading Helen monday-friday for probably four and half years (well almost every, being I'm writing this on a Tuesday, it's the summer schedule). I found her when I was first reading blogs, I think from Plain Layne, so that's how long ago that was! She even commented once on my bright pink blog of 2nd year debauchery--which no longer exists after my entire extended family found it--which was thrilling for me, my friends were my only other commenters ever. I never blogged again, but I kept reading Helen.
Her writing immediately spoke to me, she captured feelings I had had so very well. So I suppose I first started reading because I identified with her, but I have kept reading because I have become so fond of her in her own right. I love how every entry is like a story (can't wait for your book
) I love the way she shares herself, letting us in to her thoughts and feelings. I admire the brave way she kept writing when she was discovered by her family. I love the way she loves Angus, Melissa, Jeff, and the Lemonheads.
Thank you, Helen, for sharing yourself with us for all these years. I know you blog for you, but I'm so glad you also blog for us.
Posted by: Laura at July 24, 2007 05:52 PM (FFBkP)
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I love Helen's ability to be transparent to we the readers about her thoughts and her life. Her writing intelligent and funny and insightful, and she looks fabulous pregnant, but I particularly admire the freedom she practices in sharing her life with us.
Posted by: suze at July 24, 2007 08:07 PM (0doyF)
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Everyone has said it so much better than I can, but I still wanted to say that I too always click onto the link to Helen's page first! I love seeing a big chunk of new post up for me to sit back and enjoy!
Its been four years or so since I first stumbled upon Everyday Stranger and I have been an avid reader ever since. I have laughed, cried and become emotionally involved in Helen's unique style. I felt a strange kinship reading about her London commuting experiences as I too was riding the trains to Waterloo and walking across that very same bridge, enjoying the same view. I could have ordered my gingerbread latte from the same barista as Helen, or even passed her in the street without knowing it.
Now I live on the otherside of the world and Helen's posts about the weather, lifestyle and living in the UK make me alternatively homesick and happy not to be there in the big wet!
Finding out that Helen and Angus had been successful in their IVF treatment was as exciting for me as a close friend telling me she was pregnant and I have devoured her posts about pregnancy even though she is adamant this won't turn into a mommyblog!
I have been working on a little project for the lemonheads and hope Helen won't mind if I step out of the computer at some stage to send it to her!
Thanks Helen, as you can see you have had such an impact on so many of our lives! We love you!
Posted by: Sarah at July 25, 2007 12:24 AM (AHcm3)
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Everyone has already said it much better than I ever could. I've been lurking for a few months now, and I love how honest and how eloquent she is. She is amazingly brave and talented - I'm a big fan!
Posted by: Sarah at July 25, 2007 12:42 AM (PAfsg)
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The question shouldn't be: Do you love Helen?
The question should be: How can you not love Helen?
Smart, Funny and doesn't mince words...what's not to love?
Posted by: Heidi at July 25, 2007 01:32 AM (3vvfs)
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I love it when you rant, I love it when you're funny. I love your honesty, your love for animals. And your love for Angus too, of course! *grins* When it's all tied together (as it often is) I love that the most. Heh.
(And GAHHHHH! YOUR SPAM FILTER: I hates it! lol, it wouldn't let me post the rest and I couldn't figure out why so I had to delete the rest.
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Posted by: The other Amber at July 25, 2007 02:39 PM (zQE5D)
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