old dog, new trick question and response.
knowing magnificent charles was taking another passage to india at 4pm today, i escaped from the flat this afternoon for a few hours.
being that charles is in human resources, i justified my actions in HR terms:
might as well make use of the manpower while it is available. i thought.
then i went to benevolent:
he will appreciate this bonding time with sebastian. i reasoned.
i ran into a lady and we got to chatting. she seemed nice, is from australia and these days anyone who hails from wonderful lucy’s native land i am prejudiced towards anyway. she asked me about kids, and i mentioned that i had four.
how old? she inquired.
well, sebastian is almost three, and jasper, sela and carys are about eight months old.
by this time i am used to comments, “do triplets run in your family” and instead of giving the safe comment, “well, i think they usually walk first”, i just gallop to the chase and say, “no they were IVF, just like sebastian.”
but today, we got a new swing on a old question. diet coke, new! with lemon.
were they natural. my nice new friend asked.
trying to figure out the question, i said, “well, they were delivered by caesarean, if that is what you mean.”
no, were they natural, like did you do it yourself.
i nearly said yes. because in some ways, yes, i did it myself. i injected myself every day for two weeks with ovarian stimulation drugs. after that, i charmingly applied progesterone suppositories. all on my own.
it was my stomach they drained litres of fluid from after i was hospitalized with OHSS.
but to be fair, magnificent charles was there for lots of the other stuff. rubbing my feet. tucking pillows behind my knees, making me eat when i swore i wouldn’t eat another mouthful. holding my hand, praying over my swollen body. leaving me magazines to read so i wouldn’t get bored while on bedrest. making charts that he put on the kitchen cupboards of the babies probable head circumference, buying me new books, listening to in-depth reports of just exactly how the positioning of jasper’s head was affecting my lower bowel area.
so i responded,
“no, my husband helped me.”
i miss you charles, come home soon!!!
