I still don't see myself as "grown-up" or an "adult." I know I am technically no longer a child and at least give the appearance of being grown-up (maybe), but I still don't always think of myself that way. This morning I had to leave mom at the hospital and come back to Houston to work. I had a very hard time leaving, and was surprised how hard it was to leave her and dad. I know I was helpful and that they were glad I was there to help, so I think that might have made it harder. I'm not ready to take care of my parents and don't see this as any sort of sign of getting older on mom's part - it was just her trying to outdo Elizabeth's and my 8-10 broken bones. I truly feel for anyone who has to take care of a parent, child, or other loved one for any extended period of time. This is totally temporary, and mom will be back to good before I know it, but even then I wish I could be around to help more and feel very torn being back here in Houston.
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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Now, I'm trying like mad to be the 20 year old that I never was when I was pretending to be all grown up.
**sigh**