After the miscarriage, my next big LiveJournal post was Bun in the oven. This was nine weeks in, yet I knew it was going to happen. Right at the moment of conception, even– with me grunting “have my child” at… well, you get the idea, right? It was like the stars aligned and I knew it had to happen, right then.
October 28, 2006 I left the Camarilla. Toxic people, toxic effects, but sadly it happened because I realized I’d alienate my sister if I stayed.
Then we got confirmation the little wombmate was a boy. We knew this already, as I said– our kids made themselves known.
Twenty days before he was delivered cesarean, I started blogging on VOX. We were nervous up until the delivery day:
Well, not much of anything of import to say, save that my wife’s recent pregnancy has been a rollercoaster lately. Last Saturday night and Sunday morning, we had a false alarm– 11 hours in the hospital during nighttime hours, only to find it was likely a UTI that triggered contractions. (March 14, 2007)
It’s down to the last week or two now, but babies do come when they want to. (March 20, 2007)
I felt a mixture of emotions when he finally came out. He was so quiet, even when I was helping one of the nurses clean off the white stuff off him. (By constrast, his older sister wailed.) I was so impressed. But later, I wondered why I didn’t feel as much excitement with him as I did his sister. I thought, “If they took him back, that would be okay.” What was wrong with me?