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September 30, 2004

Down In Flames

The RE appointment was, oh, what is the mot juste here, terrible? Awful? Disastrous? Disappointing? Dream-ending? A car crash? Armageddon? Bad?

I'll fill you in tomorrow.

Oh, and I wasn't trying to start a West Side gang war between people who take kids to the RE and the people who hate them. I was just telling you how I wound up bringing my child to the RE in the hopes that maybe if you understood me you would understand others like me and there would be peace and goodwill and the sharing of candy in RE offices everywhere. Because I totally understand why some people hate to see children there; I get that down to my sugar-loving bones.

When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way...


Comments

i'm so very sorry.

Shit. Fuck. Piss. Motherfucking son of a bitch.

I'm so sorry.

I never liked seeing other people's kids in the RE's office. Especially when people had more than one. Silly perhaps, but it made me sad. So did the success story photos of babies. I know it was supposed to have the opposite effect, but those pictures always made me cry, so I avoided them.

I am very sorry the appointment sucked.

- Another one of your cheering section.

Sorry it didn't go well.

I guess this means Patrick really is a miracle baby after all. If I decide to give up Catholisim, which I am currently debating, at Christmas can I replace Jesus in the manger with a photo of your Patrick?

Oh, and no matter how bad the news I'm still holding out hope.

West Side gang war? When does everyone break out into song? Wouldn't want to miss that.

I'm very sorry, Julia. I meant to write to you and thank you for your wonderful comment which made me feel so good, and I wanted to say something nice to you too. Now I can only echo your words "there are no words". I'm allowed to keep hoping for you, though, right?

Thinking of you.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Crap.

*delurking* Julia, don't let these doctors bring you down. Look at Patrick--you did it!! You can (and dammit, you WILL!!) do it again! Keep trying, it will happen. And we're all here praying for you.
I'm a long time reader. Sorry I haven't posted more often but I check in every day and I think of you often. You crack me up and I always call my mother to read out loud from your entries. (You crack her up too). Keep your chin up!!

I'm waiting anxiously to hear the details of yesterday's appointment. I guess the awful part wasn't Patrick sitting on someone's foot, was it?

Dammit, I just wanted you to have it easy for once. I know, the process of IVF is far from easy, cheap, or fun, but it has to be easier than another 8 miscarriages.

Sending you love, and wishing I could make it better.

I realize what I wrote last night was just RUDE, please forgive me I don't know what I was thinking.

Sorry to hear about your appt.

Julia,

Man, I am so, so sorry that it did not go well. And I am guessing by your words, "not going well" is an understatement. Damn.

Oh -and I don't think you started a war -- just a discussion -- one that might help "one side" see where the "other side" is coming from. I used the quotes, as I don't see this as sides -- but I couldn't figure out how else to phrase it.

All the best,
Jenn

Ugh, ugh, ugh. I am sorry about your terrible appointment!!! Sending you pre-emptive love and support, and preparing post-emptive l. and s. of the same when you feel up to posting.

As for the Sharks/Jets issue -- I'm one of those "the pain, the pain!" women...but only, only when it's an insensitive yuppie mommy who's not being aware and sensitive. In cases like yours, I see it as MY job to be aware and sensitive.

Anyway....I'm so sorry again for your terrible appointment.

Oh, fuckety fuck. I'm so sorry there was ungood news.

So sorry for your news.

And thank you for the insight, I'm the clod that brings the kid (only as a last option) and never thinks about how it might have effected the women and men (I'm so, so sorry) in the waiting rooms.

When I was trying for him it never bothered me to see children in the waiting room. I thought it meant that what we were doing might work.

Thank you for making me less insensative.

Kel

I'm damn sorry to hear about your shitty appointment, Julia.

{{{Julia}}} I wish I had some brilliant words for you but I don't. I've nothing to offer but my full and unwavering support...for what it's worth. You're in my prayers, hun.

And you didn't start a war, not that I could see anyway, don't even worry about that right now.

Julia,

Oh fuck, damnit, shit and every other expletive I can think of (my father was in the Navy, I know things now that would make even him blush).

I'm so, so, so, so sorry, I really am.

I'm so very sorry I wish there were an end to the heartbreak :(

Shit, I'm sorry that your appointment was a fuck, as Samir would say (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0151804/quotes). Why can't makin' babies just be easy? Sigh...

Oh Julia, I'm sorry that yesterday's appointment was so disappointing. Again, an unfair, rotten deal for someone who most certainly doesn't deserve it.

L

So.......am I missing something???? Is it tomorrow already?

No matter what I have been through, I fill my blog friends in on what is going on...........even if I am half conscience.

So it is 24 hours after you have said you would post about what happened with your RE appointment.

I am sure you filled your friends in already........how about your other readers?????

Damn, Julia. Sounds like very awful news was handed down, and I am beyond sorry. Thinking of you and Steve and Patrick, and wishing I could help.

Very sorry, Julia. Thinking of you and your little one today.

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