Sunday, January 27, 2013

If There Is A Way





My son wants a sibling.  He's made that very clear on several occasions.  Zane has already begun having elaborate conversations with his "brother",  and they appear to discuss many fascinating topics, such as why Mama looks so tired. I know that it is common for children to have imaginary playmates, but I didn't think that Zane would pick a brother to play with.  Since he is an only child, it is frustrating for him.  He wants to have someone to play with, other than our dog Maisy. 

I would like to have another child, if I am honest with myself.  I liked being pregnant.  I enjoy being a mom, as tiring as it can be, and I would love for Zane to have a sibling.  It's really a shame that my body doesn't want to cooperate with what I want, but it is what it is.  The likelihood that I would survive a third pregnancy is slim, given my age and how the past two ended with me almost dying.   We don't have the plus 30k for infertility, nor do we have the 75k that is needed for a surrogate.  We don't have the cash for adoption, either.  Unless someone just shows up on my doorstep with a baby, odds are that the door of additional children for our family has shut for good.

I understand.  I don't have to like it, but I understand it.

Growing up, my brother and I spent a lot of time together.  We fought constantly with each other, but if anyone messed with me, my brother had my back, and vice versa.   We were partners in crime as well as brothers in arms.  There was a sense of belonging in this new family, because they chose you.  Zane won't experience that, and it makes me sad.

So I told Zane the next time he decides that he needs a sibling, he should pray for one.  I figure that this is probably the only way that he'll get a brother or a sister, if he truly wants one.  If it is meant to be, it will happen.


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12 comments:

  1. So hard fir him to understand and so difficult for you. But "we" don't want anything to happen to you. My brother and I were the same way. Childhood would have been different without him. I like what you told Zane.

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    1. Prayer is how we got Zane in the first place!

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  2. Xoxox, as I don't know what else to say...

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    1. I am just doing a little venting, that's all.

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  3. Oh. I can't say I relate entirely, but we had some difficulty having T as well. It took over a year, multiple tests and medication before we got him. Then he didn't tolerate labor very well and I ended up with an emergency C-Section. I've posted about what happened to him from there. I understand that frustration and the need to vent. Hopefully you will find what you need in the end.

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  4. *hugs* I wish there was more I could say.

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  5. hey -- don't know if my first comment went through -- but I have been right there. We had our son, then nothing. I know the pain. We adopted our younger children in 2001 and 2003. If you want to talk just email me. I know the pain. But there is hope.

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    1. I am a firm believer in the power of hope. Thank you!

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  6. My boys have never asked for more siblings. Come to think of it, they didn't ask for Tony either. :) They do keep asking for a dog....

    THAT's not happening either. :)

    (((HUGS)))

    I'll pray for you.

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    1. I think I need those prayers! Thank you.

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