Cp nht ca menu này da trên hot ng of the customer D liu ch c lu cc b (at the customer’s desk) but did not adequately thank the staff. Bn có th nhp vào các liên kt này xóa lch s ca bn hoc vô hiu hóa.
Cp nht ca menu này da trên hot ng of the customer D liu ch c lu cc b (at the customer’s desk) but did not adequately thank the staff. Bn có th nhp vào các liên kt này xóa lch s ca bn hoc vô hiu hóa.
My little sister didn’t ask her big sister for advice on how to navigate this unfamiliar environment out of consideration for how hard I was finding it. The situation wasn’t painful just because she was pregnant and I wasn’t; it was also painful because we’d never in our lives deviated from our normal birth-order roles: I did things first; Melissa followed. My inability to keep the pregnancy disrupted not only how I felt about myself as a mother and a woman, but also how I felt about myself as a sister and a daughter.
We hadn’t yet had our first child, but learning that Melissa was pregnant again made me already fearful about whether or not we’d be able to have a second at the time she announced her second pregnancy.
But when Melissa and I were together, it never seemed challenging. I had enjoyed watching her waddle as her stomach grew during our strolls through Central Park. Then, when Ben was born, I adored holding him and breathing in his gorgeous infant warmth in the chilly month of November. As we pushed Ben in his stroller, we conversed about her motherhood and my infertility, her breast pumping and my hormone injections. She had no sympathy for anyone’s fertility struggle except mine. I had no love for anyone’s baby except hers. As I walked her back toward the park in the waning autumn dusk, we were both sleepless but for different reasons during her early motherhood, and everything felt right in the world.
When my younger sister Melissa called to inform me that she was expecting her second child, I shrieked in ecstasy. Less than three months after I was due with my first child, she was due.
She was pregnant and I wasn’t, so the situation was painful, but it was also painful because Melissa and I had never in our lives deviated from our typical birth-order roles: Melissa did things first, and I did them.