Friday, February 29, 2008

I hate this whole situation.

Oh my god. My mom. My mom is one of those people. One of those people who say incredibly insensitive, stupid things.

My cousin recently had a baby, something like 10 weeks premature, I think. Maybe 8; nobody ever really tells me anything. Anyway, early. He'd been doing well, was taken off the ventilator, but within the past couple days had some brain bleeds. So said cousin called to give my mom an update, and they're on the phone now. It's KILLING me listening to her talk.

First off, she gave a friend anecdote. "My friend who's a nurse says blah blah blah about premies with bleeding inside their head and it's supposedly really normal." MOM. She HAS a premie with bleeding inside his head. SHE KNOWS anything you could possibly be about to tell her. That's just offensive.

Secondly, she actually says this little jem: "Oh, good, so the bleeding isn't automatically a death sentence or anything." A death sentence?! Good god! Now, I don't exactly have any babes in the NICU myself or anything, but I'm going to go ahead and guess that it's probably not a good idea to mention death sentences around someone who just had a severely premature baby.

Third, and hopefully last: "Oh good, then you can relax knowing somebody's watching him all the time." Um, yeah. Your kid's struggling to survive in the NICU and you're sitting at home relaxing. Because, you know, somebody's looking at him. Nothing could possibly go wrong if someone's LOOKING at him!

Gahhhhhh how am I related to this woman? Of course, if it wasn't for the dead baby blog ring, I probably would be just as demented in this area. god, what a fucked up world.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

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I'm only saying I hate you because I don't want a line on my ankle for the rest of my life that says I was a sucker.
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

in Nashville

I pad down the dark hallway and stand in the living room in the blackness.

It could be that summer again. It could be that summer.


You could be coming later.


I want to put my arms up around your neck again.

You gave good hugs.