CeliaM
Pregnant mom of 2
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I'm having a bit of a hard time, and feeling somewhat alone in it as I haven't found anyone who can relate to this. I have one bio son, and one adopted daughter that came home just under 8 months ago, and now that I'm pregnant I'm getting remarks from people that are so hard to deal with.
The most common... "I knew you'd get pregnant right after you adopted! Thats the way it goes!"
The most bothersome... "See you didn't need to adopt... it sure would have saved you a lot of money if you had just waited!"
The most intrusive... "Did you think you couldn't have any more kids when you adopted?"
I'm sure the questions/comments are going to get more and more frequent as I show more
My daughter, although not my biological daughter, is still MY DAUGHTER. I love her with all a mothers love. All these things people say I find so demeaning at to the legitimacy of our relationship as such. I can't imagine our family not including her, and I hate that people can say anything that even insinuates that because we'll have another biological child, she becomes in the least way superfluous. Or an accidental means to a prefered method of building a family.
People's immediate belief is generally that I must be so happy to be able to have another biologically, when honestly, I would have preferred to adopt again. I generally get a stunned reaction to that. While I'm beginning to get excited about this pregnancy, I find it so hard to know that it may prevent me from adopting again (my hubby doesn't really want 4 kids, while I'm obviously hoping that changes!). I dream constantly about an incident that happened while I was in Ethiopia meeting my daughter's birthfamily...
We were in a very very poor area in the country. The grandmothers house was something like a row house made out of mud and straw. Her room that she lived in was about 8ft by 10ft, and this was the room my daughter was born in. The children around outside all looked quite malnourished, wearing rags for clothes. We talked with my daughters grandmother for about an hour, and as I was leaving I was walking on my own back up the trail to our van, a lady approached me holding a baby girl.
She looked my age, if not a few years younger, and had obviously spent a good part of the last hour trying to get her and her daughter looking her best. She looked at me pleadingly, and asked me if I would please take her daughter as well.
This memory has haunted me nearly nightly since I became pregnant. As has the memory of children who couldn't have been older than my 4 year old son begging for food.
The next person who happily remarks "oh! Now you don't have to adopt again" is going to get a kick in the shins!!
The most common... "I knew you'd get pregnant right after you adopted! Thats the way it goes!"
The most bothersome... "See you didn't need to adopt... it sure would have saved you a lot of money if you had just waited!"
The most intrusive... "Did you think you couldn't have any more kids when you adopted?"
I'm sure the questions/comments are going to get more and more frequent as I show more
My daughter, although not my biological daughter, is still MY DAUGHTER. I love her with all a mothers love. All these things people say I find so demeaning at to the legitimacy of our relationship as such. I can't imagine our family not including her, and I hate that people can say anything that even insinuates that because we'll have another biological child, she becomes in the least way superfluous. Or an accidental means to a prefered method of building a family.
People's immediate belief is generally that I must be so happy to be able to have another biologically, when honestly, I would have preferred to adopt again. I generally get a stunned reaction to that. While I'm beginning to get excited about this pregnancy, I find it so hard to know that it may prevent me from adopting again (my hubby doesn't really want 4 kids, while I'm obviously hoping that changes!). I dream constantly about an incident that happened while I was in Ethiopia meeting my daughter's birthfamily...
We were in a very very poor area in the country. The grandmothers house was something like a row house made out of mud and straw. Her room that she lived in was about 8ft by 10ft, and this was the room my daughter was born in. The children around outside all looked quite malnourished, wearing rags for clothes. We talked with my daughters grandmother for about an hour, and as I was leaving I was walking on my own back up the trail to our van, a lady approached me holding a baby girl.
She looked my age, if not a few years younger, and had obviously spent a good part of the last hour trying to get her and her daughter looking her best. She looked at me pleadingly, and asked me if I would please take her daughter as well.
This memory has haunted me nearly nightly since I became pregnant. As has the memory of children who couldn't have been older than my 4 year old son begging for food.
The next person who happily remarks "oh! Now you don't have to adopt again" is going to get a kick in the shins!!