Dad is in the hospital for the second night with high potassium levels. They're having difficulty getting it down since he has no colon and only one kidney.
We got a call for a baby girl but L's coworker went behind our backs and took it before we got a chance to get in touch with the right people.
This sounds selfish, but desperately hoping for a newborn. I've sacrificied the pregnancy experience, but still long for a brand new baby. We've been getting no calls. I know a call means a child's in trouble, so I shouldn't really hope.
Bubbles and Princess' losses are really hitting me hard, especially since noone seems to call us for any children except ones they can't place with anyone else.
There are 4 positions to be filled in my school and my principal is giving me no signal either way about whether I will get one. I already work there, so it's not like I'm an outside person. So, I need some work with classroom management, but I focus my time on the children, and tend to skip most of the social networking. Not because I don't like my coworkers, but my time with my family is valuable and a 3 hour social at some place I don't even like to eat does not appeal to me when I have Smiley to come home to.
One of the teachers is pregnant and "uncomfortable." She says she'd have lots of babies if she could handle pregnancy. Another teacher suggests she get a surrogate. I wanted to punch the shit out of both of them.
It seems each new day at morning prayer is a pregnancy or birth announcement. Everyone's excited. I ask for prayers the anniversary of my baby's death...not much response.
Another teacher had a beautiful, healthy baby girl. She's taking next year off to be with her. I may not even be employed.
What is so wrong with us? They get TONS of babies into care and we get called for none, unless they are sick.
Ok, so I'm having a pity party,but I'm hurting so much inside. The losses are hitting me more and more, but I stay, because I want another.