(or Simple Questions, Complicated Answers)
People can ask the darnedest questions. I can’t tell you the number of times we’ve been asked “Are you going to have a third?” or “Do you want to try for a daughter?” Usually this comes in the form of idle small-talk and meaningless banter. I have to hope that the questioners are just naive, and that they haven’t given much thought to the myriad of ways one could answer these seemingly innocent questions.
No matter how often it happens, it always takes my breath away, even for just a minute. My heart wrenches, a sadness overwhelms me. I might pause for a minute to think about how to respond – or how I would like to respond. I usually defer to simple answers: “oh, I think we’re done” or maybe even “you never know.”
Truth is we already have a third child, a daughter. She was our first and had to leave this human realm before we even had a chance to hold her. She wouldn’t have survived here on earth, but I have to think she is somewhere, without pain, in the great beyond.