Friday, March 26, 2010
On the outside looking in
I work in administration in a hospital. During the course of my professional life, I often talk about medical procedures involving childbirth, miscarriages, tubal ligations, epidurals, c-sections, etc. I also often talk about the patients undergoing those procedures. Additionally, I also work most closely with 3 women who have all had their own children and are currently parenting (although one is the parent of two adopted children, which helps). Today, at work, I had one of those moments where I felt left out and like I wasn't part of the club. And, I hated it. Everyone was laughing about how a woman should know what they are getting into with their second pregnancy and delivery, and how childbirth could be traumatic, and raising children is traumatic because you are lacking sleep and may be feeling that things are different that you expected, etc. Everyone was laughing and sharing their war stories. And I...I was politely smiling while flinching on the inside. I want war stories too. I want to be part of the club, a member of the secret society, and one of the insiders.