I wonder if everyone has that one person, pregnant at the same time as them, the one who’s baby didn’t die, who becomes a vessel for all the anger, envy and hatred that was created from nowhere when their baby died?
For me it’s a woman who works in the same service as me but luckily in a different building, let’s call her Laura. I used to work in Laura’s team on a Friday when I was pregnant with Isobel and she was pregnant with her son, just a few weeks behind me. Maybe I started hating her when she announced her pregnancy the week after I announced mine although I don’t remember minding about this. Maybe it was because she was so anxious about every aspect of impending motherhood and I thought she needed to chill out. It might even have been because she had a rich husband and they had just bought a house in my dream location and I was annoyed because I felt like I was smarter than her and I should be the rich one. But actually I didn’t start hating her until one of our babies died, and it wasn’t hers.
Despite spending every Friday lunch time with Laura, having all the baby chats and making plans to hang out when on maternity leave, I didn’t hear from Laura when Isobel died. Our first encounter was about six months later at a yoga studio when I was coming out of pregnancy yoga and she was going to her first class after having her son. She was friendly but it was awkward, she was clearly shocked that I was pregnant again so soon and she didn’t know what to say about Isobel so she said nothing. When I asked about how her son was doing she lit up and said how great he was and that he was six months old now! Wow! As if I didn’t know exactly how old he was, as that was how old Isobel should be.
I managed never to see her in work until a few weeks ago. I am in a different team now and don’t really have cause to visit my old site. But there I was sitting at a mandatory training day a few weeks ago and in walks Laura. My heart sank at first glance and then sank further as I noticed her heavily pregnant belly. My mind went on a little rant. “That fucking bitch who’s baby didn’t die is having another baby who also won’t die, and then she’ll have two babies and they’ll both be alive, and her son will have a sibling and why the fuck was it not her baby that died?!” Although I tried to avoid her at the training she came over to chat, telling me about how her son was doing and how she cries when he achieves certain milestones because she wants him to stay little. You can imagine how much that failed to make me warm to her.
Fast forward a few weeks and I’m going on a two day training course which I’m really looking forward to, until I see Laura’s name on the delegates list. Ten people and one of them has to be her. 35 weeks pregnant and on my training course just to ruin my experience.
Today was the first day and I arrived with a positive attitude and a plan to ignore her as much as possible. It’s all going ok, I sit away from her, catching up with another colleague from her team who I haven’t seen for a long time. We sit down to a lunch of soup, bread and cheese. Laura helps herself to some blue cheese. Someone comments that maybe she shouldn’t be eating that. She responds and I quote “I figure the baby’s well enough cooked at this stage, it’s hardly going to die on me now.” My jaw is on the floor. I am literally sitting one person away from her, did she just say the word ‘die’. I think – she’ll realise she’s referenced her baby dying in front of someone who’s baby actually died and be mortified and backtrack, but no. She continues to say how she’s eaten soft cheese all along in both of her pregnancies and never gotten listeria so why would she get it now? She goes on to say that she apparently has been diagnosed with gestational diabetes but she’s mostly ignoring that too as she doesn’t think she really has it.
Oh Laura. How I hated you for our respective circumstances when I thought you were super conscious of me and what happened to Isobel. I imagined you couldn’t say anything to me as you maybe had survivors guilt and it was difficult to face that. That was bad enough to deal with.
Imagine how I hate you now, when I realise that you are so blissfully thoughtless that you will talk about dead babies so casually in front of me and be blasé about risks because dead babies happen to other people, not someone like you. Imagine how it feels to know that had the circumstances been reversed I would still have that stupid innocence that you flaunt.
Now I know that what happened to Isobel is not Laura’s fault. I know that it wasn’t a choice between her baby and mine, where someone picked her baby to live and mine to die. I even know that she’s a nice person who deserves good things. I know I don’t really hate her as a person, it’s just that I’ve projected all of my negative emotions and the poor woman has been an unlucky recepticle. But I just can’t bring myself to feel bad about how I feel about her. As if she will give me a second thought when she goes home to eat her bloody blue cheese. As if it will matter to her when she is celebrating her son’s second birthday. As if she will be upset that I hate her when she is introducing her two children to each other and watching them form a lifelong bond.
Tomorrow I will tell myself, “Laura, I don’t hate you, I’m just not necessarily excited about your existence!”
I hate her too! How could she ? I’m assuming she’s a psychologist too ? Seriously ???
Could you imagine ever saying something to her ?
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She’s a mental health clinician but not a psychologist. I was pondering saying something to her when I woke up at 5am this morning! But I think I’ve come to the conclusion it’s not worth it, unless she maybe says anything ridiculously stupid again today!!!!!
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Which is guaranteed !
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Lol lets hope so, so I can pull her on it!!
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Well?! Any progress to report
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Apart from talking to me about the stress of her son’s picky eating she was fine so I didn’t get to shout at her lol!!!
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I hate her! What a thoughtless selfish cow.
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Totally! I think it’s the thoughtless bit that’s the worst, like she should have been affected by Isobel’s death but it seems like she wasn’t at all!
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You might not hate Laura but I think I do! How can someone be so inconsiderate? I want to stick a pencil in her eye and I didn’t even have to witness her complete thoughtlessness first-hand. I think you showed incredible restraint and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have done the same. Xx
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Aw thank you! I do love that you’re hating her too!!!!!!
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I have a Laura in my life. I’ll call her “Alyssa.” I hate her. And I hate Laura too. What a fucking moron she is.
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Fucking moron is perfect! I wish we were the naive morons and they hated us!!!
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Me too. I wish for this so much.
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HOLY. SHIT. people are the worst. I love this entry so much. ((Hugs))
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The very worst!!!!!!
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Glad someone else feels it, my sister in law is a bit of a laura, love her, hate the fact shes due the same month I was…
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Oh my goodness that is so very tough for you. Huge hugs x
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Thank you. I’m glad to be an aunt again and trying to find the joy, but I miss my baby more than anything.
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I have a “Laura” too. In fact, that’s exactly what I named her in the post I wrote prior to reading yours! However, reading about your Laura makes my complaints seem totally unjustified. Your Laura is a fucking moron but mine is someone for me to direct blame toward.
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Bloody Lauras!!!!! I think in some ways we need people to blame to take a little of the self blame away! X
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I have a Laura. Several. I think it’s a perfectly acceptable vessel for hate. Fuck the Laura’s.
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