I started to climb out on the rocks. I wanted to get the perfect picture of Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse. My husband called to me as I went out: “Be careful, Love! I didn’t check which ERs are in-network on this trip!”
“I’m fine,” I called back, “I spent my whole childhood climbing rocks in National Parks”
“Except you’re not a child anymore!” he reminded me.
“Oh boo to you!” I said, jumping to another rock.
Except, well, he had a point. We were at Acadia National Park precisely to celebrate my 40th birthday. Plus, I’m a total klutz — it’s maybe possible that I tripped over a rock and fell over backwards at the first Overlook (but who’s counting that?). 40 and a klutz. Sure, but I was going to see that lighthouse. Read More
“Ew yuck” my daughter announced, “Mommy, Simon has a stinky bum.”
“He does? I don’t smell anything,” I said, as I gave my son a proper pants check. Looking in, I saw it. She was right – toddler noses tell all. But my nose… my nose smelled nothing.
Let me repeat that: my nose smelled nothing. I bent in closer for a smell. (Don’t even judge me). I couldn’t smell it.
As I changed the stinky-to-everyone-else-diaper, I felt panic arise in me. I had a terrible head cold. I’d had it a few days – mucus and a headache. My son had given it to me, lovingly wiping his cute snotty nose on me. He was fine, and I was fine except for the mucus … and now the fact that I couldn’t smell.
“Name … Birthdate … You’re here for your annual exam? … And you’ve had 3 pregnancies and 2 births.”
“Uh Yes,” I replied to the nurse, stunned.
“Looks like you’re set then,” she said, as she left. “The doctor will be in shortly.”
There it was. Just hanging out there. A truth that hardly ever gets spoken. A loss that rarely gets shared. She said it so matter of factly. I wasn’t hurt. In fact, I felt honored. I felt seen. Nowhere else is that little life who wasn’t acknowledged.
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