(Scene: Fenceline, muggy evening, Mr. ABF greets new neighbor and one of her three kids.)
Mr. ABF: "I'm [Mr. ABF] by the way . . . "
Neighbor: "Oh, I remember! You're [Mr. ABF] and Tash, and your daughter is Bella, and your dog . . . your dog is . . . . Maddy?
Mr. ABF: ???!!!!?????
Neighbor: "No wait, Max. Max and Buddy. Isn't that funny, I combined them!"
:::
Mr. ABF walked over where I was lovingly grilling our salmon dinner and recounted this by beginning, "So I just had a weird encounter." And we both wound up laughing so hard there were tears. Our collective sense of humor has indeed twisted.
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- On February 12, 2007, my daughter Maddalena (Maddy) was born. After 12-14 prenatal ultrasounds -- most for non-baby related issues like a rather scary subchorionic bleed and low-lying placenta -- and a clean amnio, we were nothing short of ecstatic upon the arrival of our beautiful, 6 lb. girl. The docs decided to move her to the NICU overnight for what appeared to be breathing issues related to meconium intake. And then the wheels came off the bus. And the bus spun out of control, and hurdled off the cliff, causing our chests to decompress and vomit to rise in our throats, followed by the bus blowing up, sending shrapnel into our eyes and making our skin melt like that guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark . . . . where was I? Oh yeah. Maddy was moved to Children's Hospital, and died on Feb. 18, 6 days old. She is survived by her mom [waves hand], her dad (aka, Mr. ABF), and her big sister Bella. Be prepared for discussion on infertility, ART, grief, toddlerhood, wine recommendations, recipe queries and dog training. Oh, and genetics. And I don't know boo about genetics, so this ought to be really entertaining.
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25 comments:
Oh dear.
I was going to type the same thing: Oh dear.
It's a joke only those in the know can ever get. Or laugh at.
Jeebus.
Oof.
A story in the same vein:
For my first Christmas since we lost Iris, my mother-in-law gave me...
iris scented soap-on-a-rope.
Because there's no better time to remember your dead baby than when you're washing your armpits!
Okaaaay, then.
what can i say? it's funny...and the laughter...i think one can only laugh that hard and twisted when there's a river of shit running underneath. it's funny to us, or we die. i recently started using the term 'maniacally' to describe that kind of laughter. (i love that it's usually reserved for grotesque killers and stuff...HA!...but isn't dead babies what they usually flash back to in the movies anyway??!! you know, to explain how they became grotesque killers?)
It's one of those situations where you're either gonna laugh or cry. Laughing is usually better. I'll bet if your neighbour ever found out, she'd be mortified.
Laugh or cry, for sure. Ugh.
Thank god for your sense of humor.
Yeah, what Debbie said.
It took me far too long to realise that fenceline was I word that I know. In my head I was reading it as "fence-uh-line". Goodness. I need coffee.
Creepy! I may name my next dog Bax.
Oh dear goodness... (I do rather like Bax!)
Reminds me a lot of Charmy's little one reminicsing about her sister Book.
erm, I hope it's ok that I did laugh.
I didn't know names can be combined like that... ...
Oy, god.
I gasped so loud, saying, "Oh, no..." As I read, C checked to see if I was okay.
Oy vey.
And,yes, it is humor appreciated by a select few.
(And like pp, I totally want to name a dog Bax.)
ACK! Thankfully you guys can share a sense of humor.
And afteriris. OH.MY. Our daughters name is Rose, so we have gotten lots of rose things since she died, but soap-on-a-rope? Well now, that's a whole nother level of fun. What WAS your MIL thinking???
I totally get the new found twisted sense of humor. WE can't cry all of the time!
That is freaky. I am glad you can laugh. A sick sense of humour is most essential.
Oh man. I totally get that sense of humor. I mean, really, what are the chances that THAT would come out of her mouth? Sheesh.
That is completely freaky and weird. And, of course, funny in that special sick kinda way.
It's funny, isn't it? It all depends on your mood doesn't it? I've had ones like this which have just been riotously funny - but on another day I could have been really upset. But I think that when you do have a day when you can see the funny side then that's a good sign. With love, Alice
i like Bax better
My own father a few days ago: "I remember that old dog you put to sleep last year. &;ltMyDeadBabyName&;gt wasn't it?"
we find ourselves laughing at the most inappropriate times too. things that probably should be really sad, we end up turning around. i think its the only way, right?
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