I spent a good part of my childhood living in a subsidized housing complex in Kitchener. I didn’t know that it was dingy or small or that our neighbourhood was poor or what government subsidy was. I thought of it as home. Continue Reading
Twice this procedure has been rescheduled. Which was extra disappointing because once I decided to move ahead I was focused and eager. This time, so far so good. Continue Reading
“Whatever you do don’t move north of Steeles.” Our house had grown too small and it was time to make a decision. Continue Reading
We were brought to a kind of holding room. Michael walked and I was wheeled. No word of our baby or what was going to happen next. Continue Reading
Week 4. On a warm Saturday evening, Michael and I attended a wedding in Kitchener, for the son of my dad’s wife. Continue Reading
The weekend of waiting. I felt on edge, disconnected from the world, hyper-aware of the unwell baby inside me who was also dealing with this crisis in a much more direct way. Continue Reading
The next few hours at the hospital were a haze of countless ultrasounds and a parade of physicians and in the end, the diagnosis was right. Continue Reading
I came out to the reception area and now everything looked different. Continue Reading
I drove from Sarilyn’s office in the east end to the ultrasound clinic downtown. I didn’t mind terribly. This felt important – I was looking after myself – and also meant I was excused from work for the next couple of hours. Continue Reading
I can’t remember the first midwife’s name. Might have been Andrea. Continue Reading
