For thanksgiving we went to visit our sons primary nurse while he was in the NICU. We spent the day with her family and they kind of know our story.
Her daughter (who is a nurse also) started asking questions...
"Are you guys going to try again?"
and I answer with, "I dont know"
she says, "I had a friend, had a baby, it had lots of problems at birth and died at 4 months, they told her it would never happen again, but when they had their second it was born with the same problems and they just held it while it died."
She proceeds to tell me how they adopted and yatta yatta...

I am not under any illusion that our genetic odds are unknown. I realize that. For some stranger to share that story just hits my nerve. Made me want to cry. Makes me want to never try again, and go to school for the rest of my life and never risk losing another baby. I just couldn't hardly believe how insensitive that was.

I don't know what to do. I talked to the geneticist this week, and he has another lead he wants to look into. So this past week I've been doing research on Menke's disease. Its a long shot, but if we know what it is we can opt for genetic testing and make more informed choices. Meanwhile my gyno tells me, that he thinks that I can probably have a healthy baby. No one knows so I just wish I could stay nuteral on the idea of giving motherhood another shot, but when I hear depressing stories it is discouraging.