Salty wound

One of the only pieces of mail is from Kaiser.  "Weird", I think, because we are no longer insured by them...or anyone for that matter.  I settled on the explanation being that it's regarding Ro, since she is insured there.

Nope.  It's actually for me.  For "Melanie".  Gee, thanks for the courtesy of spelling my name right.  It's printed correctly on everything Kaiser has for me, but apparently this was too much trouble.

"We notice that your due date of 3/29/12 is fast approaching!  We hope to make your experience here as lovely as possible and want to be sure you are registered at L&D and blah, blah, blah, blah"

Oh, God.  Seriously?  I'm hurt, angered and start to cry.  My face feels hot.  I call Ethan and tell him about the note.  I start to lose it.  I even go so far as to mock my conversation to Kaiser, "Hello!  You're the ones who aborted my baby!  Are you freaking kidding me?"  I want them to know my hurt at their oversight.  I want to curse at them and cry at them and have them feel awful.

Oh, the theatrics.

Of course, my baby wasn't aborted.  My baby wasn't ever going to be a baby.

I realize, as a result of this letter I received in the mail today, that I am still very emotional about it all.  I suppose I thought I had  grieved and it was over.  Turns out, if you have the right angle, I can get all worked up about it, all over again.

Ro starts to fuss, she bumped her head on the table.  And I'm all better.
I snuggle her and we talk about what happened.  I ask her if she wants to help me put away some clean clothes and she hops up, her hurt head all but healed.