The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back meets G9P3A3


A recent post on Nutsrok, one of my favourite blogs, reminded me of a story about what I call the straw that broke the camel’s back….

Years ago my 20 month old son had a bad cough that he could not seem to shake, so I took him to his pediatrician.  The doctor checked my son out, then told me to take him to the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario (CHEO) for further testing because he suspected asthma.  I promptly burst into tears in front of the doctor, his receptionist, my son and a full waiting room.

I’m sure they all thought I was crazy, not to mention an unfit mother.  What they didn’t know was that two days earlier I had suffered a second miscarriage, to add to the three stillbirths in my pregnancy history…

I have since written a book about my pregnancy woes entitled G9P3A3


4 thoughts on “The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back meets G9P3A3

  1. Oh Lord. None of us ever knows what is on another’s plate. I am so sorry for your losses. I know those children as real today as then. I am reminded of being on the elevator in the hospital when a minister got on. I knew him. A very stoic man was facing straight ahead when the minister said to him, “Smile, it can’t be that bad.”
    The man replied, “My son just died.”
    The minister broke into tears and apologized. We both expressed sincere condolences, but I doubt the father remembers that!

  2. I don’t know if I ever told you that I read your book, Lorie. I was deeply touched by all that you went through with so many losses! It must have indeed been a terrible time, but you are such an encouragement to others who find themselves in a similar painful circumstance. You offer hope! It sure is important to remember all the time that we don’t know what others are going through. ox

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