Marian Lee1:06:35
I don't know how to articulate it. I don't know that there is a word to describe the combination of grief over something or someone lost that you never really had, with a combination of anger. Raw, fierce anger at God for this situation, at Peter for having made the choice in the moment of crisis when I'm sitting there in the bed, the blood pressure is going up, I'm delirious, and the doctor says there's only one choice here: you save her or you save the baby, which one is it? Peter says, we'll save my wife. I was pissed because whatever that thing that clicked in my head that said protect the life that is coming first, I was like, no, you should have chosen that one. I've already lived. You should have chosen her. I said that to him. Yes, it was the beginning of some of the big factors in our relationship, that moment. Also, feeling like an utter failure. Women since the beginning of time have had babies apparently easily. My mom had four. Stolen Africans were having babies in fields with no epidurals or child care. Here I was living a very lavish lifestyle, having an OB-GYN that worked out of the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and I couldn't even do that. All of those feelings were so raw and combined. Then on top of it, my almost debilitating drive to be successful at it. We go back to some childhood things that said, look, I've got to do the thing, I've got to be the best at the thing. So now this has happened, I have all these terrible, scary emotions going on, but I'm going to beat it. Clearly, that's what I set out to do. So three months after Eve died, I got pregnant. My doctor, Peter, everybody was like absolutely not. This is not a good idea. Not my therapist, everybody. I was like, I don't care, I'm going to do it. Not necessarily because I want to be a mother, and this is a difficult thing to say. I want to do it successfully. I want to prove to myself, to my body, that I could do it. I wanted to yell at God and be like, did you take this away because I said I didn't want it? Well, okay, now I want it, so let's do it. Even when I got sick again with my second pregnancy, I was like, look, I'm going to do everything. I consumed so many prenatal vitamins. I would take them by the palmful. I got a specialist. I was taking Lovenox, a blood thinner that I would have to inject into my belly every single day. I was the most obedient pregnant woman you've ever seen. I still got sick seven months into my pregnancy, still with all of that. So again, sometimes there are situations that you cannot control. Very much like Ben, he would have chosen to end his life at some point with or without my love, with or without me answering the phone. I was going to get ill with or without the prenatals, with or without a specialist. Those are not controllable by me, but I was still trying my best to be successful, to do it well. When Leo was born, she came out screaming. I took one look at that girl and I was like, yeah, you and I are going to make it. You came here by any means necessary, and I am going to love you fiercely, deeply, because it just took too much to get here.