The Dwarf Lady
When he was two weeks old, still stationed in the NICU, a lady came for a very important sit-down with us. My husband had to work everyday. He'd come to the hospital in the morning, before work, at lunch time, and then stay for a long time after work. He felt like it wasn't enough time to spend with his son. This woman consumed nearly his entire lunchbreak pussyfooting around the issue where they thought our son had achondroplastic dwarfism.
She kept talking about persons of short stature this and little people that and finally my husband blurted out, "Are you trying to tell me that my son is going to be short or that he's a dwarf? Either way is ok by me, I'm just happy he's alive. My wife and I are "people of short stature". We never thought he'd be a basketball player, coming from our gene pool and all. So just say what you're trying to say and let me go visit with my son"
After she picked her jaw up off the floor, what do you think the next words out of her mouth were?? Not sorry or anything like that. She then proceeded to tell us that yes, our son was indeed a dwarf and by the way, it's really hard to raise a dwarf and it would probably ruin our marriage so if we decided to discretely adopt him out, no one would think less of us. Really. It's ok, just ditch your genetic malfunction and pretend like nothing happened.
After we picked our jaws up off the floor, my husband shouted, "Have you even seen my boy? Don't say another word until you've seen him because he's the most beautiful kid you'll ever lay eyes on!" And I, outraged beyond belief asked her if she knew what we just went through to have this perfect baby.
It pisses me off that they will send morons like this to talk to new parents about what's different about their kid. This was only 8 years ago and I live in California where they should know better.
This is going into a conservative & tasteful handbag, lovingly nestled in a crap-filled burlap sack, and gently placed on that woman's front porch where it is rigged to erupt in flames when she opens the door. May her porch smell of dogshit all summer long.
She kept talking about persons of short stature this and little people that and finally my husband blurted out, "Are you trying to tell me that my son is going to be short or that he's a dwarf? Either way is ok by me, I'm just happy he's alive. My wife and I are "people of short stature". We never thought he'd be a basketball player, coming from our gene pool and all. So just say what you're trying to say and let me go visit with my son"
After she picked her jaw up off the floor, what do you think the next words out of her mouth were?? Not sorry or anything like that. She then proceeded to tell us that yes, our son was indeed a dwarf and by the way, it's really hard to raise a dwarf and it would probably ruin our marriage so if we decided to discretely adopt him out, no one would think less of us. Really. It's ok, just ditch your genetic malfunction and pretend like nothing happened.
After we picked our jaws up off the floor, my husband shouted, "Have you even seen my boy? Don't say another word until you've seen him because he's the most beautiful kid you'll ever lay eyes on!" And I, outraged beyond belief asked her if she knew what we just went through to have this perfect baby.
It pisses me off that they will send morons like this to talk to new parents about what's different about their kid. This was only 8 years ago and I live in California where they should know better.
This is going into a conservative & tasteful handbag, lovingly nestled in a crap-filled burlap sack, and gently placed on that woman's front porch where it is rigged to erupt in flames when she opens the door. May her porch smell of dogshit all summer long.
posted by T. Willie at 7:49 PM
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