My adopted sister–divorced and pregnant by who knows who–is currently living with me and Mr. N.Sane. She doesn’t have a job, although to give her credit, she has been looking since she moved in. The problem is that she’s always worked warehouse jobs, and that’s not really practical while she’s 5 months pregnant.
She called me in hysterics today because the doctor found that she has chlamydia. She also said that the baby may have Down Syndrome and she has to go see a specialist.
She came up to my office to weep copious tears before leaving for the specialist appointment. While she was here, I had to grit my teeth to prevent a rude “I told you so.” You know the routine: “Don’t have unprotected sex. Besides unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, you could also get unwanted sexually transmitted diseases.” “Oh, no, I know that happens to other people, but it won’t happen to me.” So here she is, pregnant and getting her medical care through Medicaid because she had unprotected sex.
I asked why the doctor thought there may be a chance the baby has Down Syndrome, since I didn’t find any link between it and chlamydia when I googled chlamydia. She said that she told the doctor that her birth mother had one child with spina bifida, and that the doctor and the ultrasound tech thought the veins in the baby’s head look like they may be too large. While she was here, she raised her fist to the heavens and cursed her birth mother.
Okay, pardon my bitchiness here–I really am sympathetic and don’t want any harm to come to her or to the baby. BUT (and a big fat f’ing but), her birth mother was a prostitute and a drug addict. I don’t know whether it’s true that she had one child with spina bifida, although I don’t necessarily doubt it, but I wonder if the drugs and STDs she undoubtedly had contributed to that. And NEXT BUT: my sister has no one to blame for her STD but herself.
She’s lied to everyone in the family. She told me, before I flew out to get her and drive back with her to my place, that she had only had sex with two guys since her divorce. She told my mother that she’s had unprotected sex with more men than she could count. She told my sister something somewhere in between. So yeah, it could happen to you, and it did. Now you’re leeching off the state for your medical care, you’re whining about your birth mother causing all this harm to your unborn child, and you’re refusing to take any responsibility for yourself.
Of course, is she going to give this child up for adoption? No, at least, not if it’s healthy. If he does turn out to have some health issues, I’m sure she will change her mind and be only too glad to let me and Mr. N.Sane adopt him.
So I just need a big major hairy scream here. I’m also dealing with (a) Mr. N.Sane has esophagitis & acid reflux disease and is having a biopsy next Monday to see if he has cancer; (b) supporting said sister through her pregnancy (I have no kids of my own, darned endometriosis, and had to have a hysterectomy a year ago); © going to school full-time and working full-time; (d) health problems of my own. I think I’d find it in me to be more sympathetic if my sister were taking a little reponsibility for this on herself, but her sitting here cursing her birth mother was just a little too much for me to bear.
I know this is a whiny little self-pitying rant. I probably sound like a heinous hosebag sister, just thinking of myself. I’m not. There’s just so much going on right now in my life that this is one more drop into an already overflowing bucket of shit.