Wow! This stirs up some awful memories. My history is a lot easier than yours. For one thing, it was my eldest so I could give her all of my attention. For another, it was only ten weeks with no hospital stay or drugs. However, I remember how exhausting it is to both nurse, pump and bottle feed. I remember how all-consuming the worries were: is it her, me, or both of us? Should I do something different? Finally, I remember that nobody just listened to me. They all felt they could make it better by telling me how fine their own children were and telling me that I was just overly-concerned as a first-time parent. It was also horrid for James when he returned to work, knowing I was doing it all without any support. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!
I can't imagine what it would be like to mix in the fear that someone may find out about his alien origins if they look too hard.
Elisabeth
