As a fan (reader? blogee?) of Flotsam blog, I knew I would love her writing. However, I was shocked by HOW MUCH I LOVED HER WRITING. I mean, read-out-loud-to-people-around-me LOVE. Alexa has such a way with words and she is so funny and irreverent without being crass. As the protagonist of this tale, she is heroic. As the writer of this tale, she is honest. She tells the good, the bad, and the ugly about herself and one can only applaud (and envy) her for that. I can imagine that writing this was equally scary and cathartic.
It's a story that needs told. As the sister of someone dipping her toe (or opening her cervix) to the world of infertility, this story was of particular interest to me. She's alternately whip-smart (her medical knowledge is vast) and freshly-born kitten vulnerable. She's scared, hopeful, nervous, neurotic, strong, and genuine. She's witty and dry (wry?). She uses humor as both a defense mechanism and a life preserver. While I recognize the humor (and profanity) may strike sensitive readers as vulgar, it's clearly a big part of who she is. Again with the honestly, that Alexa. And, to be honest, I would much rather have a drink (make it a Sidecar!) with Alexa than an easy-to-offend flower who wants the sometimes gruesome story of a NICU survivor wrapped up in a blanket woven of the eyelashes of a thousand baby lambs.
As an atheist, she bristles at the idea that there is a greater good to come from her son Ames' "demise" and I share her religious (non) beliefs and have never read such a gracious and commonsense (albeit brief -- a few paragraphs here and there) defense of atheism -- and I took many graduate-level religion classes! However, I hope it gives her some comfort to know that his story is being told -- along with his sister's -- to help women.
She hates when mothers say, "Oh, I could never done have done what you did." She's right -- yes, you could. That's what a mother does. She's her child's first and fiercest advocate. That's what Alexa is. Simone is lucky to her -- and lucky to have this glorious and gutsy tale of how she came to be. We're all lukcy to have this tale shared with us.
That's what this is, ultimately, brilliant and witty writing aside: a mother's love letter to her child(ren). Every sentence is a gift in this funny, touching, generous tale.