Denise, Montréal-Nord QC (4/4)
"You know, I’m 83 now. When I was 24 – when I got married – it was your job as a wife to take care of everything. That’s what was expected of you. I don’t know, maybe I was a bit silly or naïve. But my husband was studying or working, he had long hospital shifts. He was tired too. He used to play with the kids, of course, but I would have never asked him to wake up at night to change a diaper! We didn’t go out much when the kids were little because we didn’t have a lot of money. I didn’t have friends but I had many sisters and my kids had so many cousins! But now, most of my siblings are gone, so there’s that. If I didn't have any kids of my own, I would have adopted. Of course I would have preferred having a third or a fourth child instead of my thrombosis, but it wasn’t my karma. And because it took so long to get better, I would have been too old to get pregnant again. There was also the pain, constant. We had two healthy children and I think we were satisfied with that. We never really talked about it though. My husband isn’t the most talkative of men! Yes… I had two beautiful babies and you know how it is: your baby, it’s your baby. You can hold him, tickle him… you can bite her toes and kiss them whenever you want. We’re proud of our kids now. And in the end, it all worked out."