If ever there was a tale of ‘woe is me’ this is definitely it.
Sarah Scott’s gut wrenching, tragic story of loss, of sacrifice and of woe, has taken the internet by storm as people reach out to Scott to lend an ear, a shoulder and words of wisdom to ease her pain.
You see, Scott couldn’t grow her family the way she wanted. After two beautiful children, the reality of the ‘real world’ hit her like a ton of bricks. Many people are unable to have children at all. And Scott admits she was fortunate to have her two beautiful children. But she mourns for the third child she will never have, a child she so desperately wants. But alas, it is not to be, because she doesn’t want to sell her time share.
I know, I know, it’s a tragedy of epic proportions. It’s downright Shakespearean. People who suffer from infertility have reached out to her to let her know that her loss is really something that touched them.
But not in a good way.
Before we can really understand where she’s coming from, we need to understand from where she came, and why she is now really, truly unable to have another child.
Scott and her husband bought their beloved time share as newlyweds. Then they bought their starter home, which they were able to sell and buy, and I quote, the “fully-loaded luxury home of our dreams.”
They visit their timeshare once a year. They’d go more but that was one of the ‘sacrifices’ she and her husband had to make.
“Certain sacrifices had to be made for this dream [their home] to come true for us. The first being that we can only afford to have two children. We are able to afford one family vacation a year (using a timeshare that we purchased in full as newlyweds). We kept to a budget for other large expenses that came with our latest move like a ride-on lawnmower, gardening supplies, a fenced in yard for our dogs, and a generator.”
Glad she kept to a budget for her ride-on lawnmower. We wouldn’t want to think she spent her money frivolously.
Her womb aches for the baby she could not have. It aches. It literally aches.
“…we would like to have one more child. My uterus literally aches despite the fact that logic suggests we can’t afford it right now. After talking it over, and trying to adjust the budget, we have come to the conclusion that the decision to buy our dream home last year has eliminated the possibility of having any more children,” she bemoans.
“Unless circumstances suddenly change, in order to have one more child, we would need to downsize,” to a house that doesn’t require a ride-on mower I guess. It would be wasteful to own it and not have a house that requires it, am I right?
Or they could sell their time share. But they love that time share. Scott is a stay at home mom, so having one more child wouldn’t in any way increase their daycare fees, but it would mean an extra plane ticket to that time share, and plane tickets are pricy!
Her uterus aches for that third child, but the “fully loaded house of our dreams” and the time share have forced her to focus on what’s truly important.
“Something has to give,” Scott concedes. “And unfortunately, in this case, it’s our mutual dream of having another child.” Naturally! Obviously.
Of course, people who suffer from infertility commented on Scott’s blog to commiserate. They TOTALLY get what she is going through.
“How awful life must be. When I sit in my tiny rented house after a long day of work, waiting for my husband to finish his (sometimes 15 hour) work day so we can draw up more budget plans so we know if we can afford the IVF or ICSI that we will need in order to have children, I will now be so thankful that at least I’m not living the terrible life that you are,” Helen Pixie Richards wrote on the Elle Décor article.
Heather Bernklau was similarly commiserative. “World’s tiniest violin is playing the saddest song for the saddest rich white lady. Boo-hoo. I’m sorry but, I’m inordinately angry after reading this condescending, entitled, self-aggrandizing drivel. This woman would not have written, let alone published this if she truly understood what it means to struggle in life,” Heather Bernklau wrote.
Sarah Scott might just be possible for the greatest sob story of our time. So much so that I am confident that there are now competing GoFundMe accounts to help them afford to have the baby they dream of.
Mike Vago offered support and some words of advice to ease Scott’s pain. “My heart breaks to hear about the horrible sacrifices someone with a gigantic house, an “essential” riding lawn mower, a timeshare, and a non-working parent had to endure. You really have no idea how 99% of this country lives, do you? I’m sure you can dry your tears with big piles of money,” he suggested.
I, for one, hope she finds peace with her lot in life, and that her uterus stops “literally aching.” Hopefully her next vacation is the antidote she has chosen it to be.