Yellow drabble: 100 words

For me, they are both success and failure. Hormones to guarantee regulation along with upheaval. For ten years, they hid the problem, and now after three fruitless more, they are my final solution. They are where I started and now, finally, where I have reluctantly returned.

There are four rows. Three of them are yellow; the fourth is white. Take all colored tablets before white tablets, the black print warns.

I want to take yellow and yellow and yellow again, one pack to the next. I want to skip all the sugar pills forever, forget I am a woman.

In technical news, I have a question. I'm registered in the GWW LJ community, but I don't know how to post to it. I've only posted to my own LJ. Help!

Kristin, great drabble.

Re the posting, on the bottom of your posting square there should be a box with a drop down menu that says "post to". Is GWW in there?

Got it, Deb. Thanks. That's the only reason I haven't been posting my drabbles over there. Verily, I am lazy.

ETA: I was a yellow baby, too, btw! Love that drabble.

The number of "this was the happiest moment of my life!" childbirth stories out there have always astonished me. Are these women kidding? It hurt like hell for hours, was humiliating, and all I really wanted to do was eviscerate everyone involved, starting with her father and saving the grand finale for that pompous twit of a doctor.

And then she came out the colour of an undercooked daffodil.

They didn't actually notice my jaundice at first; I had to go back to the hospital a few days later.

Jesse, I'll bet you were as cute as hell, even orange.

Jo looked - strange. She had very long dense coal-black curls, and these winged-eyebrows, and, well, the skin tone, NSM.

Thanks, but I swear, newborns are almost never cute.

Most of you have seen me, or at least a picture (for those who haven't I'm blonde, blue-eyed and fair tending toward PINK).

When I was born (also 3 weeks early, also put in the incubator to finish baking), I had: (1) a full head of BLACK hair, (2) eyes so dark that they were almost black, and (3) olive skin that was probably a touch of jaundice.

I would think that Mom took the wrong kid home, except the physical similarities between me and both parents are too strong.

And I would think that the hospital just took a picture of the wrong baby, but Mom remembers the doctor handing me to her, because Mom's first impression was that I looked like a coconut. (I was a para-breech birth, so the birth canal didn't smoosh my head, so I had a perfectly round head full of black hair. And yes, I came out ass-first.)

Jake, my first baby, was jaundiced. I was 24 and clueless, and he looked perfect because it was a C-section, so no lumps or angry red marks or pointy head. I said to the nurse, "He's so beautiful -- all golden! Like a little surfer baby!" And she looked at me like I had two heads and said, "Honey, that's jaundice."

The little black S&M masks they have to wear under the lights are so weird.