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Throughout my pregnancy, I didn't know if I was having a boy or a girl--I wanted to be surprised. When my baby was delivered, the doctor yelled, "It’s a girl!" A daughter--what I'd hoped for! Although I would have loved a son equally, in all honesty I'd hoped for a daughter. I thought long and hard about her name, wanting something significant, and chose Olivia, which means peace, and Rose, because I had a passion for roses. Olivia Rose.

What do I do with that name now?

 

My sister made a beautiful painting to commemorate Olivia's birth--a watercolor of a quilt. Each square symbolizes something unique about me or Olivia or her father. For Olivia, one square has a dove with an olive branch, another square has tiny roses. For us all, there's a square for Michigan, another with acorns for her birth month. And in the center are Olivia's full name, birth date, and weight.

What do I do with this painting now?

In our family room, rows of pictures line the window ledges. In one, Olivia and I are at a restaurant. A friend caught us with our foreheads together, both laughing heartily. Olivia has her hand to her mouth, as if there were a secret between us. Her long, curly hair is pulled back, and she's wearing a flowery blue dress. I look on down the row of pictures: Olivia in a tutu, Olivia and her sister wearing matching dresses....

What do I do with these pictures now?

Eli has been going by "Eli" for the past four years. "Olivia" feels foreign on my tongue now, and some days I don't even register "Olivia" as anyone I know. But when Eli talks about legally changing his name, literally wiping out any trace of Olivia, a deep sadness fills my heart.

What do I do with the birth certificate then?

I have been with my child every step of the way exploring his gender. I have found him help. I have driven him to countless appointments. I have stood unwavering as he faltered and then regained his grounding. I have researched--for myself, for him--transgender issues, transitioning, and supportive places. When he had his top surgery, I nursed him through his recovery, changing his bandages, helping him bathe.

But where in all this is space for me to mourn the girl I birthed? How do I keep my "daughter's" memories while also welcoming a "son"?

Andrea Eisenberg
Bloomfield Hill, Michigan

 

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# Joan Greland 2019-05-03 19:32
I have a trans grandson and still grieve the loss of the slim young girl I knew for eighteen years as Zoey.
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