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You’re asking me about challenges? Ok so we get thrown into the Delta Quadrant, alone, with no back up, forced to defend ourselves daily against scavengers, hostile aliens, food shortages, and a battle to get back to the right quadrant!
Not to mention, facing the possibility of losing my husband and friends every day, to away missions, mechanical failures, sabotage, weapons fire, or getting stranded in anomalies!
Then I face the challenge of facing my inner demons, letting myself love, of getting married to him, and of trying to have a baby, (and from the way the doctor put it, the chances of human/Klingon conception were stacked against us so high that a Kazon war vessel couldn’t pummel it down).
After Miral was born I thought the challenges would be easier, boy was I wrong! I was very, very wrong, but going from being a soldier, from being able to kill a person - well not as many ways as Tuvok, but I was a fighter, to a clueless mother. I didn’t know what a diaper was, let alone how to change one, bottles, pacifiers, feeding, it was like trying to learn to speak Romulan! Teething, sleeping, - or lack there of as the case was, sickness, tantrums, parental disagreements, on top of the challenge of re-integrating into being back home.
In saying that, it hasn’t been all bad, first step, first word, learning how to tie shoelaces, tell the time and writing names. It’s been a roller coaster ride, some good, some bad, but all challenging!
I think my next challenge will be talking Miral into staying with her grandpa again, I think falling off that horse scared her a little - Owen told me that she went out horse riding and fell over a fence, she wont talk about it, any ideas anyone?
Not to mention, facing the possibility of losing my husband and friends every day, to away missions, mechanical failures, sabotage, weapons fire, or getting stranded in anomalies!
Then I face the challenge of facing my inner demons, letting myself love, of getting married to him, and of trying to have a baby, (and from the way the doctor put it, the chances of human/Klingon conception were stacked against us so high that a Kazon war vessel couldn’t pummel it down).
After Miral was born I thought the challenges would be easier, boy was I wrong! I was very, very wrong, but going from being a soldier, from being able to kill a person - well not as many ways as Tuvok, but I was a fighter, to a clueless mother. I didn’t know what a diaper was, let alone how to change one, bottles, pacifiers, feeding, it was like trying to learn to speak Romulan! Teething, sleeping, - or lack there of as the case was, sickness, tantrums, parental disagreements, on top of the challenge of re-integrating into being back home.
In saying that, it hasn’t been all bad, first step, first word, learning how to tie shoelaces, tell the time and writing names. It’s been a roller coaster ride, some good, some bad, but all challenging!
I think my next challenge will be talking Miral into staying with her grandpa again, I think falling off that horse scared her a little - Owen told me that she went out horse riding and fell over a fence, she wont talk about it, any ideas anyone?