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For years, Chelsea Maynard has longed to be a mother. She's imagined caring for a new baby in the lovely house she shares with her husband, Leo, fondly planning every detail. But after a difficult birth, those dreams of blissful bonding evaporate. Chelsea battles sleep deprivation and feelings of isolation. Little Annabelle cries constantly, and Chelsea has dark visions fueled by exhaustion and self-doubt. Her sister, Emma, insists she gets help for post-partum depression, but Chelsea's doctor dismisses her worries as self-indulgent.
Doubting her ability to parenteven doubting her own sanityChelsea is close to collapse. Then an unthinkable crisis hits. And suddenly, Chelsea is compelled to face both the fragility and resilience of life, and the extraordinary depths of love.
With uncompromising candor and clarity, acclaimed author Rosalind Noonan creates a mesmerizing novel that is gripping, heart-wrenching, and unforgettably poignant.
Praise for Rosalind Noonan's The Daughter She Used to Be
"The author once again takes on an emotional topic with great sensitivity." –Booklist
"An engrossing family saga. . .this novel would fuel some great book-club discussions."Shelf Awareness
"Noonan delivers another earnest drama." –Publishers Weekly
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About the Author
Rosalind Noonan is a New York Times bestselling fiction author and graduate of Wagner College. She lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest, where she writes in the shade of some towering two-hundred-year-old Douglas fir trees.
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All She Ever Wanted
By Rosalind Noonan
KENSINGTON BOOKSCopyright © 2013 Rosalind Noonan
All right reserved.
Chapter OneThe first time Chelsea Maynard saved a person's life, she was seven years old. The sunny day marked her extended family's Easter celebration, an occasion for all the cousins to gather, nibble on chocolate bunnies, and hunt for Easter eggs over and over again. Chelsea prided herself on being a good finder of lost things. She was a lot better at it than her male cousins, who were always whining for Mom to help them. The boys had decided to stage the next egg hunt down by the creek on her grandparents' property, and Chelsea had gone along with the idea until it had all dwindled into a hunt for toads and lizards and water snakes. Boy stuff.
She jiggled her stash of candy eggs in her basket as she climbed back up to the house. There was no way she would eat them, but they were a sign of status nonetheless.
She was humming a song about a rabbit when a cry peeled from up the hill. A car was coming down the driveway, rolling faster and faster down the straight lane.
With the glare on the windows, she couldn't see who was driving, but she started running like the wind. She had to get to the turnaround first.
That driver wasn't going to see the little cousins riding their Big Wheels around and around on the flat part of the driveway.
Chelsea dropped her basket and ran.
When she looked back on that day, she remembered a pulse pounding in her ears and a weird energy that made her feel like she was zooming over the land. She made it to the little ones, snatched Katie from her pink tricycle where she sat probing the pavement with a stick, and yelled at Max to get over in the trees.
Just as they dove into the ferns under the tall pines, the car swooshed down to the turnaround. Like a beast, it groaned and sparked as it bottomed out on the pavement and lurched forward, crunching over Katie's bicycle.
Such a sickening sound.
After the car had rolled to a stop with two wheels hanging over the pavement and buried in dirt, there was a moment of quiet. As if the earth has stopped spinning.
Chelsea looked down at Kate and Max, all safe, and hugged them close. She didn't know why she was shaking and she couldn't get that horrible crunching sound out of her head.
"Let me go!" Max complained. "You're squeezing the stuffing out of me."
Afterward, Easter dinner had been punctuated by tears and grateful prayer, laughter and endless recollections of who saw what from where. Dad and the uncles had spent an hour hoisting the car out of the dirt, using Grandpa's riding mower to give it a good pull. Uncle Steve was now parked at the bottom of the hill, and he planned to get his brakes checked first thing tomorrow.
"I am really sorry," he kept saying, but no matter how much he apologized, Aunt Paige was still mad at him.
"Everyone is fine," Mom pointed out. "All safe."
Chelsea had known Mom would say that.
"You're a hero, Chelsea." Dad beamed as he handed her an extra-big piece of Grandma's Easter cake with coconut dyed green to make a nest for the candy eggs.
She had giggled, the image of that smashed tricycle pushed from her mind by all the fuss. So much attention for something anyone would have done. Batman was a hero; she was just a girl glad to have extra cake.
* * *
A decade later, it happened again, with far less drama and a smaller audience. Chelsea had come home after school to find her mother handing out snacks to her kids. Judith Maynard ran a home day care center at their house, which Chelsea secretly enjoyed. As the youngest child, she had hated watching her older sisters leave the house for college and jobs and life. The day care meant having lots of kids around—always.
While her mother took one of the kids to the sink to wash off some yogurt, Chelsea circled their little table, hoping to grab some snacks for herself. One of the kids started to get up from the table, looking confused.
"You're supposed to stay in your seat, Jason," a little girl at the table told him.
The boy seemed confused. He bumped into the table, and then swung toward Chelsea.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
When he didn't answer, she scanned the food on the table. Crackers and mini-carrots.
"Are you choking?"
When she saw the faint blue tint around his panicked lips, she quickly knelt behind him and placed her fist to his belly—just above the navel.
Two pushes, and it was out—a nubby piece of carrot.
By that time, Judith had rushed over from the sink. She sank down in front of the kid to touch his face and smooth back his hair.
"Oh, dear Lord! Jason, are you all right?"
"It hurt my throat," he whimpered. "The carrot did it."
"I'll bet. You poor thing." Mom hugged him close. "You'll be fine. You just need to chew your food before you swallow."
Patting Jason's back, Mom looked up at Chelsea and mouthed, "Thank you!"
"Sure," she said, still stunned. No longer hungry, and definitely not in the mood for carrots.
* * *
Today, Chelsea was going for save number three, and she wasn't thinking about her high school softball career.
Today, she needed to save herself.
All through the morning, hope had pulled her ahead, a warm orange light beckoning her across this valley of endless winter. Chelsea had kept her eye on the prize from the minute she slid from her warm bed that morning to begin the mind-numbing routine of motherhood. The predawn alarm of Annabelle's whimper. The cold wood floor underfoot. The soggy diaper. The clang of the radiator in the bathroom. The holding pattern of exhaustion as she sat with the baby in her arms, waiting for Annabelle to finish nursing.
Hurry up and wait. Hurry up and wait.
Each day she couldn't wait for the relief of sundown. Each night a sour gloom convinced her that the sun would never rise, and when it did she dragged herself from bed wondering how she was going to survive another maddening day of servitude to the schedule. "Baby jail," as her older sister called it. Melanie always said it with a smile, but Chelsea thought it was dead-on, except that jail implied that there were other inmates to commiserate with. Here, in the house that Chelsea had once considered her dream home, she spent most days alone with her baby, alone with her dark thoughts.
But today, she was going to peel away the gloom and lift herself from the bed of clouds. Today, she was being proactive, facing her problem ... going for it.
She was going to get help from her doctor.
Annabelle had dozed off, much to Chelsea's relief. The only good baby was a sleeping baby. She shifted the weight of the baby in her arms, pulled her shirt closed, and nestled into the corner of the sofa as the gentle voices from the television washed over her. The movement jostled Annie's little pink mouth open, sending milk dribbling from the crescent of her lips. Chelsea caught it with a soft diaper and dabbed it away. Got to ward off the stains for her appointment with Dr. Volmer. This wasn't one of those sweatpants-and-nightgown sort of days.
Today she had showered and dressed with time to spare.
Annie sucked at the air, and then dozed off again.
Such a sweet baby. Her downy hair clung to the flannel receiving blanket, a halo around her little head. Her hair was so transparent, it was almost invisible. In stark light Annabelle still resembled a cute little old man. "Lady Baldy," as Leo sometimes called her. Then he would soften the insult by nudging her belly and teasing that his hair was starting to thin, too. Leo had a way of talking to their baby that made it seem as if they had a dialogue going.
Chelsea had no words for Annabelle.
Somewhere in her logical mind, Chelsea knew she had a good baby. But since the day Annabelle was born, she couldn't avoid the feeling that her heart was being squeezed in a fist. A fierce, relentless grip.
It wasn't something she wanted to talk about; she tried to ignore it, thinking it would go away. But Leo seemed to be on it from day one, watching her with an odd curiosity, and Leo wasn't one to mince words.
"What the hell's going on, hon?" he'd been asking her lately. "This is not you. What's the deal?"
She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about how many times she had dodged that question. How many times she had lied to her sisters, insisting that everything was fine. Here in the little house she had begun to rebuild with her own hands, she and Leo finally had their angel baby. This was all she'd ever wanted.
The perfect life.
So what did she have to complain about? Nothing. Nothing at all.
The actress on television bit her lips to keep from crying as she looked at the plastic stick of the pregnancy test kit. She gasped and her big round eyes flooded with tears.
"Negative?" her actor husband said. "I'm so sorry."
"No, no! It's positive!" The woman's voice squeaked with emotion as she looked up at her husband. "Plus is positive! It's a yes. We're going to have a baby!"
Tears stung Chelsea's eyes as the couple embraced. That was her story. That was exactly the way it had been with Leo and her! They had yearned for this baby. Not so long ago they both knew that their lives would not be complete until they had a family of their own. Whenever Chelsea's sister Melanie visited with her four kids, they had come alive. Leo got down on the floor to push a truck behind Sam and help him build a bridge, while Chelsea enjoyed seven-year-old Nora's help in the kitchen. "You can't flip the pancake until there are bubbles around the edge," Nora would say, holding the spatula over the griddle from her place on the step stool.
Like pixie dust, the magic of Melanie's kids had always made this house sparkle. Chelsea and Leo would talk about the kids for days after Melanie and her crew headed back to their home in central New Jersey. Anecdotes about the kids' cuteness kept popping up. How Lucy threw better than her twin brother Max. The way Sam said, "More juice, pweeze." The way Nora tried to mother them all.
"I love you, Aunt Chelsea," Nora always said as she folded herself into Chelsea's arms to say good-bye. Holding her close, Chelsea would close her eyes and wish for a daughter like Nora.
She had always known she would have a baby girl.
When she tossed a coin into a fountain or wished upon a star, the wish was always the same—a baby girl with thoughtful eyes and downy hair.
Their baby was supposed to be a dream come true, but reality had smacked her awake. She spent most of her time denying it. When Leo or Emma asked, she claimed to be tired. And though she was exhausted, sometimes she couldn't sleep for the dense, dark pressure behind her eyes. The fear that gripped her was overwhelming and contradictory; both dull and sharp, painful and numbing, frantic and deadly calm.
On the television screen the man whirled the woman around in his arms, then paused tentatively, worried that he would make the baby dizzy.
The joke was worn and corny, but Chelsea snickered, swiping one hand over her wet eyes as the tender scene continued. How many times had she heard that joke? But she still laughed. The movie had been one of her favorites for years. She and Leo could have written that script; they had lived it.
Minus the happy ending.
She sniffed. Well, that was going to change, starting today. Dr. Volmer was going to give her some happy pills to chase the blues away. Her sister Emma had researched the whole thing and learned that there were medications Chelsea could take while breast-feeding.
It sounded so simple; she didn't know why she hadn't turned to him sooner.
"Silly pride," she said, looking down at her sleeping baby. "Mommy has silly pride." There ... she could talk to her baby. Or did it count when she was talking about herself? Had she even said the words aloud?
Chelsea bit her lips, hoping that her failure as a mother hadn't affected Annabelle too much. She wanted to do everything right. Perfect. Her chief weakness was her perfectionism. Listing it as a fault had always worked well on job applications, but in real life, the need to be perfect could be a bitch.
Well, not anymore.
With a sigh, she summoned the energy to push off the couch and place Annabelle in her carrier. Time to find her way back to happiness.
Chapter TwoChelsea had never liked Dr. Volmer. The dour man with the threadbare home office had always frightened her a little. His slick comb-over and tired eyes made her think of a failing executive scraping together yesterday's crumbs—and that was not the sort of doctor a girl wanted to entrust her most vulnerable parts to. At least she'd had an affinity for Dr. Hurley, who'd delivered her baby.
Her former gynecologist had been in a newer office building with plenty of parking. But she'd had to give up that health insurance when she left her job at the magazine. Under Sounder Health Care, choices were limited. Volmer was the only obgyn in their new insurance plan with an office that was reasonably close to their house in New Rochelle. One doctor had spoken with a thick accent that had been too hard to decipher. One wasn't taking new clients, and the specialists in the Bronx came with another set of city problems like parking and traffic.
In the end, Chelsea had gritted her teeth and chosen to suffer through Dr. Second-Rate.
"You brought the baby?" The woman in the crisp blouse at the reception desk craned her neck to look over the counter at the stroller behind Chelsea. What was her name? Despite the visits during the past three months, Chelsea couldn't remember. "Dr. Volmer doesn't allow that. Didn't you read the instructions?"
Chelsea swallowed. "What instructions?"
"On the Web site? When you made the appointment." The stripe in her blouse brought out the teal in her eyes. Cold but sophisticated, it was the sort of color you'd find in a south Florida mansion. All the times she'd been here, she had never paid much attention to the receptionist before. "Didn't you see the red warning about no babies in the office?"
"I didn't know. My husband made the appointment for me. My sister usually watches her, but she's back at work now."
"Mm-mm-mm." Translation: You're in trouble. When the woman rose and emerged from the reception cubicle, Chelsea stepped back.
Was she going to chase them out?
Instead, the woman cut around her and leaned over the stroller to coo for Annabelle. Light flashed on the silver nameplate on her shirt, making it look like a piece of jewelry.
Val ... Chelsea's senses swam with the gentle scent of her perfume, a delicious mix that reminded her of baby powder and flowers. Without the cover of the desk, Val's teal blouse no longer concealed her shape, the soft, doughy body of a Care Bear.
She wished Val would take care of her. A big, soft, plush hug would be so nice right now. Chelsea bit her bottom lip, missing her mother.
"You'll have to take her in," Val said without looking up from Annie. "But he's not going to like it."
"Okay. Sorry." Chelsea adjusted her oversized sweater, which tended to bunch at her puffy waist. How did other overweight people like Val manage to look so together—so sharp? In that moment she would have given anything to have Val's life. A pretty blouse that matched her eyes. A quiet cubby to spend the day in. Lunch with friends. She probably had time to read books and soak in the tub with those amazing scents.
"Oh, look at you!" Val fussed. "Such a beautiful baby, and you know it, too! Yes, you do."
Chelsea didn't think Annabelle was so beautiful, with her flaky cradle cap and chubby jowls. Why did people always say that?
"And with your pink little booties I can tell you're a girl. What's her name?"
"A name almost as pretty as you."
Annabelle's eyes opened wide in response to Val.
"Oh, aren't you yummy?" Val shot Chelsea a look. "Do you mind if I hold her? It's been so long since I had a little one."
Chelsea nodded and stood back as the woman lifted her baby in her capable arms. Sometimes it reassured her to see other people give her baby the love she couldn't find in her own heart. She imagined Annabelle's senses coming alive to the sweet perfume, her fears and muscles easing in the nest of warm, capable arms.
"You are cute as a button," Val cooed. "But you don't belong in this big doctor's office. Mommy needs to get a sitter."
"But it's just an office visit," Chelsea said. "A consultation. I'm not due for an exam."
Val shrugged. "He doesn't want the babies in here. Next time, you really need to leave her with a sitter."
One more expense that wasn't in their budget. Since Chelsea had left her job at the magazine, they were living on one salary and there was no room for any extras now.
"Who's the cutest baby here?" Val cajoled. "Who is? Who is?"
Annabelle's eyes lit with interest as she pressed a little fist to a chubby cheek. They seemed to like each other, Annabelle and Val. And Chelsea was the outsider, watching them through binoculars. Why was she a million miles away from her own baby?
The door behind them opened and a nurse appeared, chart in hand. "Chelsea Maynard?"
"That's me." Chelsea's back ached as she took Annabelle from the woman and leaned down to place her in the stroller.
"Don't forget to buckle her in," Val said. "We don't want any mishaps."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Heart-wrenching tale about a mother, Chelsea, who suffers from Postpartum Depression and her infant daughter Annie that suddenly goes missing. Chelsea not knowing if she is the cause of the disappearance or if there is another suspect. She can't remember anything of that evening. Once I started this book I knew it was going to be roller coaster ride with twists and turns and my emotions all over the place. I never really knew anything about Postpartum Depression or how very dark your thoughts can go. An eye opener for me on that regards. Very Good Book! Highly Recommend!
Noonan has written an amazing novel that is filled with intense emotion and suspense that kept me in Chelsea's world more than mine until I finished it. I didn't want to put it down. My heart went out to her, I couldn't imagine being in that situation, it was painful to read. Chelsea suffers through many sleepless nights as she deals with a newborn, her perfect life has certainly changed after the birth of the baby. The doctor dismisses her depression as the baby blues and then the unthinkable happens. The rest of the story is one that will keep you reading. I received an ecopy of this book free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Organized, successful, self-confident and goal-oriented, Chelsea Maynard finally has the baby she has always wanted, able to complete her loving family. She is married to a perfect guy, Leo, who is her best friend and rock, great dad, supportive, able to cook, clean, shop...so life should be perfect, right???? New baby, Annabelle cries constantly, Chelsea, in spite of her family's support and help, is overwhelmed, sleep deprived and struggling with post-partum depression. She feels like a failure going through life like a zombie, detached, not connecting truly with anyone around her. The unthinkable happens and Annabelle goes missing! Chelsea can't remember what happened, everyone, including Chelsea are suspects! Riveting, intense, emotional, painful, heart-wrenching, vivid, intense. Rosalind Noonan has taken two nightmarish subjects and combined them for an incredible read that puts you in the moment, plays with your heart! This is writing at its best, telling a story that, sadly can all happen in 'real life.' Grab the tissues. 5 Stars This ARC edition of ALL SHE EVER WANTED was given to me by Netgalley and Kensington Books in exchange for an honest review
Author: Rosalind Noonan Published By: Kensington Age Recommend: Adult Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating 5 Blog For: GMTA Review: "All she Ever Wanted" by Rosalind Noonan was a sad mystery contemporary read. We find Chelsea Maynard after having a baby she has longed for so long is now battling 'sleep deprivation and feeling of isolation' and the baby Annabelle cries all the time only leaving Chelsea having 'dark visions fueled by exhaustion and self-doubt.' Chelsea goes to the doctor and doesn't get any comfort there. He refers to this a 'baby blues.' What kind of doctor wouldn't recognize these signs? What was going on to Chelsea has happened to many women. This was a very captivating read of this poor person suffering from 'post-partum depression(PPD).' Now, to add to some more problems for Chelsea her baby was now missing and she has no glue to where she is! Now, who had taken the baby? This is definitely one of those stories that will stay with you long after the read. This author did a wonderful job with this well written novel and illustrating the effects of 'PPD.' Be ready for many twist and turns because you may be kept guessing until the end. The characters were all well developed and all looked guilty at some time: Chelsea, Leo, Chelsea's sisters, neighbors and care workers, and even Leo's ex wife Detective Grace who seemed so intelligent and empathetic to Chelsea because she had been through this with her childbirth. I did like how this author did show points of views of PPD from the husband, wife and other family members. So, to find out who was behind the kidnap of Annabelle you will have to pick up"All She Ever Wanted" to see out this author will get this all delivered to the reader. There will be many leads but only one will be it. Can many women relate to Postpartum depression? I think so. Would I recommend "All She Ever Wanted?" YES! I believe you will find it a interesting and captivating read.
I enjoyed the plot but found the first part of the book dealing with post partum depression went on too long,
My heart broke for Chelsea. While I haven't been pregnant yet, one of my fears is PPD (especially since, like Chelsea, I long to be a mother one day). Though I've never read another book dealing with postpartum depression, I believe the author did a good job at showing the effects of PPD and how others react to it. Overall, the book was satisfying. The most well developed character is, by far, Chelsea. The other characters were done well enough, but not to the same extent. The writing wasn't anything special, but it wasn't bad either. I enjoyed the "false leads" to who Annabelle's kidnapper might be. It was nice for the story to not lay it all out on the table immediately and then drag it out for half a book. In the end, I was happy with my decision to read the book. I would even say that it was more enjoyable than I thought it would be.