FIrst lesson learned: Physical therapy is not the same as going to the gym. There is no one to beat. I didn’t even feel guilty for not breaking a sweat. And my therapist was like a counselor, cheerleader and doctor all at once. At our appointment this morning, (my husband has been there for everything. … Continue reading
Posted in October 2012 …
The Stand
Today was one of a handful of days on this journey that I will never forget. Today I stood. I got to give my husband a proper hug for the first time since Aug. 24. That was the day I had surgery to repair my separated pelvis, or diastasis symphysis pubis, during the birth of … Continue reading
Thank you, E!
A very dear friend came to visit this weekend. She drove all the way from Minneapolis to see me and meet my son. We had a great visit! We went to Prairie Glass Studio and made sun catchers. It was like nothing either one of us have ever done. We learned to cut the glass, … Continue reading
Preparing for the future
The final presidential debate is on. Foreign policy this time. I take my decision as a voter seriously and I am trying to pay attention, but I’m in a lot of pain today and my mind is racing. Stiffness, back pain and that stupid shot have compounded a bad day at work and there’s LOTS … Continue reading
Thank you, Grandpa.
We were supposed to be recovering together. As I was in surgery to repair my separated pelvis on Aug. 24, my husband’s grandfather was in surgery to remove a cancerous mass from his colon. The last time I saw him before surgery day I told him we would get through it. He smiled and pat … Continue reading
Wheels on the airplane
A little more than a week ago I pushed myself physically in a new — and arguably crazy — way. Six weeks after surgery to repair the separated pelvis I sustained during the birth of my son in January, I flew to Northern Virginia and back for a meeting. My husband had the busiest weekend … Continue reading
T-minus 10 days to evaluation
Yesterday my husband and I made an epic decision. We woke our peacefully sleeping baby boy so we could all watch Felix Baumgartner’s space jump. Yes, we knew the Little Guy wouldn’t remember a bit of it. But we also thought about how this event may be our July 20, 1969. Or that it could … Continue reading
Empty and full
I have a confession: I’m no longer a breastfeeding mom. But I am still a Mom. And I will soon be a healthy one. It has been more than two weeks since I last breastfed my son. We began the process of weaning on Aug. 24, the day I had pelvic reconstruction surgery to repair … Continue reading
Shots – again
If it weren’t for my twice daily shots — blood-thinners to keep me healthy while I’m banned from using my legs — I think I would be pretty comfortable with my situation right now. Shots suck. Before I was discharged from the hospital after surgery to repair the diastasis symphsis pubis I sustained during the … Continue reading
Separated at Birth 