It has been six months since my first blog post.
No, this will not be a confession of any kind. But it will be a chance to reflect on how different things are for my husband, the Little Guy and me.
On August 5, when I started this blog, I was awaiting surgery to repair my separated pelvis. I was struggling through everyday tasks, doing what I had to do and almost nothing more. Today, I am arguably pushing myself to opposite extreme. Rather than reminding myself not to do something, I am thinking about how much I can get done. I’m taking two college courses. I’m doing extra baby care and house work duties because my husband is in a boot and crutches. I’m practicing yoga twice a week.
But all is not back to “normal” and I am trying to come to terms with the fact it will not be. I get angry a lot more quickly. I’m frustrated by things that never bothered me before. Mostly, I think that’s because how good I feel depends so much on things out of my control. The air pressure has an incredible effect on my body. Finding peace on those days is my biggest challenge.
There are days I cry. Sometimes a lot. And since I started my EMDR therapy I have experienced panic attacks. But I am hopeful that this is just another part of my road to wellness. My family and I are on this journey for the long haul. We are staying focused and I am trying to remember to celebrate my small victories. At yoga today I held a pose that I wasn’t sure I would be able to and I felt strong in it. I can do a hands and feet plank for a minute (and I’ve done it once for 70 seconds) – something that during physical therapy I was skeptical I ever would be able to do.
And you’ve been there to cheer me on.
As of today, this blog has been visited more than 9,750 times. Thank you. Sharing my story has given me a chance to process what we’ve been through. It’s helped me know that we are not freaks. We’re not the only family in the world who knows what this is. Thank you, to those of you who have reached out to me with questions, advice and resources that have helped you on similar journeys.
Thank you to those of you I know and have gotten to know through this blog for your support and encouragement. Thank you for your reminders that parenthood is crazy even without a major injury. Thank you for the jokes, pictures and the ribbon now hanging in my bathroom. Thank you for the phone calls and for not giving up on me when I didn’t have the time or energy to do what good friends do. I appreciate you more than you know.
I hope the next six months will be filled with strength, recovery, love and laughter for my family and yours.
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