A friend I have known for years is expecting her first baby. This is very exciting and I was thrilled to visit with her today. I learned that she is having some discomfort in her back and hips. This entry is for her because as I thought about it I realized had I known someone … Continue reading
I did a lot of walking around campus today. I had an appointment, then lunch, then three more appointments, all over campus back-to-back. When I set off on this string of appointments at 9:45 a.m., I was a bit nervous about how things would go, if I would have the stamina to make it from … Continue reading
I’ve talked here before about the power of positive thinking. It’s tough. But it works for me. Sure, there are people who think you’re a pollyanna or something when you look on the bright side. But the alternative is dreary and dreary is very bad for me. Yesterday, one of the Twitter followers for @SeparatedBirth … Continue reading
It just hit me that we are not in Phase 2 anymore. Phase 2 was the nickname I gave the period of surgery and after. At the time I came up with it I’m pretty sure I assumed that Phase 2 would last the rest of my life. It was life after a separated pelvis. … Continue reading
There were days I thought what happened to day never would. There were many excruciating days before my pelvic reconstruction surgery to repair diastasis symphysis pubis sustained during childbirth. And on many of those days in the months after our son’s birth in January 2012, my husband and I wondered if I would ever get … Continue reading
Amy really made me kick it up a notch on Monday at physical therapy. And today I physically feel pretty amazing. This has been a weird few days emotionally, but physically, I haven’t felt this good muscle burn since I was training for the half-marathon. I have a new series of exercises to do at … Continue reading
News broke yesterday of a baby for William and Kate, Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I reacted to this news, which tabloids have been speculating about since probably the day after the world met Pipa’s hind-end, in a way that surprised even me. I burst into tears. At work no less. For the second time … Continue reading
I’m starting to find a rhythm in this new, post wheelchair, post pelvic reconstruction surgery life with my husband and son. And I think making it all work is getting easier with each passing week. For the last several weeks I have noticed that by the end of the weekend I’m more aware of my … Continue reading
I had a great day with my son today. My husband was working a basketball game and was gone from about 11 a.m. until after 6 p.m. so the Little Guy and I had lots of fun. I laid on the floor with him and we read three books that he had pulled off of … Continue reading
Ehrenreich suggested in that one sentence that the culture that creates that expectation for individuals going through major medial events and treatments denies them the ability to feel what they need to feel, act as they truly want to act and live the way they want to. It made me really think. Had my need to put on a brave face for my family actually denied me agency? Did I wait so long for an x-ray because I was being the “nice girl,” compliant with what the “experts” had told me? Should I have been screaming at the top of my lungs? Continue reading
Separated at Birth 