Oh, wow….2013!
I can’t help grinning like an idiot!!!!!!!!
From December 31, 2012-February 2, 2013, I was in the hospital to deliver my
son. It was the best/worst/scariest time in my life…well, that, and the first 4
weeks after delivery, LOL. I saw God move mountains…science tried to give me a
heart attack…my body didn’t want to cooperate…
People wonder how in the world I didn’t go crazy during my “incarceration.”
Truth be told, sometimes I look back, and I wonder the same thing. I think a
few people may have thought that I was in there on some kind of all-expenses
paid vacation.
Oh, that’s SO not true…I had wonderful, kind, compassionate
nurses who listened to me when I couldn’t take the emotional struggles…nurses
who prayed for me, who brought me tea and books; who encouraged me and who
basically acted like Jesus with skin on…Those nurses are a gift from God, and
THEY are how I kept my head on straight. I couldn’t have visitors; I had
unrelenting migraines from the medication and from my blood pressures. I sat in
a dark room, and watched “Bones” until we finally delivered in late January….THAT
is EASILY the best day of the year! That’s the high of 2013!
My family came to see me around once a week; my husband,
2-3x/week (we live almost an hour away from the hospital). My sister, God love
her, was there almost every single day. I think she would have stayed
overnight, if not for her bird at home. She was a huge source of encouragement,
and I’m forever grateful for the miraculously-calm nature that she brought to
my stay. She probably doesn’t know this, but I spent a lot of my days anxiously
waiting for her to arrive. We had disconnected prior to this pregnancy, for a
few reasons; this brought us closer together than ever before. Seeing her with
my son is a beautiful thing…especially as I have NO desire to take him fishing.
Nope. She gets to do ALL of that foolishness!
Finding my lowest point is a toss-up: Not being able to
nurse my son? The day I called the doctor, because I had to admit to myself
that I was struggling with post-partum depression? The entire month of July?
Everything is an obstacle that is just waiting to be jumped.
So, even my low points, in retrospect, aren’t that bad…although July about did
me in. The gallbladder issues (2 surgeries) and the hassle from getting rear-ended
Just. Plain. Sucked.
Everything with JD is new and fresh…seeing his beautiful
face at the end of my day is its own glorious high. He’s getting his first
tooth…he’s learning to sit up. He doesn’t like to roll over, but he loves to
stand—these are my highs. When I was in the hospital, I would tell myself over
and over, “it’s allllll right, it’s gonna be SO worth it!!”
Oh, it is! It totally
is! I have NO regrets, only gratitude!!!
The lows of this year only have to do with physical pain
and/or hormonal kerfluffles. …they’re SO minor in comparison to my beautiful
boy…And every time I see that baby boy laugh at his daddy, my heart about
bursts with love and joy…It has been worth it all. 2013 is, so far, one of the greatest years of
my life…..(2013, 2006, 2005, 2002, 1995, 1994, & 1986 are on that list, for
various reasons….)
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