Admittedly, I resemble this owl by sabahnur at 3 AM feedings. But he looks better in blue.
[Deep breath] I am alive and THAT is no small accomplishment. Let me explain.
You may recall my big announcement back in December. My newly minted family of 3 (we had just adopted in August) was rapidly becoming a family of 4. Long story short, the following 6 months were ripe with complications. It would make your head spin if I listed every test, hospital visit, and diagnosis I received during my pregnancy. And honestly, who would want to read a list like that, alphabetized or not?
Suffice to say, I should have asked the hospital for frequent flyer privileges. The receptionists at my doctor’s office know my voice. I don’t even have to introduce myself when I call. It’s a wonder the pharmacist isn’t suspicious.
The amazing thing is that my son was born healthy on June 25. I am in awe of that. I hope I will remain in awe of that for the whole of my life. I was so unbelievably sick.
I didn’t forget about my home–not for a minute–but after going on bed rest in early spring, I was unable to do the daily tasks that once excited me. Even the thought of writing on this beloved blog wore me out. My sweet sister-in-law came to my house and collected the dust when there was enough of it to make a man. I did a lot of staring at the ceiling.
I am back. I’m a bit like Gimpy the Wonder Dog, but I am back. And for those of you who look at your house and are overwhelmed by everything that needs to be done, know that I am with you right now. We’ll do this thing together.
Anyway, we survived. For today, that’s got to be good enough.