Isn't it crazy how we can barely remember, or even remember less and less, about our childhood as we get older? Life keeps changing...we graduate from high school and the years fly by with major life changes. Maybe we go to college, maybe not....meet a lover (or two, or three ..or more); get married, have babies, buy a house, sell a house.....in my case move around the country every 3-5 years.
Life just keeps changing and it feels as though as soon as I have adjusted to one change another comes along. When do we stop adjusting to changes and just live? I asked Matt this question and his answer was, "Never!" I guess he might be right. He asked me, "What do you qualify as a life change...something as gradual as entering puberty, or as sudden as moving or having a new baby?" I started to see his point.
My mother had a sever stroke on Monday night. When she entered the ICU on Tuesday morning she couldn't swallow, see with her right eye, use her right arm; she was on oxygen and she couldn't talk. Now, 3 days later, she has regained all of the functions lost except her speech and she still has some trouble swallowing very thin liquids. She can write, but her handwriting is not always legible and she has a hard time communicating...using only 3-4 words to convey an entire thought. My dad has been amazing and we're all figuring out how to deal with this life change.
On Monday I will fly to Maine, alone, to help readjust my mom and dad as my mom returns home from the hospital. My sister will join us and for the first time in 7 years we will be together as a family. I am scared and nervous to see my mom, though I know I will feel better once I am there. I am anxious to help...it is killing me to be so far away.
Matt's mom is flying in on Monday to help take care of Sam and Matt while I am away. I am so thankful I have such a supportive mother-in-law. It is amazing how family steps up when they need to.
The last few weeks have been so crazy with Sam and I just returning from 2 weeks in Maine, then this. I don't feel like myself at all and I have so little time to think about this pregnancy. I keep forgetting I am even pregnant...other than the lack of mobility and the ever constant kicking from within!
I am scared to be away from Sam for so long. Up until this trip, our longest separation has been 5 days...this will be about twice that. Having Matt's mom here makes me feel better about leaving, but I know I will miss he and Matt incredibly.
When I return from this trip I will be 6 months along and only 3, or so, months away from another life change.
Life just keeps changing and it feels as though as soon as I have adjusted to one change another comes along. When do we stop adjusting to changes and just live? I asked Matt this question and his answer was, "Never!" I guess he might be right. He asked me, "What do you qualify as a life change...something as gradual as entering puberty, or as sudden as moving or having a new baby?" I started to see his point.
My mother had a sever stroke on Monday night. When she entered the ICU on Tuesday morning she couldn't swallow, see with her right eye, use her right arm; she was on oxygen and she couldn't talk. Now, 3 days later, she has regained all of the functions lost except her speech and she still has some trouble swallowing very thin liquids. She can write, but her handwriting is not always legible and she has a hard time communicating...using only 3-4 words to convey an entire thought. My dad has been amazing and we're all figuring out how to deal with this life change.
On Monday I will fly to Maine, alone, to help readjust my mom and dad as my mom returns home from the hospital. My sister will join us and for the first time in 7 years we will be together as a family. I am scared and nervous to see my mom, though I know I will feel better once I am there. I am anxious to help...it is killing me to be so far away.
Matt's mom is flying in on Monday to help take care of Sam and Matt while I am away. I am so thankful I have such a supportive mother-in-law. It is amazing how family steps up when they need to.
The last few weeks have been so crazy with Sam and I just returning from 2 weeks in Maine, then this. I don't feel like myself at all and I have so little time to think about this pregnancy. I keep forgetting I am even pregnant...other than the lack of mobility and the ever constant kicking from within!
I am scared to be away from Sam for so long. Up until this trip, our longest separation has been 5 days...this will be about twice that. Having Matt's mom here makes me feel better about leaving, but I know I will miss he and Matt incredibly.
When I return from this trip I will be 6 months along and only 3, or so, months away from another life change.
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