When I skip a few days of posting, people start to wonder. I have lots of reasons (excuses) for my silence. Yes, I’ve been busy with three of the cutest kids in the world. We color, read stories, build with Legos, practice spelling words, watch “shows”, play hide and seek, watch kids in the pool (God help them if they need rescuing…I’m not much help these days)….But the most honest reason is probably that I’ve been feeling lousy. I’m not loving my life these days. (So much for the quote above. There is nothing funny about feeling this way. I haven’t been winning the last couple of days but I’m working on it.) The kids are wonderful and bring such joy. It’s just that recuperation is a very slow process. I keep thinking one of these days I’ll wake up and feel good…no pain, no nausea, more energy…but it just ain’t happening. Patience, Mary, patience. Rome wasn’t built in a day (and neither was my digestive system, I guess) I’m walking every day…that’s helps. The kids walk with me…run ahead and then wait…I am so slow. I know I’m getting stronger though. The first couple days I couldn’t even make it around the cup de sac. Now I’m moving faster and really could go longer.
If all goes well, I only have one more week of this feeding tube. The goal is to be DONE with it by the time I see the doctor next Wednesday. So every time I turn around I’m eating…a yogurt, a cheese stick, a dish of ice cream, a protein bar, some soup…So far, so good. Hanging in there…NOT losing weight. YAY. (Whoever dreamed I would be cheering over not losing weight?) Unfortunately, most food leaves me feeling mildly (or not so mildly) nauseous. So not fun.
Last night, Erin and the girls were at swim team practice, Brent was still at work and Jerry and I were home with Declan. Declan wanted to play “plane”…he’s the pilot, we’re the passengers. He lined up the kitchen chairs the way we used to do to play train. I couldn’t play (just felt too sick) but Jerry played “at least 57 times” he tells me. Declan was hilarious. At one point, Jerry got on the “plane” and told the pilot he was taking a seat in the back so he could sleep during the flight. Before the next “flight” Declan jumped up, got a pillow off the couch and put it on one of the chairs. When Jerry “boarded” the plane, he told him that if he wanted to sleep, pick the seat with the pillow. Thoughtful pilot! And Erin rescued me when she got home, took one look at me and found her “zofran”…magic pills that make nausea disappear. Perfect daughter.
Busy days ahead. Lana’s godmother and her little one arrived from Philly this morning. Sean flies in tonight. Lana’s First Communion is Saturday evening after a full day of swim team practice, t-ball (for Declan), haircuts and styling (for the girls) and manicures (for all girls big and small) I may skip everything (except the T-ball game) so I’m “perky” for the First Communion. It would be a shame to fade just when the best part of the day came along.
Love the bottom quote but it is a run on sentence.