2. Even though I tried not to take my health for granted before, now I REALLY appreciate the good days.
And there are a lot of good days, especially now that I’m taking some corticosteroids for my condition.
There have been days when I can hold Raven high above my head and hear her squeal with delight as her legs flail into the open air above me. There have been days when my trip to the grocery store for cherries and milk and chicken hasn’t left me so winded and tired that it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open while my baby’s eyes are open, much less try and interact with her—now I can come home and unload the groceries and play with the baby and make the dinner and even (sometimes!) do the dishes.
It is good that on some days, I even feel close to my old self again, dreaming of running marathons and taking dance classes and taking the baby on hikes—it’s those days that give me hope that although this condition is permanent, it doesn’t have to be limiting.
Today, I was tired when I started to write this, and my arms had started to feel the getting-all-too-familiar feeling of complete and utter burnout.
And now, finishing up my thoughts, I am still tired and (additionally) covered in drool and cottage cheese spit-up…
But it’s because I was able to hold Raven while writing up the last half of this post.
And that’s something to be pretty darn grateful for.