Monday, February 27, 2012

2 weeks of time lost

I can't believe my brush with death was 2 weeks ago.  First of all, one of the side effects of anemia must be short term memory loss because I can't remember a LOT about the last two weeks and second of all...well I forgot what the second thing was, but I'm sure it will come back to me.  Oh yes!  Saying 'my brush with death' seems sorta melodramatic to me even though it was truly that.  I guess some part of myself can't even go there and so I turn to life, as it continues to bubble and flow all around me with beautiful children and wonderful husband and kind and generous family that gave of themselves and came at the drop of a hat when we needed them most. 

I went from surgery/blood transfusion and miscarriage to horrific cold and then a pinched nerve in my back.  All in two weeks.  Needless to say, my state of being has been taxing the limits of my dear family. I am as anxious for myself back as they are.  But time is the only thing that will make that happen and according to the doctors, it could be 6 weeks or 6 months before I'm back to normal.  So no babies in the works until then.  It really is a grace to slow down, sleep when I am able and say no to things.  My children are at wonderful ages and I just want to drink them in.  Judah is on the cusp of words and fills every waking moment stomping around our house on his pudgy baby legs grunting or yelling out half words to us.  He is constantly on the move, pushing cars, rolling things, throwing balls, playing in the dog water. (Sigh) Signing three new signs in a week!  (more, please, all done - they get him what he needs)  Cora is imagination run riot and we have 'conversations' about what she thinks about the world.  I am often astounded at what she comes up with.  I can't remember it all, but in the moment, it is wonderful. 

My sweet hubs continues to work full time as well help me with all of the heavy lifting that comes with housework and kiddos, plus holding me when I am a wreck and tired from an hour long trip to the grocery store.  I may not remember it all, but I know I am loved and cared for.

1 comment:

Thesupermanns said...

What a beautiful post ariana....what a gift each day is huh? i know you have new realization after your "brush with death" and yes, that is WHAT IT WAS. THAT IS NO JOKE. I love how you say that you turn from death toward life that is bubbling and flowing around you......( you said it better than i just did....)...but it challenges me to do the same. Thank you. I pray you are gaining strength as the weather is gaining warmth and sunshine. ( although tonight the cold is coming for a quick visit) ya,

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