One Year Later

So thought I would carry on with the last post…

Belize, as I said, was amazing. My husband and I got some much needed ‘us’ time away from everything. I got my sun and he got to release mentally. Belize itself was an amazing experience. We will definitely be back!

After spending a little over 2 weeks there we hopped back to the US to the in-laws. I missed my daughter a lot, but was always at ease because she was in amazing hands, and around people she needs to get to know. Prior to the flight and right up until we walked through the door I had an old fear come back…will she remember me? I know it seems a little silly, but it goes back to something I think I talked about in a post somewhere way back…when I came out of the coma and was finally at a point where I could see my daughter she responded to my best friend…not me. When I got home she responded to my best friend…not me. It crushed me. I could tell my friend was worried about it…but we did talk and I thanked her, to which I think she was fairly surprised at first. I admitted it was hard to see that reaction from my daughter, basically seeing someone else as a mother figure, but that what it told me was that She had truly stepped in…moved a thousand miles and been there for my child…nurtured her as her own…and that is nothing short of an amazing act! None the less, I still have those moments entrained in my mind, and while I am eternally grateful for the people in my life being there in this manner, it still scares me that I have missed so much of her infancy and that fear of her bonding more with another is always present. Part of that is my relationship, or lack there of, with my own mom, and I know it is in my head…I guess it is healthy because it is a reflection of how much I want to be there for her and to be her guidance and go to person.

Anyways, we spent some more time in the southern US…even more time in the sun…YAY. His family is so great to be around. They are all VERY close and have an amazing home, and are just good people all around. I did get to see a scary dynamic though…something I have never witnessed…my husband and his brother…just…just wow! There is always tension there to some degree…I think my husband gets a little frustrated with his brother. The entire family are professionals…except the brother. He is a free spirit. His ambition is finding the next good time…hitting the beach or a party or the next woman in the sack…whatever. Anyways, out of seemingly nowhere they start fighting…and I mean fricken fighting! I have brothers…I have seen fights…but there are 2 guys who are gym nuts and no how to fight. Fists flew…stuff broke…there was blood………………it was just stunning! Still no idea on what actually started it, when I asked they just laughed…2 bloodied men just laughing….looking at each other and saying lets go golf! WOW. I really don’t know what to make of it. In one hand it was funny and kind of awesome that they could shrug it off and then hang out immediately after…on the other hand it scares me on so many levels I don’t even know where to start. Afterwards, when me and their mom were hanging out, she simply said “Yeah, they are like that. They show they care about each other with fists.” Really hard to wrap my head around, because it seems sooooo displaced for this family.

Anyways, since this we have returned home and enjoyed a super early spring. I have been progressing really well and enjoying messing around in the yard and taking kiddo out in the sunshine. Right now everything just seems perfect…tis great. I am probably in the best shape of my life. I have been going mad in the gym and have fricken stunning abs! My blood tests are showing stability for the time being, but I know we are going to have to deal with it all again soon enough. My daughter had a spinal tap (something I simply couldn’t be there for…it was too much for me) and there is nothing over the top. There are some numbers they want to watch and intend to do a couple taps a year. They are saying she is a high risk person for a Leukaemia outbreak, so we are going to monitor it all very close. If something does progress…we want to be all over it. The only thing that has been hampering me of late is that it is coming up on the one year anniversary of my sleep…and that has been causing me to miss out on some sleep…which is probably why I am writing out my thoughts. Basically 2 weeks from now is when it all happened…will be relieving when July long weekend comes and goes!

Belize

You know, I have not posted anything lately. It has been very hectic, but also a very good few months. Late winter I could see that my husband was burning out. He just amazes me every day! Everything he has been through and staying strong for me and our daughter and rarely showing frustration or fears. I mean, he deals with medical crap all damned day then comes home to it…stunning. By mid February I could tell he was burning out, and I knew I had to do something before spring came. I had went to the doctors to seek advise on travelling, and the strongly advised against it, stating that while I was doing well and my rehabilitation could probably go a little stagnant for a couple weeks that if I left the country I would have no insurance.

My God! Insurance? I had never even considered that! I also thought about it for a while and said…who cares about insurance if my husband has a mental breakdown? I also started thinking how nice a sunny beach retreat from winter would be, even though it had been pretty damned nice here…it was still minus whatever with snow. Then, that got me thinking…holy crap…I have not had a true summer in a couple of years! I was pregnant one summer and in a coma then the aftermath the next! My god…I ALSO NEEDED THIS!

Well, it took some twisting of my husband’s all too often logical and well thought out mind…ying and yang there…but he finally caved and agreed to throw caution to the wind. I booked a trip to Belize and we dropped the Lil one off at his parents place in the US for it. They fricken loved the idea because they are so damned far away that they rarely see her and it literally brought tears to their eyes when we asked! I remember hearing his mom tear up when we asked…which of course made me drip some happy tears as well!

Anyways, we spent a couple days with his family, then hopped on another flight for some alone time in Belize. It was fucking amazing! We only stayed in each hotel a few days at a time and just kinda roamed around a little bit…everywhere we went was just breathtaking! He got to do a bunch of spelunking and diving…I am not there yet, but he loved it. If you have ever pondered going there…highly recommended. It is not a full on tourist trap, or at least yet. It is not filled with gross poverty (so is a little more expensive), and it is not riddled with all-inclusives, so there is a lot more getting out off the resort…to each their own, but I am not a huge fan of those…I am sure at some point when all I want to do is relax in one spot in the sun they will be a lot more appealing. The weather was perfect…mid 30s like clockwork every day, with this odd light mist….awesome.

One moment made me know it was the right call, not that taking a vacation is ever a bad call, and that was within literally minutes of checking in. We had a lil fun and nap then I laid out a nice cigar I had tucked away so he could relax staring out at the ocean while I took a bath. When I came out I saw the cigar unlit in his hand and him sobbing on the deck…he had done it…relaxed instantly and all the emotion was just pouring out uncontrollably…God…I knew he needed a good break. I just went up and held him…squeezed him as tightly as I could and we sat there without a word for a couple hours before talking. I love him more than life itself…luckiest girl on earth, no question.

I will continue this a bit later…just kinda felt like sitting down and writing a little bit…joy and love to all!

Valentine’s Day, Another day for consumerism

“Holidays” generally frustrate me.  What meaning most may have actually had have generally been engulfed by marketing and the incessant need to capitalize on any possibility to make a dime. It makes me a both a little sad and a little angry that every holiday seems to now just be the next big cash grab.

Now for the part that most men out there will love and many women will cringe at…Valentine’s Day is perhaps the worst of them! Do you really need a day of the year for society’s expectations to remind your significant other that with flowers and candy and perhaps a nice dinner out that you love them? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the idea of ensuring you set aside that day to spend extra time together, but for me it is has become a day to exploit your bank account, and guilt you into spending more.

I believe I wrote about my husband’s efforts last year, with him renting a condo for the evening in out building and us spending an amazing night together. Now yes, there was a fair amount of money spent on that, but there was such amazing thought in it that it was simply amazing. Having just had our child at the start of the year, the fact that he arranged a night out alone while still being close to her to ease my mind…words can not describe how thoughtful of a gift that was. So this year I figured it was my turn to do something special. That’s right ladies…equality means doing this type of thing works BOTH ways. A wise friend “Love her as if there is someone working 24 hours to take her from you.” That to, and the expression of that love, works both ways.

So then it was off to put thought into what to do on our special lil day, without caving to all of the expected norms. Well, it starts off with the easy one…I wake up at midnight and perform, erm, happy time on him…some say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I am a firm believer it is through his cock…c’mon…you all know it is true. It was pretty cute really, I did my thing and he clearly felt obligated to reciprocate, but I simply ushered him back to sleep. He was very confused. Happy, but confused. Good start imo…selflessly bringing pleasure/happiness to my man.

So then I actually managed to wake up before him. That may sound easy, but I think it is the first time it has ever happened aside from the odd time he had a really late night. He generally wakes up to the slightest movement, but he swears he did not this time, even though I sill half think he may have been playing along to appease me. So I made him a nice little breakfast in bed…nothing crazy, because I knew he would wake up, but it is the thought that counts on this right? Then back to the easy part…more happy time.

So we got moving and I let him know that he needed to dress warm for the day, we dropped the kiddo off at friends, and headed out. My husband is pretty athletic. He is a exercise freak, even more than I am. He has played countless sports, either organized or recreational, but being originally from a warm climate he has never played hockey…he has never even skated. Well, an interesting tidbit about my husband is that he has Permanent Resident status, but is not actually a citizen here. Recently he has been talking a lot about getting his citizenship, primarily because we do have a child now, and it will make any potential legal issues easier to work with if something happens to me, but he is also doing some inner searching and evaluating if he wants to have dual citizenship, or renounce his US status and have just one..a little more to think about still. At any rate, he is actually a bit of a hockey fan, and that has grown a lot in his time in Canada, and he continually jokes that he can’t be a true Canadian because he doesn’t know how to play hockey. So, enter my gift for the day…I took him skating. Now I used to be a pretty good skater, and physio is going very well, but wow…it sure looked like 2 people that have never skated before! Of course we fell a bunch, and of course the bugger found out quickly that skating is apparently just one more damned thing he is good at, and before long he was holding me up. I am still pretty proud of my effort, and really impressed at how fast he picked it up, even though it pissed me of a little at the same time. lol

The public rink of choice here is a wonderful venue down at the riverfront. The park stretches for miles along it, and truly is amazing…stunning scenery. We walked around a bit as the light snow turned into what was eventually like a foot of snow…bloody hell…and found a little concession stand that we grabbed some hotdogs at and some yummy elephant ears….my first elephant ear will NOT be my last…yummy. We eventually settled on a nice bench overlooking the park and river, and sat there sipping on hot chocolate I brought from home until the sun set and cast a beautiful glow over our little winter wonderland. It was like a scene from one of those little snow globes…just amazing.

We eventually made it home and had a light supper and sipped on some wine from the fruit in our yard. He gave me a new painting that I had eyeballed a couple weeks back at a flee market. Then, of course, evening happy time.

My point of all of this is pretty simple really; We had a day of thought filled giving and experiences without caving to the normal expectations that the day brings. He organized the day last year, and I organized it this year. It doesn’t matter for us the physical gifts given, as the only physical gift passed on over the past 2 years was a $15 painting…a painting that he remembered me loving and went back to get. Sure, maybe next year we will end up doing a more traditional dinner out or something, maybe not. We do the evenings out, and suppers and ensure that we have lots of “us’ time, so I don’t really see that happening. For us, this is but one instance over the year that we think of something that will touch each other’s heart and soul, and create a memory that no bouquet of flowers ever can.

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Life’s Little Musings

Things swing fast at times. It is amazing how your momentum can swing just as fast!

It has been a crazy start to the new year, with things unfolding at rapid pace the past few weeks, and for the most part, that is pretty good for me on a personal level, and really making me think about things.

The single biggest change for me is I am finally able to get back in a pool, and I can feel it recharging my system with vibrant new energy. It is a sensation I have not had in some time, and it is empowering! It started with just building some general balance, then challenging muscles that have basically sat dormant.  That little bit of challenge to them REALLY seems to have them and my entire body responding.  I am able to walk about a little now, though I am using a walker if it is more than across a room, I can land a hop, and I can climb a couple of stairs!  My energy level has also  made things better at home, as I am interested in more than simply laying around.  We have company and go out for dinner, and just have a better quality of life now.  On a relationship level, we had been a little active, but the bedroom activity has definitely picked up, and that is really good.  I am blessed with a pretty patient man.

My talking voice seems to be getting nearer to normal, though I still struggle with singing, and it still kid of does it’s own thing at times, but really, it is a massive improvement and heading in the right direction!!

So as I started to return to some resemblance of my former life, my papa unloaded something on me as well.  He is considering retirement and wants me to start thinking about whether I want to take over the business or if he should start looking at potential successors.  I had kinda stepped away, but have been kept in the loop, and we had discussed the potential of my return in time, but this caught me off-guard.  I mean it is not shocking that he wants to retire at some point, the man has worked his ass off and has more money than he will ever spend in retirement…he deserves it.  I suppose it is more that it is hard to watch a parent, a man I have idolized and followed in his footsteps look at moving into the “golden years.”  It is a lot to process for me just being slapped with the reality that he is getting up there, but also that I love that company and would hate to see it go to someone else.  Here and now I am really torn.  We have started a whole new thing elsewhere with my new family, but I did love that life.  Lots to think about, but he said it was a few years out still, he just wanted the bug in my ear.  I suppose I need to evaluate the next year or so, see how the Meningitis recovery goes, which seems to be going well, then see where I am at with the Leukemia, plus talk with my husband and see where his career opportunities lay.  All so scary and exciting!

I have also been feeling well enough to start doing some visits to the children’s hospital again.  That is a great feeling to get to share some time with them again.  I met a girl the other day, Jamie, who I spent a few hours talking to.  We got along so well and just had a blast talking.  It scared the crap out of me how much she reminded me of myself when I was 12!  Her dad is a music teacher, her mom bailed when she got really sick, she has battle Leukemia and has gained a bunch of weight because of the meds prepping for her HSCT.  It is like I can read her mind!  I know exactly what she is thinking, because I have been there.  I think we may be kindred souls.  She looks at me and has a hard time believing I was in her shoes…I was and I had the same stance…nobody would ever love me, no guy would ever want to date me, I would never look good…SOOOOOO hard when you are that age…you are going through enough changes and developing and trying to cope with all of that, then THIS is thrown into the mix!  You change tenfold more!  So hard.  But I dug up a picture of me when I was her age, and as she said…if it wasn’t for the smile she would never know it was me.  I told her it is not easy, but battling through this will give her character and an appreciation for life that few others truly have.  She will get to where she wants to be, it will just take time and a lot of effort.  Next time I see her I am going to make her a promise…that when she is ready I am going to help get her there…I will be side by side working with her.

My daughter, well, she changes more and more every day.  People keep saying that she is definitely a mini-me.  Not sure if that is good or bad lol.  She does the cutest thing right now.  She is infatuated with reflections, and he own trips her out a little bit.  We have set this big mirror up at ground level and she will stare at it, then suddenly dodge to the side and look back and giggle, then sit there for like 5 minutes and do it again.  She totally looks back to see if the image is still there lol.  I am not entirely sure if she has figured out it is her, I think she knows but doesn’t entirely know how to process that yet.  I will sit there and point at my reflection an then myself, and go “mommy” to both, then do the same to her, and she seems to grasp that…though she gasps with a massive giggling smile, so who knows for sure!  She also likes to get up close to it and lick the reflection…too funny…and if you say “kissy” she will give her reflection a little smooch.

Looking forward to what the rest of the year reveals.

xox, LGOE

Relearning Life

Being in the hospital for so long and now being home I have realized I have a lot to relearn, and well, a lot to learn. My daughter is coming up on her first birthday, and I was learning maybe as much as her every day when she was born. I have historically never had a pile of exposure to babies. Yeah, I have been around them here and there, but not for extended periods.

Now don’t get me wrong for one second…I am ecstatic to be home and welcome the challenges, but it is hard…the best and most important things generally are. I do have a challenge that I haven’t really talked to anyone about, though I think my husband has figured it out already; that challenge is people that have been around my daughter more than I have. They know subtleties that I don’t and they try telling me about them. Now, I appreciate the help, but don’t receive it well. I think a big part of that is the pain that I don’t know a lot of these things…that a lot of firsts were taken away from me. I am pissed off that people know a lot of things about her that I don’t. I also combine it with the fact that I fear I am learning at a slower pace than before the coma. I have expressed that concern to my husband and he insists that I am fine and that if anything it is lack of mental stimulus for an extended period. Maybe he is right, I don’t know, but I do feel that I take things in a little slower than in the past. I see it in lots of things…from grasping a joke, to understanding something in the news that I would have grasped immediately in the past. It scares me a little…a lot really. I mean I don’t think, or I hope, that I will not decay mentally, but there is obvious fear of what damage my condition truly did to me.

I have found myself trying to pick things up where they were 6 months ago, but the simple fact is my world moved on and progressed without me. I am trying to come to terms with that…to accept that I have missed a lot and that I can not rehash or experience those moments. I know that I have to learn about things that have happened and look forward to those that are yet to come…doing that is harder though.

We climb a lot of hills in life, but I know that my husband will refuse to let me do that alone, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Beautiful Crying

A year ago if you had told me that I would have hushed my husband back to sleep ago because our baby was having a big hissy fit in the middle of the night I probably would have laughed at you. I did, however, just do just that…and damn did it feel good!

After being away from them for a couple of month straight, and really over half of her life, it felt good to tell him to go back to sleep then go pick her up and hold her…just like I know I shouldn’t in that situation. I know that I should let her cry it out, or make some peaceful noises to put her back to sleep, but I didn’t and it felt amazing. I just picked her up and sat there until she fell asleep in my arms as I rocked her. And you know what I did after that? I just sat that and held her more.

Hold the ones you love tightly

It is a challenge to walk all the way to her room (takes me several minutes still…I’m getting better)
It is really hard to pick her up
It is good to me home…words can not describe it.

Recharging Smiles

It is amazing how fast an emotional switch can be flipped isn’t it?

Yesterday I felt empty and at an all time low, and today I feel fricken amazing.

I had been trying to explain how I felt, and trying even harder to figure out why. My husband, the most amazing man on earth and he who make me the Luckiest Girl On Earth, saw it. He knew it. Even though he is thousands of miles away at home while I get this medical care…he fixed it when nobody else could!

But how can one fix something just like that? Well, I guess it is pretty easy when you are him! We were talking about a few things, and he steered the conversation into talking about the house. From seemingly nowhere he says ‘Good news, I found a nice 900 foot slab house and bought it and have accepted an offer on ours, so when you get home you won’t have to worry about a big house and stairs!’ Now ours is a few thousand square feet and on an awesome acreage edging town, so I lose my shit…like I snap…my mind blows. He finally stops me and says ‘You know I didn’t actually do that right, but did that feel good snapping?’ All I could do was pause, say yes, and start balling my eyes out. My emotions just poured out. He amazes me. He knew what I needed and he eagerly took the beating to get there! I just can’t imagine not having him…and he I…he amazes me more every day!!! He has been my rock, my crutch and kept my soul in tact the past year or so. Completing me and forcing me to be the true me at the same time.

And now…well…now I pack. It is time to return home. I was really believing I wouldn’t be home for Christmas, and even if I am not a huge Christmas person, that was still hard to deal with, and I think what was the fine straw that was playing havoc on me. My husband contacted my doctor to see where I was at, and ask if I was ready to come home…something I couldn’t do. I am not sure why I couldn’t ask. I tell myself it was because I didn’t want to push for it and have them send me on my way too soon, but in my heart, now, I know it was more because I couldn’t handle being told I wasn’t ready. That would have crushed me. I am however going home, and that is what matters!