The difference a year makes

I've been meaning to talk about this for awhile now, and if you know me personally then you know all about it, because it has been my biggest struggle this past year. It's my physical recovery after having Luke. I'm being vague about the specifics, of course, because even I have some discretion, open book that I tend to be.

I'm thinking about it today, because it is my 34th birthday. And today I feel pretty much normal, although not 100%. But it has taken almost a year to get to this point. A long year, it has seemed.

I remember last year on my birthday, I was one week post-partum, of course. And I felt horrible. Physically absolutely horrible. We went out for lunch and sat on a patio, and the weather was perfect and the food was delicious. But what I remember was that every second that I sat there was quite painful and uncomfortable. In fact, I remember that I got up and walked laps around the restaurant in order to distract myself.

Some of that is normal, of course, one week after having a baby. But this was beyond the normal recovery stuff. I've been seeing a specialist about once a month since last August. It has been a gradual process, but I am so thankful for that office, because I am finally feeling good. It makes a big difference in my days, to feel good. Eventually I will likely need to have surgery, but we would need to be sure that we are done having kids. Another post.

My point for today is that I am so thankful to be feeling so much better than I was at this time last year. I'm not sure what is next or what will happen long term, but for now I'm just grateful.