Showing posts with label Lessons Learned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lessons Learned. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Liam's Birthday Celebration

Well, it's two months later, but it wouldn't seem right to track Liam's growth for most of his first year without reflecting a bit on his 1-year birthday.  I learned some big lessons with kid birthday party planning.  And that is - not to take on TOO much.  It was great.  But it was stressful.

My two favorite moments from the day were those that took no planning whatsoever.

On the eve of Liam's birthday, the husband and I lit a candle, read him a special bedtime story, and ended with the following poem from the Birthday Book.

“When i have said my evening prayer,
and my clothes are folded on my chair,
Mommy and Daddy switch off the light,
I'll still be 11 months old tonight.

But from the very break of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the darkness turns to gold,
tomorrow I'll be one years old…

One kiss when i wake,
one candle on my cake.
A goodnight kiss for the eleven month old
to send him to sleep and to dreaming.
And blessings to the one year old
who'll be carried from bed in the morning.”

Then I lay with him and snuggled him into sleep for a long long time.  I thought about our year together, our birth, and how much this little being has changed our lives in so many ways. 

The morning of the big day was a Friday.  Our out of town family had yet to arrive, and my husband went into work.  It was just Liam and me all day long.  And I was thrilled.  I made him a big batch of special pumpkin pancakes and we spent half the day in our pajamas.  

His birthday party was the next day on Saturday afternoon.  I did way too much and exhausted myself.  I had quite a bit of help from family, but still, it was too much.  The pictures below prove the party actually happened, but I honestly don't remember too much of it.  Instead, I'm happy to have the two memories above to mark his 1 year.  And I'm already thinking about how I'll simplify for his 2-year birthday party.  
















Saturday, January 11, 2014

Reconnecting and Catch Up

Hi.  It's been two months.  Are you still there, all 5 of my readers?  I'm guessing not.  But that's okay.  I've missed writing in this space, and one of my many intentions for 2014 is to get a rhythm and flow into this blog so that I'm updating it at least a few times per month.  But I'm not gonna lie - it's been a tough balance with full time + motherhood and wifehood, part time working, and carving out small spaces of time for myself. 

I write today from my favorite neighborhood spot, having just finished my first real yoga class in months.  Bliss. 

But it's taken a long time to get here. 

November started off with Liam's 1 year birthday party, and rounded into December with each of us taking turns getting a yucky head cold virus thing that I hope we never have to meet again.  Then, Thanksgiving.  Then a visit from the BFF for our Annual Christmas Tea (not to be missed!)  Then Christmas Craziness.  And then we traveled to the Left Coast (aka best coast) to introduce Liam to some extended family.  All wonderful things (except that cold), that left me with 0 time to invest anywhere else.

And I had a few breakdowns about it.  I don't do well when I can't do yoga.  Or write.  Or have any time to myself.  I love experiencing everything that life has to offer.  (Remember, I'm a Sanguine!)  But I also have very introverted qualities in that I regain energy by being by myself. 

So, here we are.  Just beginning the adventures that 2014 will bring.  My husband and I are working on shifting a few things around so that we can regain the space that we both need.  For example, I'm taking my Saturday mornings back.  When I first started working, I felt selfish being gone from the house, PLUS taking Saturday mornings to do yoga or work on something for myself.  Not anymore. 

My husband switched his gym membership to a gym closer to his office so he could work out right before or after work, and still make it home by 7pm for the Liam bed time routine. We'll see how it continues to go and make adjustments as needed. 

For now, I'm glad to be back, sharing things that I find interesting, writing about what I want to remember, and reflecting on life with a 1-year old. 

New Years Day Sunset on Meditation Mount, Ojai, CA




Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Curved Path


I have hemmed and hawed over whether I wanted to share this bit of news online.  But, I have always said that I feel like it's important to have access to a community (online or in person) when you're going through a challenging medical journey.  And scoliosis is just that - a lifelong journey.  

I was diagnosed with scoliosis when I was 14; a freshman in high school.  We had just moved to a new area and I was in a new school.  I decided to try out for the track team, as a way to perhaps make a few friends and learn more about running, an activity I enjoyed.  At the required physical before officially joining the team, my doctor said something along the lines of "Okay, you look great, let me just do a quick scoliosis check before you go."  In my mind, I remember thinking, "Oh, right, no big deal."  I'll never forget what happened next.  I bent over slightly so my doctor could get a good look at my back.  There was a long silence.  And then she said, "You have a definite curve, and you're going to need to see an orthopedist."  

I still ran on the track team.  But what followed that initial visit to my general practitioner, was years of x-rays and visits to specialists who told my family that I was on the cusp of having major spinal surgery.  My curve measured, at it's worst, 41 degrees.  The only way to avoid surgery, they said, was to wear a full body brace 24/7.  I could take it off to swim and to shower.  But other than that, I would be in that brace for much of my adolescent years in high school.  I had to buy all new clothes so my pants would fit over the brace.  And I wore sweatshirts to school every day, no matter the weather, so no one would be able to see the bulges of the brace underneath tighter shirts.  I tried not to let my scoliosis define my high school experience, but in many ways, it did.  

Finally, by my senior year, my doctor said that my growth rate and bone maturity had slowed down.  I could stop wearing the brace during the day, and just wear it at night until I turned 18.  By college, that brace and I officially broke our long term relationship.  I remember feeling so free.  And I had avoided surgery thus far.

In college, I started practicing yoga, and learning various stretches and methods to mitigate my pain.  I continued going back to my orthopedist once every year or so, so he could check on my spine.  Luckily, it never got worse.  My last visit to my orthopedist was in 2009.  I had been out of the brace for 10 years.  In my doctor's opinion, he didn't think my curve would progress.  But he also didn't think it would get any better.  

Throughout my 20s, I continued practicing yoga and doing what I could to stay in shape.  I also decided to try out the alternative care provider route, and made my rounds to see chiropractors, myofascial release physical therapists, and a rolfer.  Each of these individuals, in combination with the yoga, helped me to understand the structure of my body, and how to work with my imbalances.  

I also sought out yoga practitioners that specialized in yoga for scoliosis.  Every time Elise Miller Browning came to my area, I signed up for her weekend workshop.  I did the same weekend workshop each year, and learned something new every time.  A few years ago, Elise talked about when she was able to get the most correction out of her spine.  It had been when she was pregnant.  Pregnancy hormones loosen up all the joints in a woman's body to prepare for labor and birth.  So, it's an optimal time to really do some serious body work!  

When it was my turn to get pregnant last year, I had Elise's words in the back of my mind.  I also knew that if I wasn't careful, my spine could get worse during pregnancy, and I would likely end up with surgery.  While pregnant with Liam last year, all I did was work, prepare for his arrival, and practice yoga.  I also regularly saw a chiropractor who specialized in prenatal care.  I didn't know how my back would fare, but I knew that I had to do everything I could do take care of it. 

Flash forward to this past summer.  I talked with my chiropractor, and we decided it made sense for me to get an x-ray.  She didn't pressure the issue, but wrote me the prescription to get it done whenever I felt ready.  I was nervous.  What if it had gotten worse?  So much hinged on this x-ray for me. We're not sure if we're going to have another baby or not, but if my curve did progress with the first pregnancy, I didn't think a second pregnancy would be a good idea. I also knew that I would want to do every alternative modality I could before agreeing to a surgery.  And that is a huge money and time commitment.  Nevermind the fact that the surgery is a year long recovery before you're back to normal.  

But, a few weeks ago, I gathered up my courage, took an hour off work, and marched myself into the radiology center.  I'd slacked on my yoga lately, so I had no idea what the x-ray would show.  It was all over within a few minutes, and as I was putting my shoes on to leave the room, I glanced up at the screen the technician was looking at, where I saw the images I'm posting here.  Granted, there's still a definite curve.  But, in my mind, it looked better from where it was at 4 years ago.  "No, it's just my imagination," I told myself.  

Two days later, in my chiropractor's office, reading the results, we discovered that my curve had IMPROVED by 10 degrees.  I'm happy to say that I'm currently off the surgery track, measuring at a 29 degree curve.  Pregnancy was a gift, in many ways.  It allowed me to work in a dedicated way to achieve a bit of correction.  I still will need to have a lifelong commitment to staying active and maintaining my strength.  But, to have what has felt like a 15 year weight lifted off my shoulder, is such a freeing feeling.  

So, I wanted to share, partly because it's such a big development in my life.  But also because every doctor I've been to in the past 15 years has told me that scoliosis correction is rarely possible once you enter adulthood.  I think my moderate success goes to show how little we really understand about the human body. 

This was also an exercise in letting go for me.  Except for the last year, where my main priorities have really fallen into the category of baby care, I have been extremely dedicated to my yoga practice and had done everything I could to prevent my spine progression.  I can't control the outcome of anything.  But I can control my response and reaction to it.   





Monday, October 14, 2013

Lessons Learned from a Quiet Space

My 9 months of time off with Liam was precious.  We had nine lovely months together where my attention was directed on him and our home.  While he napped, I would tackle small projects around the house, but never took on anything large or overwhelming.  I couldn't always get meals on the table each night, but our house was relatively clean.  My weekly rhythm went like this:

  • Mondays:  Laundry while working on a photo or computer project
  • Tuesdays:  Alternate cleaning the front or back of the house while listening to favorite radio shows
  • Wednesdays:  Day off to rest
  • Thursdays:  Laundry
  • Fridays:  Day off to rest

Sometimes on Wednesdays or Fridays I would cook, but other times I would read, knit, or catch up on a television program.  

This rhythm really settled into place once Liam started extending his naps, giving me a bit more time to actually get into a project.  When Liam was up, we usually had a weekly class we were attending, and we often met friends at the park or for lunch.  

I also learned some really lovely and surprising lessons during my time at home, which made this time such a gift.

Lessons learned:
  • How simple a day can be, yet still feel so accomplished.  A walk, a nap, and food preparation is enough.  
  • I don't need to schedule our entire week or feel afraid of an empty event calendar looming ahead of us.  I can choose to be grateful for the time and space.
  • I learned about myself as a friend, as I made many new friends in the Mommy sphere.  
  • I learned to forgive, chill out, take things less seriously, give up some control, and let a day unfold as it will.
  • I learned to love more deeply than I ever though I could, and give more of myself than I thought I had.
  • Everything I need is around me and within me at all times.  There's a peace that comes with that.
  • I learned how to be patient, how to calm Liam, and remain calm, centered, and present even if there is chaos around us.  
  • I am still learning how to take care of myself so that I can give to others

I miss these days.  The last month and a half has been a whirlwind.  But I've organized my work schedule so that I'm off on Fridays, and I try to reconnect to that feeling of calm and peace.  This past Friday was just that.  It had been raining nonstop for days, and there was really no reason to leave the house.  Liam and I played, relaxed, and cooked together.  I worked on projects and cleaned up a bit around the house while he napped.  We don't have a full week of endless time anymore to spread chores out, but at least we have this every Friday to exhale a bit.  I'm grateful for that.