This last week has been hellishly difficult. My grandmother passed away and although expected, her death leaves me feeling a little lost. And I have a feeling I’ll have to wait until things settle down here before I can really grieve.
And then last Wednesday, I woke up with shooting nerve pain down my left leg. I have a history of sciatica and lower back issues, and it was only a matter of time before all the bending and lifting caught up with my poor postpartum body. So I’ve been living on percocet, waiting for my body to heal.
To say in frustrated would be an understatement. I hate being a burden to my husband. I hate not being able to snuggle with my baby or play on the floor with my preschooler. Though I know this is temporary, it’s hard to remember that at 1am when I’m in bed, awake, waiting for the meds to kick in.
But. The silver lining is that I’ve been craving me some baby snuggles. She is blossoming – smiling and cooing. Blowing bubbles. And I can’t get enough of her. Which is a great feeling.