::Collapses Onto Blog::
Okay, so I’m still alive. And things are going really, really well. I had kind of a hard time getting back into the swing of things, but only for maybe two weeks or so. I went pretty quickly from wanting to quit every 20 minutes, to only wanting to quit every day or so, and then it was all uphill from there.
It was hard to sit alone in the lab, drilling my fake teeth (a prerequisite to clinic since I was gone so long), while both my new and old classes were up in clinic. And it was a lot harder than I expected to see all my old classmates so far ahead of me, and so close to graduation. Still is, I guess. I feel a little bit left behind, like I failed somehow. And I know that next year will be really lonely when they are all gone and have DMD after their names.
Getting used to my new schedule has been a little bit difficult, too… I won’t lie. I went suddenly from staying at home all day, every day, to the insanity of clinic and classes and daycare. Caroline had kind of a hard time adjusting to napping at daycare, which resulted in interrupted sleep at night, so the first week was kind of a blur. I definitely had days where I’d be trudging up the hill to the health center, two different socks on and my hair all a mess, thinking things like “man, I don’t even remember half of my drive here. Hey, what’s that crud on my wedding ring? I hope that isn’t Caroline’s poop. ::sniff sniff:: Nope. Indian food. Phew. …Wait, when did I have Indian food?”
But overall? I am so glad that I went back. It hasn’t quite been a month yet, and I already feel like I am back in the game, and I’m loving it again. Yes, I am tired and I’m stressed and I feel like I’ve forgotten a lot of really important stuff. But I remember why I wanted to do this. And I’m really glad that I made myself go back and get through the first tough few weeks.
I do miss Caroline during the day. Some days I don’t get home until she is already in bed… and that sucks. A lot. I go into her room on those nights and watch her sleep for a little while, half wishing that she’ll get up during the night, just so I can see her.
But daycare is good for her. She still isn’t mobile (a topic for a whole nother post…) and so I’m hoping that being around all the other kids will help with that.
AND. She’s going to be a year old on Friday. A year old. Can you believe it? I can’t. I absolutely can’t. I want to type all sorts of horrendously dull cliches, like “where did the time go?” and “she’s growing up so fast.” She is talking up a storm these days. Her latest tricks include (very) short sentences, like “whadat?” and “wassdiss?” and, Tyler’s favorite, “ohshish!” (Yes, we can go ahead and blame that one on her father. You have to watch what you say around her, even though she isn’t even one yet.) Even though she doesn’t crawl or pull up or walk, she is so smart… which helps me feel better about the lack of mobility. We will have to call early intervention back, though, because I’m pretty sure she’s going to need some physical therapy. Oh well. At least she can curse. Right? (That was sarcasm, right there.)
What else? I know I am rambling, because I am tired. I still have to study for a final, and probably I should take a shower, because I haven’t done that since… well… nevermind. Before I go, I’ll share a few recent pictures of Caroline. I do have a video of “ohshish!”, but we’ll go ahead and keep that particular parenting failure off the internet, kthx.Add a Comment