Last night we visited Noni in MV. She's staying overnight in the hospital due to complications that involve excruciating pain and left side numbness. I'm pretty worried but was happy my baby could bring a smile to her face.
We've been so busy. I was away for nearly a month and it has provided much clarity and a stronger bond between my child and myself. I was in the ER mid May for thyroid issues and hopefully with my increased dose things will return.
Arya is growing so fast.
Continued... weeks later.
There are complications with my writing. All the words and thoughts are there but I can't articulate them without sounding like a complete nut.
Great things... awful things but my constant driving force is my child. Despite my chronic pain, the fog and my crippling mental problems. Therapy has been mostly a miss for me because the hour is spent chasing Arya around the room.
The news is heavy, extremely heavy and I find it... well... too much. Like my brain will stay in one place and things are thrown at me... surrealism and reality.
Then there is the panic and leaving of my present self for moments, sometimes an hour but I never remember.
But the important thing is this, despite everything my child is thriving.
