Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Running in fog but through the wind
Last week I had a list of things to get done with re-launching my business and the fitness challenge coming up, but Emerson was very punky and needed to be home getting better. She had a cold that is pretty brutal. It's not a big deal though compared to anything else and we just moved along and went with how she felt. So I dropped my "to do list" and cuddled a lot. She would cough through the night, whine out and immediately we'd jump to get her. When snuggling in our bed she would pull us right close, so tight that we are cheek to cheek all night, and then would cough all night. Lovely visual, eh? Let me tell you it is a gift to be a Mom, but moments like that of coughs in your face as you calm your kiddo let you know it is a nonstop "gift" of patience and calm since you know you're next in line for the cold.
Emerson being an RSV-pertusis- pneumonia kid has us worried when she catches a cold since she can go from 0 to 60 in a few hours. I took her to the doctor's on Tuesday to take a peak and see. It was the best MD appointment we've had in a very long time.....no ears or throat infections and Makenzie read to her the entire visit. Gradually she got better and then I got it. No big deal though, I run through it. I know it can be much worse and outside of my running gloves being washed after each runny nose induced run, it's all good. But why was it I still was getting flustered and feeling foggy? Why, some mornings after teaching or training, would I feel a punch to my gut and some nerves being stirred? I was doing everything right I thought. We were all getting a routine, Jack and I were communicating about schedules, and talking a lot about our own balance within the family. E had no ear or throat infections and loves school and M was doing incredible in school making it 'till 1:30 most days already. Yet I couldn't get the weight off my shoulders to feel "light".
In all this windy clarity it hit me....I have been given the time to process what happened with Makenzie and to "move on" and be grateful she made it. But I fear that if I move to far forward I am setting myself up for disappointment and scare if she suddenly has to go back to UCSF. I have been working on creating balance again, a sense of structure and schedule for not only Makenzie but for all of us. My business is set for training between 4:45-7:45 am, so I don't miss time with the girls or Jack and can work with my clients and boot camps. Emerson has Preschool twice each week, Makenzie is doing better each day and gaining even more courage. Jack is loving his job and feels good, even tough he works late because he is happy with what he is doing. All of this is incredible...and feeling clean and bright. It feels good and blissful in many ways, but it is starting to feel like when we moved into our house and were starting to feel settled last September. It was the time right when Makenzie got sick and our lives were changed. I think that is what scares me.
Yesterday morning a friend from Makenzie's school asked me if we knew the cause for what happened. She asked me with a fearful laugh adding, "Do you know so we can all make sure to not do it?". I didn't take it as rude, I took it as her being nervous about it happening again and concerned if it could happen to her daughter. We've been asked the question regularly by friends and acquaintances and dealt with it each time with similar answers, such as "We have no idea, she is an anomoly". But I go back and repeat every event leading up to Makenzie getting sick; thinking if there was any moment we could have prevented what happened. If there was anything we could have done to avoid her experiencing all the pain, scares and scars. But as we've been told by the doctor's, there isn't any rhyme or reason why and if it will happen again. Still, I ask myself and have to find courage and peace to face the answer of no answer.
When I stopped at the beach to look at the City, I realized I am scared BUT craving balance because it means we will be getting more and more back to "normal". But we'll never be "normal" again, and knowing anything can change in an instant, is scary. We just have to LIVE and know it's OK to be scared about the unanswered questions. It is not being pessimistic as someone said to me, as I am a glass "half full" type of person, BUT I don't have to be brave all the time and am allowed to be scared of being "normal" again. Normal is when our world fell apart...and we had to just go with it and not resist but be patient and pray. I feel clearer with the ability of knowing that it's ok to grieve as I heal since the more we get back to normal, the harder it will be if anything happens again. But being back in a normal routine balances out my inner peace, and normalcy is ok. It doesn't mean a rug will be pulled out from under us again, it means we can just "live" each day. It means I can keep running and not have to stop for long periods of time. But if I do, I know how to pick up and keep going again and again.