I am slinking back to my blog space with somewhat of a tail between my legs guilt sensation for stopping the blogging when things started going so well.
I think I found this as an outlet when things were 'bad' for me and not going the way that I wanted or hoped. But things turned around in a wonderful way and I guess I didn't want to get hung up on my disease.
Yes I have Crohn's but it is only 1% of who I am. I didn't want to end up with a daily blog of poo charts, toilet paper bargins and excessive gas!
I left you about a year and a half ago. There wasn't a real plan in place for my treatment. I had received 2 liver infections from infusions which had in previous years been my saviour. So I was left to continue with my daily dose of 6MP and see how I go.
Well a few short weeks later we got the best news! Our family of 3 was going to become 4! That in itself was incredible. We had been trying for a little over a year to expand our family and lost one little one along the way. But what is also incredible is what pregnancy can do to my Crohn's.
It's like it doesn't even exist! All those happy, glowy pregnancy hormones pump something amazing through me that supresses all bad belly activity. I found the cure people!!! I LOVE being pregnant and everything that comes with it. The leniency on muffin tops, the 'I'm eating for two', feeling that growing human wriggle around inside its little nest and the 'this must be what a normal bowel does' feeling!
With our first baby I lasted until he was 8 months old then things started going poo-shaped. This time around I lasted until our baby was almost 10 months old before I knew that things were getting past my control. So I have just spent a week in hospital and am spending my days recouping on the couch.
We are so lucky to have such wonderful support from our family and friends. Our kids were loved and cared for by our mums which meant that Mr P was still able to work and our freezer is full of home-made love from the Jamie Olivers in my life.
I honestly don't expect people to visit when I am hospital. It feels like too much of common occurrence for me. People have their own busy crazy lives. But they did visit. And message. And Call. And bring food. And mags and flowers. And Love. And for that I am so thankful. Your faces and gestures always make me smile.
A friend told me the other day that her husband received his diagnosis the day I wrote my first blog. Maybe knowing that he was not the only one was a small comfort to him and his family. So thankyou. I will try my best to keep this blog updated...and the toilet humour to a minimum. xx
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| Our darling girl arrived in May 2013 |
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