Well, superheroes and villains, the end of 2020 has arrived. Not a lot happened this month so the usual round-up will be quite short. However, as it’s the end of the year, I will also take a moment to reflect over the year.
Daisy (1 Month Old)
How is our Little Avenger 1 month old already?! I can definitely see myself in her now, sometimes it scares me how much she looks like me (in a humours way). Isn’t the superhero-themed milestone blanket the best!
No More Injections
Oh my goodness! I am so relieved to have finally finished the injections (these prevent blood clots). I had to continue having them for a further 6 weeks after the c-section. I started having them from when I was 13 weeks pregnant, so in total I had them everyday for 31 weeks.
Yikes… no more unsightly bruises either. Woo!
I Finally Feel Like I’m A Mum
I briefly talked about struggling with the baby blues, since a few days after Daisy was born, in my November Round Up. I genuinely thought it would manifest into Post-Natal Depression (or Post-Partum Depression, whichever term you use).
I didn’t feel like a Mum at all and I convinced myself that I would never be able to bond with Daisy. That really broke my heart.
Until one night, a week ago, my maternal instincts kicked in and it was the biggest wake-up call I needed (ironic considering the wake-up call was partly due to sleep, or in this case, lack of).
This moment was the inspiration behind a new section on my blog, A Mother’s Diary. In the first entry, I give a little background as to what caused the baby blues, the thoughts and feelings I experienced, and the moment I truly felt like a mum. The first entry will be published in January, so keep a look out!
It Finally Happened
I have missed using a powered wheelchair immensely, I absolutely loved the chair I was allowed to use during my rehabilitation stay, it was really tough parting ways with it.
I was very kindly given a powered wheelchair not long before my discharge from rehab. While I am very grateful for it, unfortunately over time I’ve come to realise it’s not best suited for me, therefore I can only use it for very little periods before I start experiencing discomfort.
I introduced you to my new WAV (Wheelchair Accessible Vehicle) in my October Round Up, and it has most definitely enabled me to go out more easily (lockdowns aside) in my manual wheelchair. I was so, so, hoping that the powered wheelchair would fit in too… and it did!
I have waited for this day for a little over 2 years, not just owning a WAV, but where a powered wheelchair can also fit in too. Not going to lie, I had tears in my eyes.
All I Want For Christmas Is…
Not you, Mariah Carey. Or my two front teeth. No, wait… actually I would gladly accept a decent set of teeth!
Jokes aside, what i wished for, I really didn’t think it would happen due to all the restrictions and whatnot.
I cannot put into words how much I have missed my rehab family as I had not seen them since last year. If you’ve followed my blog for some time now, then you will know how much the staff at rehab mean to me.
Whereas the average stay for a patient is 12 weeks. I stayed for 30 weeks. Having these guys in my life, everyday for just under 6 months made it hard not to get to know them. They got me through the hardest time, and they just mean so much to me.
I would have been happy if I was only allowed to see them through a window. I thought that was the plan anyway. Mum drove us to rehab (me and Daisy), on Christmas eve. While Mum carried Daisy in her car seat, I drove my powerchair holding the bags of goodies (cards and presents).
I was incredibly happy when my rehab ‘Mum’ let us through the entrance. She was so excited to see me and we gave each other a well distanced air hug. She was smitten with Daisy (from afar).
Mum relayed to me that Grace and my ex-PT was there too, but were really busy at the time. Daisy was fast asleep so I was happy to wait, even if I only got to see them for a second.
Mum and I stayed in the reception area while rehab ‘Mum’ kept a look out for the others. She soon spotted my ex–PT and quickly got his attention. When he came through to reception, he saw me and then started walking back the way he came (he tries to be funny).
I said to him that our handshake will have to be at a distance for the foreseeable. He paused for a minute to see if he could remember it. Well, there are 2 versions to our handshake – one being appropriate and the second involving an accidental inappropriate hand gesture.
Of course, I remembered the inappropriate version obviously.
We laughed, and then Grace turned up! So pleased to see her! We all had a good catch up for 5 or so minutes before they had to get back to work. I was over the moon that they saw Daisy, and we are all hoping they get to have a proper cuddle with her when it becomes safe to do so.
THAT was the best Christmas present for me!
Our first Christmas as a family of 3 was simple and quiet. Just what we wanted. We didn’t go over the top as Daisy was only 7 weeks old at the time and she wouldn’t have had any idea as to what was going on.
Next Christmas we will make more of an effort.
Aside from the obvious, 2020 was a really good year for me. I became a Mum for the first time, which we thought was impossible. I now have a WAV (Wheelchair Accessible Vehicle). I had my first ever shopping spree at Primark (albeit more was spent on Ewan!)
My health continued to be stable, however the fatigue I experienced during pregnancy decreased my motivation an awful lot, which as a result, has knocked my confidence in controlling my balance and walking.
I know I’ve not written nowhere near as much as I hoped to this year but I have tried to stay active within the blogging community. Not been easy but I tried my best.
I just want to say a huge thank you to every single one of you, your continued support is always much appreciated. Wishing you all the very best for 2021!
– Ami 💚