Bring It, 2011

I did a brief 2010 year in review last time I wrote, but I can’t let the upcoming New Year arrive without some sort of reflection.

This time last year, we were battered from a long, tough fall but were also incredibly hopeful about the year about to unfold. In fact, in my New Year’s post I wrote:

“It is one thing to say that having hope is important, but it is another to be truly willing to accept things that are out of your control, to have hope things will work out even if in the moment, you can’t see how or when. That is the hard part for me, anyway.”

What a prescient sentiment to kick of 2010, the year of the highest of highs and some truly significant lows. Having hope things would work out even when I could not see or know how was key to making it through some intense moments this year. A grueling pregnancy and delivery and a serious family health situation certainly demanded hope and faith, and the miracles of life and of survival were (and are) truly breathtaking.

I am someone’s mother. I still cannot believe that sometimes, especially when re-reading thoughts from this time last year, when so much was uncertain.

I do not like listing resolutions; I find them limiting. I’d rather work toward a larger goal. So, for 2011, my goal is to work towards finding balance. That might sound really general or clichéd, but my anxiety for the upcoming year is that I will have trouble with balance, so I’m trying to preempt that. I am someone’s mother now, and 2011 will be all about working everything else (full-time job, book to finish, relationships, household stuff, illness stuff, family stuff, etc) around that.

However, 2010 taught me some important lessons that speak to finding balance, namely:

Be flexible with expectations for myself. (Ongoing breastfeeding saga of 2010, I’m looking at you here).

Know that what works today might not work tomorrow. (This refers to baby schedules, body parts, you name it. Roll with it.)

Make those to-do lists a lot shorter and more realistic. (If bed rest didn’t clarify this, a newborn certainly did.)

Remember that somehow, everything will be okay. (I joke that if my daughter could survive 37 weeks in this body, she can take whatever the world dishes out to her and thrive. Kidding aside, sometimes I need to remember this perspective—no matter what unfolds, we’ll find our way.)

And lastly, take nothing for granted. (Then all of the smaller prioritizations, lists of supposedly important things, and conflicting roles somehow work themselves out.)

So while it’s a few days early, happy New Year. Thank you for reading and for following this journey, especially this past year. Whatever your goals or resolutions are, may 2011 bring you peace and happiness and as much good health as possible.

2010 in Review: The Year of the Baby

Leslie’s Patients for a Moment prompt for the last edition of the year is a good one: recap the year in posts, or pick a favorite post from the past year.

Indulge me while I do a little of both.

Clearly if you read this blog regularly you know 2010 was the year of the baby here on A Chronic Dose. After talking a lot about chronic illness, pregnancy, and parenting over the past few years, I kicked off 2010 all riled up about the insensitive attitudes and assumptions people have about adoption and parenting with chronic illness. Reading it over, I still get a little red in the face and animated, and hope to continue those kinds of conversations in the near future.

It was a long, stressful, and secretive winter and spring, but the post I am most proud of on this blog and probably more proud of than anything else I’ve written is when I finished the rest of the story of children and chronic illness in April, the backstory that I’d largely kept off the blog for much of our four-year journey towards being parents. I’ve never drafted and re-drafted a piece more, and even though it is a bit longer than normal I think everything is relevant. It represented everything that is part of a journey like this: hope, sadness, forgiveness, frustration, and most of all, thankfully, joy.

Wow, a lot has changed since I “came out” with that post, when I was 16 weeks pregnant and still holding my breath a little bit. When I talked about a high-risk pregnancy by trimester I had no idea I’d go on bed rest shortly after, that my loved one would suffer a catastrophic medical problem, that I’d be in and out of the hospital quite so many times, that I would go into pre-term labor and hold my breath yet again at 28, 32, and 34 weeks.

I’d rather skip ahead to my favorite post of the year, when I could type the words here at last and finally, we exhaled and focused instead on falling in love with our little girl.

Since then we’ve adjusted to being parents and juggling illness and work, and can’t wait to spend out first holiday season with our daughter.

So much has changed in twelve months. I am excited to leave at least some of the medical complexity and anxiety of 2010 behind us and focus on living our new life. 2010 gave us the most amazing, incredible experience so despite the ups and downs, that’s the note on which I am happy to end the year.

Illness Essentials

In the spirit of getting back into a blogging groove, I decided to answer the Queen of Optimism’s prompt for the next Patient for a Moment carnival.

With the holidays and gifts on my mind, (and various illnesses and symptoms in my thoughts a lot lately, too) it is also a good time to consider the various “must-haves” and necessities for life with chronic illness. We’re supposed to look at concrete items, not more abstract concepts like love, support, empathy, etc—though of course everyone could use those, too, healthy or not.

If you’ve read Life Disrupted then you know I have a whole section of surviving hospitalizations and you won’t be surprised at my number-one must have:

My laptop.

I very rarely leave home without it. Okay, on maternity leave I stuck with just the diaper bag, but typically I have my laptop with me wherever I go. I’ve had it with me as a patient in the ICU, I bring it to every doctor appointment, and yes, I did bring it to the hospital for what we fondly call The Longest Labor Ever. (Okay not really but seriously, it was pretty close.) It is always the first item I pack in my hospital bag, before the medications, the toothbrush, or the contact lens case.

Being sick involves so much waiting around, and with free wifi in most hospitals and doctor’s offices these days, I always want it with me in case I can catch a few minutes’ work.

As a writer, editor, and professor, my computer is where my life’s work largely happens. But beyond work, whether I am home sick or in the hospital, my computer is my connection to my IRL friends, social networks, and the outside world in general. It brings the world to me when I cannot participate in daily life. My current Mac is four years old and makes an incredibly sad noise when I open it due to a broken CD drive, plus the letters have worn off some of a lot of keys, but I am still smitten with it.

My iPhone is another must-have. I didn’t realize how useful it would be until I had one and now I cannot imagine not having it. When I am on oxygen or too sick to speak, I text words and photographs like a fiend. When I needed to update concerned friends and family each time I was in the hospital during the pregnancy, my iPhone was essential. Sometimes there are too many wires and monitors and it is much easier to whip out my tiny phone than it is to use the computer (especially when very pregnant!) I would update my husband, catch up on e-mail, and use the Internet during my non-stress tests, and even used the iPhone’s Voice Memo function to record the sound of her heart beating to share with our parents. There are also a ton of health-centered apps and tracking functions for the iPhone.

I am spatially challenged and horrible with driving directions and the map/directions function is huge for me. In fact, I will be using it today to get to my daughter’s appointment with a specialist at (literally) the only hospital in Boston I have yet to enter.

And on bed rest? Well, my phone and my laptop were a 10-week lifeline.

Other necessities? A BPA-free water bottle to track how much I drink. Fluids are important for breast feeding and also help loosen/thin out mucus, so it’s great to carry the bottle with me wherever I go to stay on top of that.

A smaller, more portable nebulizer that can even fit in my diaper bag if I needed it to, and back up inhalers so I have some for home, for my briefcase, etc.

A gym membership or exercise in general; exercise isn’t just good for the body as a whole (especially after a baby!) but is actually medically necessary for my lungs—if I keep things moving around in there, infections don’t get a chance to linger as much. If I time it so I exercise right before my daily chest physiotherapy, I can really maximize how much gunk I can cough up.

The obvious? My blue health insurance card. The numerous daily medications, the daily physical therapy, the medical equipment, the coverage for my specialists, the lactation support for my daughter, the coverage for my many hospitalizations and tests—this little card makes so much of that possible. I work extremely hard for my health insurance and have made a lot of sacrifices to get it, and know I am lucky to have comprehensive coverage. I cannot imagine life with chronic illness without it, and realize not everyone is as fortunate.

There are many more, but I am actually off to a doctor’s appointment right now.