Saturday marked the 37 week mark. Sunday I finally had the opportunity to go for my first run outside in well over a week.
It was my first run with Miss Becca post her giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. I remarked that the progression of our running can be marked along the street we meet on. At the end of her pregnancy I would make it almost to her house before we would meet. Yesterday she made it almost to my house before we ran into each other. I had no expectations for my run. I wanted to get out and move, to feel the cold, fresh air on my face and to spend some time with a friend I missed.
3 miles later I had run miles that I still can not believe I was capable of.
Mile 1 – 10:37
Mile 2 – 9:56
Mile 3 – 9:53
To make a very long emotional story short. My son was hospitalized last Sunday with severe dehydration and a very bad case of RSV. We spent 3 days with him in the hospital. He was hooked up to IV’s and machines that monitored his heart rate and oxygen levels. He later developed bronchitis and an ear infection. He is home now and is doing fantastic – a little run down and moody at times – but better in comparison.
I can literally say it was the worst/scariest week of my life. The doctors were pretty sure I had the same thing, just that my adult body was able to fight off the RSV better. We are no longer contagious – though I do have a lovely sounds like I’ve been smoking for ten years type of cough and go through waves of feeling good and not feeling good. So that’s where I have been – MIA from my blog – MIA from life.
The doctor’s all reminded me that the silver lining in the whole situation was that this little baby boy was still in my tummy and hadn’t entered the world yet. Here’s to looking at the glass half full.
Thank you to all my wonderful friends who offered to help and who were there for me in my time of need. It’s amazing what kind words can do for the spirit. xoxo