The many faces of Perseverance Blog Series. I thought it would be nice to take the filter out of our daily lives and to be able to relate to many different people about struggles that we each face. I am learning everyday to embrace the struggles we go through, instead of fearing them. I am learning that everything we go through is putting us on our path and helping us grow. I am learning that even when its uncomfortable and hard that we are learning so much about ourselves and that our struggles are shaping us into a better version of ourselves. I hope you gain guidance, inspiration, and support from this series – Alexa
There are many times in my life that I’ve had to persevere, but the moment I became a mother is when I was really tested. I had a wonderful pregnancy. I had read and researched everything I could get my hands on, but nothing prepares you for a newborn baby quite like being handed a screaming “bundle of joy”.
During the birth while getting an epidural the anesthesiologist had accidently “wet tapped” me. Essentially (and long story short) she had punctured the derma-layer of my spinal column which caused an imbalance in my spinal fluid making my brain feel like it was sagging. After birth, once my pain medications had worn off, I was having the worst headaches I hope I will ever experience in my life. To make matters worse, no one diagnosed my condition for four full days after birth!!
So I had just given birth, began experiencing excruciating migraines and I just thought it was all “normal”. At this point, the only way I was able to endure the headaches was by laying horizon, in a dark room. My sweet husband was a superman that first week. He not only kelp our daughter alive by bringing her to me to nurse every couple hours, but he changed every diaper and made sure I was surviving the headaches until I had a procedure to clot the hole that was causing the fluid imbalance.
We made it through that first week, and the months few by. I do not know what I would have done without my family helping me through the tough times. I am not ashamed to admit that I do not enjoy the “baby months”; those were hard times for me. I was not prepared for how selfless you must be in order to take care of a baby, but I am beyond grateful for my sweet baby girl! I am definitely not the same woman who walked into the hospital thinking I had this mommy-role down. I have had to do a lot of work on myself; the one virtue that I’ve worked the hardest on is patience. I know I am a wonderful mother and a much better person because of my baby girl, and as she’s grown older (she will be 3 in January) life has become more “balanced.” This past year has been one of the best years of my life. There is nothing in life compared to your toddler taking your face in her hands, giving you a big smooch and telling you, “I love you Mommy. You’re my best friend!”