So last night, when I was rocking my son to sleep (he's five months), I started thinking how lucky I was to have him and the utter joy he brings to my life. Previously, I'd been feeling pretty sorry for myself, given that I got this DD so soon after his birth, and how hard it's been being so sick and having a new baby. Luckily, he's a really good baby...he sleeps well and is usually happy. Still, though, there were days where I was just too sick to care for him like I felt I should, and I felt like I'd been cheated somehow, or that I wasn't being as good of a mom as I should be.
However, I also think that it's a good thing that I had him to focus on...I think it's kept me from dwelling on the negatives of this disease. After all, wouldn't you rather play with a sweet little baby than sit and think about your colon? And what's more comforting and calming than cuddling a sleeping baby? And what makes your heart sing more than a baby giving you a big smile and laugh?
Sorry, I'm being a sappy new mommy...