Waiting for anything is not my forte. I’m an immediate gratification kinda girl….and unfortunately I spawned a child who is just as impatient. So when I was thrown a bit of a curve ball over a week ago regarding my health I had a bit of meltdown…several if we’re being honest. Waiting can make you go crazy….turn you into a nut job…and crazy only begets more craziness.
So I did something different this time. I changed my story. You see before Lily if anything crazy happened to Mike, a family member, a friend or myself I would slump into a misty haze. I would turn to the internet to research a problem if it was health related…turn to food (especially sweets) because there is something about a fresh baked brownie that completes me…turn to sporting pjs and becoming a couch potato because turning to comfort items like my Uggs and a DVR episode of those crazy OC housewives just made me feel better.
This time while I waited I flipped the switch and immersed myself in healthy alternatives that would keep my mind/body/soul in a positive light while I tried to forget the horrible waiting room. I hung out with some girlfriends. Drove to a park that was in Egypt just for Lily to experience something new with her sweet pal Piper. Went to the mall and watched Lily socialize with complete strangers (that’s scary but also sweet!). Headed to the beach after Lily’s nap just so she could run after the birds. Finally took Lily back to MyGym (like a Gymboree class) since her whole Mollescum treatment and seeing her light up over trampolines and a ball pit is priceless. I also hit the gym 4 days in a row….I haven’t worked out that hard probably since 3 months before getting pregnant!
This next step even had my husband noticing….I actually put on outfits for THREE days in a row. By outfits I’m referring to clothes I would sport before baby…no sports bra, baggy t-shirt and NO black leggings. Instagram (I’m @lilyandbliss) friends got an outfit shot yesterday because I was so proud of my put together ensemble. And I put make-up on and actually blew out my hair.
Damn it felt great. And it still feels great knowing I didn’t revert to wasting away on the couch, binging on a batch of brownies and freaking out over Google searches.
Of course I thought about the waiting room and the what ifs….but by not fully concentrating on the negative I had a week of some pretty great moments with the family. I pushed myself physically and it helped me emotionally.
And then I got the call that my second blood labs showed that I was “normal”. Oh that was the cherry to my pretty cool banana split week. The old me would still be freaked out only receiving some answered questions. This new me is still worried but trying to live by my faith and placing everything in God’s hands. This new normal me is going to be just fine. I have the cutest daughter & sweetest husband and I’m now a pound lighter for boycotting brownies and crushing it at the gym. I like this new waiting room I’ve created.