Just a note to thank everyone who stopped by for a chat last week. I’m always a bit worried about joining a new link up but I felt so welcome. What’s more, I discovered some fabulous new blogs. I’ve left myself more time this week to actually leave comments.
So, if we were having coffee, or peppermint hot chocolate in my case, I would ask whether you saw any of the wonderful sunrises we’ve been experiencing recently? I would probably get my phone out and share a couple of the 5,000 odd photos I’ve taken. It’s got to the point now where Freya asks to be held up to the window each day and demands I take a photo. Naturally I love it.
Mark doesn’t really understand my (our) fascination with them but when she was smaller the sunrise become my saviour; proof that the long, lonely nights with a baby I could do nothing to comfort were over. The light and colour also filled me with the energy I needed to get through each day. Now she is older, and our nights are mostly easier, the sunrise feels like a trusted and treasured friend.
If we were having coffee, I would say it’s been another week, another scan. I feel like most of the NHS budget is being spent on me and I can only stress again how grateful I am that I’m being well taken care of. So far I’ve had my eye op, an MRI on my shoulder (no news) and this week it was downwards for a scan on some ovarian cysts – in my case a symptom of endometriosis. The big one seems to have gone or at least shrunk, which means, as they cause me no other problems, we can hopefully just ignore it all.
The strange thing was, I had to go to the maternity department (previously I’ve just gone to ultrasound) and as I sat in the waiting room along with women in varying stages of pregnancy I was really hoping not to see anyone I know. Would they assume I was pregnant again? Would they believe me if I said I wasn’t or think I was just being coy? I sat holding my breath so my tummy looked a bit flatter, just in case.
The last time I was there was when I was pregnant with Freya but it is also the same place I discovered my first pregnancy couldn’t continue and, even though it was five years ago this year, as I sat there that all consuming sadness swirled around me like a fine mist. I thought because I had my happy ending it wouldn’t feel as raw now, especially after all this time, but I’m finding that grief is a funny old thing to deal with. In a way it’s comforting that I can’t and won’t forget him.
So as not to end on a down note, I would ask if you have seen the video of the bride from New Zealand who joined in with a haka at her wedding reception. I’ve cried at it twice already. There is something so emotional about a haka, whether performed for intimatation at the rugby or, as in this case, with passion at a wedding.
And now, if we were having coffee, I’d ask about your week. I really hope it’s been a good one.
I’m joining in with Part-time Monster’s #weekendcoffeeshare.