It’s been six months, to the day, today. Six months since I went into an operating room, and came out three hours later. Six months since I not only lost my baby, but lost the organ used to make more of them as well. Six months since the final chapter in healing could start. Six months since I woke up from one nightmare only to find I was still in another.
In the past six months I’ve learned a lot. I’ve grown a lot. I’ve healed a lot. In the past six months I’ve noticed slight changes in the way I view things, the way I react to things, and my overall outlook on things.
Has six months been enough, will there ever be enough? I don’t know
What I do know is that of the things I’ve learned in the past six months, a lot of them are things I no longer take for granted.
Of course there are the obvious ones, like
Babies, and the ability to make your own
But there’s also the not so obvious ones, some I should have learned a long time ago and didn’t. Some I’ve learned before and forgot, but most I’ve never been so aware of before now.
Things I hope to never take for granted again (I’m writing them down as a reminder to my future self)
The ability to drive your own car
The ability to drive
Help without asking
Grocery shopping by yourself
The ability to lift more than 10 pounds
The ability to walk more than a few feet at a time
Not having to say anything and know they understand
Picking up where you left off
Caring for my family