It’s 8:33 am, Christmas morning. Just wanted to update everyone really quick who was following along about the thing in my neck from the last few posts. After getting three different doctors to carefully examine the thing and consider it, we’ve concluded that it most definitely is not cancerous or worrisome in any way. The chances of it presenting any problems is incredibly minute, and I think it’s finally sinking in that I can exhale. I was so scared and nervous for awhile there. And I know some folks probably didn’t understand my level of fear, but sometimes we can’t help how things affect us mentally and emotionally. Whatever the case, I may still choose to have it removed, since it is on top of a tendon in my neck and I can feel it rubbing against the tendon sometimes when I move my neck – but it’s not uncomfortable, and most importantly, it’s not a problem or a danger. I feel so relieved this Christmas, it’s honestly the greatest gift I could get at this point.
Now I’m thinking about how my life has changed since just two Christmases ago. Two Christmases ago, I was pregnant with Russ and I didn’t know it (didn’t find out until the first week of January). One Christmas ago, I was the new mother of a tiny infant. Russ was only three months old this time last year, and we were still knee-deep in seemingly constant nursing sessions, insanely messy diapers, and swaddle blankets. This year I marvel at how much you can evolve in a short time. At how things can just change so quickly and yet feel like the most natural thing in the world.
In a year’s time, I don’t know what we’ll be doing. I have a feeling we’ll probably be looking towards bringing our second baby into the world – that’s what we’d like, anyway. Russ will be two years old and will probably be into everything (wait, what am I saying, he’s into everything already) and very talkative. Hopefully this time next year, Russ won’t be terrified – and I mean, completely out-of-his-gourd horrified – by mall Santa Clause characters. Whatever we’re getting into, I just hope we’re in the same blessed place that we are now and have been in the past. I hope we’re still healthy and happy. I hope Jonathan and I are still head over heels in love. I hope Russ is still the joyful, goofy little character that he is now.
I believe those things will happen.
Merry Christmas! 🙂