I took my oldest son to his first Pre-Kindergarten Christmas concert in 2012. It went as normal as any other occasion I get excited for. My stroller was to big to push around in the crowd of people, and of course my eight month old was sound asleep. So I left him in the stroller while I watched the cute musical presentation they provided us with. My video camera that I wanted "so bad" to capture moments such as these wouldn't work. And when I say wouldn't work I mean when I press the "take a photo button" I obviously meant record. So now I have these fuzzy terrible looking photos of him standing there with his mouth open.
That's when I started feeling sick, and honestly, just wanted to go home. I wasnt in the best of mood so the thought of having a bunch of 4 year old children making a Christmas tree out of icing, sprinkles, candies and an ice cream cone wasn't exactly what I wanted to participate in. My son was to excited to pass up that opportunity, and I couldn't bare to tell him we were going home. We stayed, and frosted each portion of that cone, and placed a variety of candy so that it covered the entire tree, and then came the words "Now...I get to eat it." A mothers worst nightmare. I thought to myself, why would they torture us parents like that? Have our kids make a super sugary treat then say "Adios, oh and have a Merry Christmas." Terrible to say, but at this point in my soon to be death torture, I didn't care. Did I mention while we were making our awesome tree, a random person walked up to me and said "Is that your baby?" "Yes" I embarrassingly responded. "He is screaming." I rushed over there and sure enough it was my child who was purple faced crying strapped in a huge stroller, and I was the mother that was oblivious to it. Oops!
On the drive home I phoned my husband and told him how I was feeling sick, and I needed him to come home. I had a hope inside of me that he would rush to my rescue, but then reality struck and all he had was a short apology and in four hours he would be home.
Finally my husband got home, the kids were still up, unfed and I was lying on the couch feeling as if I was dying. My entire body hurt, and my stomach was in excruciating pain. Because my husband is so awesome, he took care of the kids. Unfortunately it was only a Tuesday and he didn't have any days off until Saturday.
Have you ever nursed while sick with the flu? I never have until this death sickness struck me and let me tell you. It. Is. Awful. There are no words for me to explain the intensity of how badly I hated this flu, and having to take care of two children was so difficult.
It was more like a twelve hour flu then a twenty four hour recovery. I still did not want to eat the next two or so days but forced down a couple crackers every few hours.
So in ending, the flu literally! Almost killed me, or so it felt that way, but I did loose that ten pounds..in twelve hours...shockingly, it never came back. To me, it was almost like sympathy gift. Here is a nasty unspeakable, dreadful stomach flu, but don't you worry! That ten pounds will never return.
At first I glorified in the simple fact I didn't have to work out daily. Then realized, I still do... So I began to start a routine, then came Christmas 2013 and I stopped but here we are entering 2014 and I'm back at it. I'm not sure if it will ever feel enjoyable, but I know that my future self will appreciate it. I can already see my metabolism slow down and if I want any more kids in the future years I know I need to keep working toward having a regular exercise routine.
It only took me one entire year after my horrific experience with my photos, and a nasty flu to get me going.
So I welcome 2014 with open arms. I am excited to see where our family goes, how I grow into becoming a better wife and mother and just simply enjoy this little messy, chaotic life we have here in Canada.
As promised here are the two pictures.
Before
After
You looked gorgeous in both photos! Glad you are blogging!
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