Since march this year I have been thrown a few hurdles. I have been tested, and then tested again, and just when I think it cant get any harder, it has. It started off with a gastro bug that went through our household, we all took turns cleaning up vomit and helping children sit up to vomit in buckets, gastro really sucks. My little boy who has was just over 18m at the time, was recovering from gastro when he came down with bronchialitis. He seemed to be getting sicker by the day, and on the third doctors visit in as many days, our GP suggested we take him to emergency. What I didn't realise was that she suspected he had pneumonia (confirmed), he also had viral tonsillitis. My poor little baby was very sick! Helping a toddler vomit during the night is a scary thing, but having a listless toddler with pneumonia is even scarier.
He seemed to improve, but a week later his cough took a turn for the worse, and he began having coughing fits that resulted in vomiting. I took him back to the GP. While we were there he had a coughing fit in front of the doctor, who immediately informed me my sick boy had whooping cough. Surely not....he had been immunised! Apparently the current vaccinations are weaker than a few years ago because they were causing febrile convulsions in babies (pretty scary), but as a result there are many more cases of whooping cough, even in vaccinated people. As I was coughing too, the doctor tested me also, and we had an anxious 3 day wait for the results. I had convinced myself that the results would be negative, trying to stay positive and hope for the best, but you know when the doctor rings you himself that the diagnosis isnt good!The antibiotics helped kill of the contagion, but did little for the actual cough. Whooping cough is also known as the 100 day cough, so my little man and I spent the next 3+ months coughing, initially having awful fits resulting in retching, and slowly, very gradually getting better.
My daughter has also had a tough few months, after her gastro bought, she has had sever stomach cramps daily, for coming up to 5 months. We have had umpteen doctors appointments, as well as trying all sorts of alternative options to help her. It has been awful seeing her in pain, but we seem to be slowly improving things with some changes in diet. And of course when it rains it pours. While all of this was going on my husband was also facing some big changes at his work, which meant increased hours, increased travel, and job uncertainty. At one point we were wondering what we would do if he was made redundant. He was away when our son had gastro, and again when he was in hospital. I had lots of help from family, but its just not the same as having your husbands shoulder to cry on when your children are sick.
Then a few weeks ago I had to have a colonoscopy. I had been having some tummy issues for a few months, which seemed to be exacerbated by the gastro, and then even further after taking the antibiotics for whooping couch. I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, and suddenly lots of things made sense. I had put my constant tiredness down to the demands and stresses of motherhood, but now there was another reason.The diagnosis, however, stopped me in my tracks physically and emotionally. I hit a brick wall. The expenses from choosing to have the colonoscopy done privately meant I had to take a break from my personal training sessions, and I was feeling utterly defeated. I stopped going to the gym, and struggled to find my motivation to move forward. I was crying regularly, and was really worried I was slipping back into a depression.This thought scared me into seeing a hypnotherapist. I have seen him before, and had an amazing session that lasted nearly 3 hours. It was like a light bulb went off inside me, and since then I have gradually been stepping back into life.
Last week I took a very big step forward and weaned my baby. After two years and two weeks of breastfeeding my very attached little man, I decided it was the right time for both of us to take this step. For me, I really need to have my personal space back, and the energy to focus on continuing my recovery and my road to health and wellness, for him, he was old enough to understand and accept mummy saying no. I am very proud of both of us for taking the step, and a little sentimental at the same time! Breastfeeding for so long was a blessing for us both, particularly as a way to comfort and nourish him when he was so sick.This week I have gone back to the gym again, on my own, no personal trainer in sight. I have decided to focus on what I know I can do: running. I have downloaded a couple of app's on my iPhone, and have signed up for the Sydney running festival in September. I have 7 weeks to train for a 9k run, and yesterday I managed 7k's on the treadmill in an hour (yes there was some walking involved, but there was mostly jogging, and that was a huge relief- I haven't lost all my fitness).
I have downsized my goals to make them achievable and realistic. After months of supporting my family, now I need to focus on my health, I need to focus on feeling good, and feeling strong and healthy. I'm feeling positive again for the first time in what feels like an eternity. It feels good.



























