Or at least more peaceful.
What a year 2017 was. I was strongly urged out of a job I loved into one I ended up not really liking, so work kind of failed to excite. I finally got pregnant and had the drama of a high-risk, closely- monitored pregnancy that ended up with me hospitalized after my water broke at 32 weeks, an emergency c-section under general anesthesia, and a preemie in the NICU (again). We bought a house and moved. We did several remodel projects that were supposed to be done before the baby came and instead started after she was born. I stayed with my parents for two weeks during the worst of the construction with a toddler, a newborn, no husband, and then the N CA fires hit and locked us all indoors around the clock. My elementary school burned to the ground. My husband had two uncles pass away. I took my newborn across the country to visit family and my grandmother was able to hold the baby in her hospice bed a day and a half before she died. My husband went on a couple of long international business trips, once while I was pregnant and once with a newborn at home. My baby wakes up a million times a night and my toddler has taken up screaming in the middle of the night for attention. A friend’s husband died after a year-long struggle with aggressive, incurable brain cancer. I go back to work in another day, completely unprepared to function during the day after being woken up 6-8 times a night.
All in all I am feeling glad that 2017 is behind me and really hoping that 2018 will shape up to be an easier year. I am spent, emotionally and physically.
Wishing everyone a happy 2018.
