Merry (belated) Christmas, blog-family! I am late in writing this week’s post, since we’ve been traveling for the holidays.
As the title says, this has truly been the best Christmas in a long, long time. Christmas of 2010 was my last Christmas with my mom before she died, and the holiday season has been quite depressing for me ever since.
Last Christmas, I went into the season thinking it would be the best Christmas in forever, since I already knew I was pregnant via IVF. But then the day before Christmas Eve, I started bleeding profusely and went to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with a hemorrhage that gave me a 50% chance of losing my baby.
I’ll give a full re-cap of the pregnancy and Jordan’s birth story in a later post, but for now I’ll just say that Christmas 2017 was fraught with fear and unknowns.
This year, however, I am beyond grateful to have celebrated the holiday with my bouncing baby boy. For the first time since I was a child myself, we set out cookies for Santa and carried on the family tradition of reciting “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (aka “The Night Before Christmas”).
This Christmas was slightly threatened when Jordan came down with RSV, a nasty respiratory virus that can be dangerous for small babies, and then proceeded to infect both me and his dad. Little Jordan is a trooper, though, and he rallied in time for our Christmas vacation to visit my side of the family.
I am so grateful that Jordan’s case of RSV wasn’t too bad, requiring nothing more than breathing treatments and ample rest. We were all feeling well enough by Christmas morning!
Piglet even got a visit from Santa Paws! He brought her some treats and two new toys. She also had a day at the groomers, where she got this fancy winter bandanna.
Although it’s been unseasonably warm here (t-shirt level warm), I’ve been engaging in some of my favorite winter self-care activities: a hot bath, movies and popcorn, and curling up under a heavy blanket with a book.
This is going to sound strange, but sometimes I think I have reverse SAD. When it’s Christmastime and it gets dark at 4 in the afternoon and it’s cold and dreary outside, I actually get quite happy. But when it’s winter and sunny and warm outside, it feels depressingly incongruous to me. Does anyone else feel that way? Or am I just weird?
Tell me, blog family, how was your Christmas?
Until next time,