new year. same me. different story.

oh hey, friends. It’s been a while.

December is the time of year when everyone starts talking about resolutions. Updates they want to make in the new year.

New Year, New You, right? WRONG.

new-years-meme

 

 

I hate that phrase. It makes me think of trading in something that’s broken for a new model. Giving up something that brings you comfort for something that is ‘exciting’. Starting over instead of pushing on.

Life isn’t always about moving on to the new. Sometimes, you have to learn to work with what you have. Jump in head first to what you’ve been given instead of trying to replace it. Make lemonade out of those lemons. Then add vodka and enjoy.

So what does this have anything to do with me and where I’ve been for the past who-knows-how-long?

Flashback to August. The last time you saw me, I was 8 months pregnant with our first baby. Things were going great. We had just gotten back from our family vacation in New Hampshire and were excited to see our little guy one last time before he was born in October. During our routine 32 week ultrasound, though, life decided to go a different direction. After an initial ‘something looks a little off’, we moved on to ‘we’re having a hard time finding what we should’ and ended up at ‘get ready to have a baby, because you’re being induced tonight’, all within a matter of less than 5 weeks. Our son, Jackson, was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect and would be born on September 22, 2016 with CHD, a cleft palate, and an undersized chin, leaving him unable to breathe on his own.

12 weeks later, here we are.

Jackson has spent the first three months of his life in the hospital, moving between good days and bad days more times than I can say ‘pass the white wine’. Right now, we’re waiting. Waiting on surgery. Waiting on growth. Waiting on our little guy to be ready for his next big step.

So what does that mean for sheCOMPETES and our new year? What can you expect us to share, post, and write about?

Well, honestly, a lot of the same stuff. Despite being an inpatient parent for the better part of three months, I still enjoy the same things. I love exercise, I’m pursuing my masters, and if you ask me what my favorite hobbies are, I will still say ‘eating’ followed promptly by ‘napping’. I like sharing my experiences with others and showing them how real life, real health, and real food can all live happily together without driving you nuts. For lack of a better word, I’m still the same me.

Sure, there will be a lot more pictures of my baby. And there will be some real talk about what it means to be the parent of a child with special needs, but there will also be some awesome workouts, recipes, and discussions about the awesomeness of being a female athlete. It’s nothing new, exactly – just me with a little different thrown in the mix.

So all in all, its just the same old stuff told from a new perspective. New Year, Same Me, Different Story.

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “new year. same me. different story.

  1. Jackson had been on my mind today, then I see a post from your Mom regarding his possible surgery tomorrow. The Spirit of God put him on my heart for a purpose. Jim and I will be praying for Divine intervention.

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