
My relationship with my back is really spotty. I always take it for granted and I always am shocked when it goes haywire. But no one in my family and none of my friends are ever shocked. My first back episode was my senior year in high school (there is a long line of back issues with almost everyone in my mom's family) and I was so scared. It was exhaustion and stress applying for colleges + a dash of bad lifting form, or a sneeze, or whatever, and it went out.

Same thing in college. During the end of each term it would go out and I was always so surprised--like, really shocked. I think it's because I never wanted to be someone with back issues. I was a jock my whole life, always running around doing sports and injuries were normal. I have a horrible left ankle and a chipped kneecap and have been on crutches more times than I can count, but back pain, that is so scary. Like lifelong and horrible, so I just don't think about it.
My back and I went around again when I had the girls. My 9th month with Sadie I could barely move my back was so bad and then, not surprisingly, had a horrendous back labor. It took 9 months after that to get it back to a sort of normal and to learn what I can and can't do-like nursing in bed on my side- and wearing the sling in a bad way. Then I had Delia, and had back labor again (the midwife had warned my of this) I made it through okay and I didn't know any different. The recovery was faster and I was more careful, but I know, and can feel, that my back will never be the same after the births.
Then I started this blog and the stretching/pilates/yoga got less and less frequent. Sometimes I only have an hour a day to craft (often, actually) and I don't want to spend that time in a stretch, you know? Then add lack of sleep, a b-day party, work deadlines, and life, and I guess a hot shower and a bad sneeze? (Apparently a hot shower/bath is the worst for acute back pain, it should be ice-ice, baby.)
So, I need to work on this. I am on day 7 now of pretty bad pain. I am on the mend, and I am seeing specialists, making appointments, and doing what I can. Pete used up some vacation days to stay at home and help and that kills me. Kills. Family time is so precious, to have to use it this way makes me crazy. I need to balance this out. Maybe a little less art and craft time and a little more body awareness? And breath. And walks. And trying to figure out how to stretch with the girls not jumping on me. It can be done, I just need to try it. I hate having my creative time bitten into, but I know I am a body and a brain and need to take care of both. And thank God everyday I am in a little less pain. . .
And, we (Pete) decorated for Halloween. . .