2008 was an interesting year. I was pregnant for most of it and as anyone knows who has had a miscarriage, it is stressful every time I went to the doctor. I went once and instead of calling Jordon right away, I ran some errands. I had also forgotten to take my cell phone. By the time I got home and he could get hold of me, he was worried but everything was okay and the pregnancy was fine until late spring.
In late March, Jordon had to go to Calgary for a conference on Emergency Disaster Relief. While he was there, I got a phone call from him via Skype telling me we were getting a cabin at Arlington Beach in the same way you would mention that you were going to buy some sunglasses. Jordon never makes decisions like this and he hadn’t even seen it yet in person or via photos. In his e-mails with Arlington, the comparison was made to the Camplin cabin and that was enough to convince Jordon to get it. Later came some photos and within a week we had formalized our decision to by the cabin which was a great decision to make for our family.
By the time we went up to move some stuff in, my blood pressure had spiked and I was seeing spots. It was diagnosed as pre-eclampsia and they told me with some medication it should be under control. The medication didn’t work and within a week I was off work. Normally being off work would be fun but I had just been transferred to Safeway on 33rd Street and I was so looking forward to being at the store closest to my house. I was going to be working with some friends, an old manager I got along well with and I was going to be in a small Safeway. Some people prefer big stores, I love the small ones. Before I worked by first shift, I was off work.
It wasn’t bed rest but pretty close to it. In practical terms when we went to the cabin the first time, Mark was in the front seat and I was in the back seat chilling out. The good news is that Jordon and Mark wouldn’t allow me to do anything. It was sweet if not a little frustrating to be able to move around.
Things got worse health wise and as many of you know, despite a August 1st due date, I was in the hospital in early June. Jordon and Mark were up at the hospital day and night and every day Jerry and Gloria were up which kept my spirits up. I don’t think I ever realized how sick I was until at Gloria’s retirement party, she did a mini roast of all her friends and she mentioned that she thought I wasn’t going to make it. I don’t know why it hit me then but it did. In addition to visiting, Gloria got Lakeview, Saskatoon Free Methodist Church and through the grapevine, even people out at Arlington were praying for me. Looking back at it, I think it made the difference.
Well Oliver was born on June 9th. I can’t remember any of it but in the delivery room of RUH the radio was playing during the cesarean section and the song was, Y.M.C.A. by the Village People which the anesthesiologist and Jordon thought was a pretty cool song to be born to. For a couple of days I was too weak to go and see him which was frustrating. Jordon went by the hospital twice a day for 22 days to see him and I would go up a couple of times to hang out and feed him. On July 1st we were able to take him home with us. The first stop was the Salvation Army Community Centre to meet the staff and the second stop was to the Reimer’s so he could meet the extended family.
We did manage to get to the cabin a couple of times this summer and it was a lot of fun. During on of the trips to the lake, the cabin got a fresh coat of paint compliments of the Camplins and the Reimers.
As summer moved into fall, Oliver continued to do well but I stopped feeling as well. I was warned by my doctor that I was a likely candidate (victim?) for postpartum depression and despite Tom Cruise not believing it exists, it does and has been awful to work through.
I have described it to Jordon as being in a funnel of blowing leaves with thoughts instead of leaves going around and around you. Since I find I can’t focus on the thoughts, I tend to grab hold of one and hold on tightly to it and I find myself ignoring other thoughts, even if they are the ones I need to be dealing with. It creates a lot of chaos around the house for Jordon. I feel for him, he works all day with those that are mental health and homeless and then he comes home to having to deal with me and try to figure out what the damage I did and then fix that. It doesn’t help that I actively work against him in trying to find out what happened. In some ways it is like he is at work 24 hours a day now.
Close to Christmas it all came to a head. My medication was raised substantially but life is still a big fog. Simple things that I never had to think about before are turning into big disasters. The doctor is confident that an increased dosage in my medication will make a difference but it has been a long struggle and it is hard to remain optimistic. I don’t really miss my family though this but I do realize that it would be tremendously helpful having people who knew me well enough to be able to relate to what I was going through, sadly that isn’t family so I wander through the valley of depression with friends and the guys. Jordon helps bring some structure to my life which is hard for him. He has never liked controlling people and for him to do that goes against his instincts. Despite that a phone call in the morning to make sure I took my medication and to review my plan for the day and to wait while I write it down makes a big difference. Tonight he ran to Staples for me and got me a new Looney Tunes Daytimer (I don’t think he got the Looney Tunes reference), a fake Moleskine and some mini gel pens (he knows the way to my heart goes through a nice pen or two). We just finished sitting down and really talked about what he can do to help me. Looking back at a year where I would have understood if he cut his losses and left, it means a lot to me.
That has been 2008 for me. In some ways it has been wonderful, in other ways I feel like kicking it in the crotch as it leaves tomorrow night.
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