Injury Update

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since my car accident. The car is already in for repairs and so am I. I have a full team of health professionals working on me:

With the exception of the physiotherapist, I’ve been with these practitioners for some time. I’ve had nearly a year of fitness training and many years under the care of my massage therapist and chiropractor, who together helped me recover from 3 years of chronic pain from my first two car accidents (ART therapy was extremely effective for me). This was after seeing many other practitioners and doctors along the way.

I felt a little like a “pro” going into this recovery stage. I could identify my pains more accurately and knew kind of how to approach my recovery. I’ve seen my chiropractor twice, my massage therapist once, and my physiotherapist once. I’ve seen my family doctor twice as well, to give him updates and receive prescriptions to manage the pain and swelling (which should hopefully soon fade a bit).

For now, I am still in pain. My neck and shoulders are tense and tender, though I’ve had worse. My knee is screaming at me, and I also have pain in the tops of my feet / ankles and in my forearms. The knee pain is related to the knee, as well as my leg muscles and my hip. Complicated.

I can see that recovery will take time, and I’m a little frustrated about that. I’m not looking at years, though, just months, but it does set back my fitness plans, and that’s frustrating for me. Even more so than the pain itself, I think.

So, that’s where I’m at. I’m not online much, and that’s annoying me. I have to rest a lot, and that is both nice and frustrating. I find myself short on patience in afternoons with Aiden. But I’m coping.

“Uh oh, Car”

As Aiden put it this afternoon, we had an “Uh Oh, Car” incident this morning. On my way to meet Jessica for coffee, we had a car accident. It was one of those slow-motion-see-every-detail affairs, and let me tell you, it’s not nice to see a van come smashing into your door. The door is crumpled on the exterior and will need replacing. The van had a minor scratch. I, however, do have whiplash and painful joints up and down my left side and parts of my back. Aiden is fine, though he was started at first.

Safety first, says Aiden

My need to rest and ice and not stay in fixed positions for long periods of time is likely going to limit my blogging for a couple of weeks. So, too, my fitness plans. Major bummer.

I’m annoyed about the accident and the need to fix the car. About having to go through all the process with ICBC and with all the medical people I’m sure to have to see. With all that, I’m glad we are both ok. It could have been a lot worse. Thank goodness for carseats!

Talking Like a Toddler

Aiden has learned to talk by mimicking us, so perhaps it’s inevitable that we begin to mimic him. Some of Aiden’s words are so endearing, that I’ve begun to use them myself. Yep, I’m talking like a toddler.

Just the other night, I texted the following to Ianiv:

“Feel free to let him play in his ‘bool’ and don’t forget the ‘gicken’.”

That’s me, taking a break, and trying to give Ianiv ideas for how to entertain our teething toddler and for what to give him for dinner. Saying pool and chicken just wasn’t as fun.

Sometimes, the words are so cute that I don’t even want to correct Aiden’s pronunciation. There’s something endearing about Aiden saying “gock” instead of “rock”, but I try to use the proper pronunciation myself, in reply… at least most of the time.

From time to time, I will find myself telling Aiden “There is no ‘Boo Whoa'” instead of
“There is no other one”, because he’s been saying Boo Whoa for so long that it’s almost a part of our shared vocabulary.

Do you find yourself talking like a toddler too?

Things I Won’t Do

5585965601_17945722a1_m.jpgInspired by Amber Strocel’s “Do Not Do List“, which itself is inspired by The Happiest Mom, I decided to write my own “Do Not Do List.” The idea is to make a list of things you just won’t do – be they now or ever or whatever. It’s not stuff you can’t do, necessarily, but stuff you’re ok simply not doing – by choice. It is a way to let yourself off the hook. We could all use that, couldn’t we?

Things I Won’t Do

  • Immediately unload the dishwasher
  • Treat my friends badly
  • Treat my child badly
  • Let my ‘delicates’ hang dry
  • Wear uncomfortable shoes
  • Call someone if I can text or email instead (I can talk about my telephobia some other time)
  • Go the day without coffee
  • Be completely anal about organic food. I admit it, I like Cheez Whiz
  • Pay attention to which way I put the toilet paper roll on
  • Put gas in the car before the empty light goes on
  • Give in to temper tantrums

What’s on your ‘Do Not Do’ list?

Food Obsessions

Mr. OctoberWhen it comes to feeding Zayden, I have had a few obsessions in the past year.

My first obsession was breastfeeding. I was fortunate to have a baby with a good latch and a good milk supply—sometimes too good. Sometimes my letdowns would come so fast and furious that Zayden practically drowned every time he ate. I would experiment with different positions to try to minimize the milk flow and make things less overwhelming for him. Between feedings I would analyze how the latest position had worked and try to decide if I should use it again at the next feeding or try something new. On top of that I had the same internal dialogue that all  moms new to nursing have: Am I nursing him too often? Not enough?  How much milk is he actually getting? Do I have enough milk to pump some and save it for later?

By the time we introduced solid foods, I had learned to take the ups and downs of breastfeeding in stride. But when we introduced solids, I developed a new obsession: Zayden’s iron intake. I read labels and learned the iron content of many foods. Any day that he rejected meat I would worry that he was going to be anemic. But soon these worries past and I began to trust that as long as I offered him a variety of foods and he ate well most days of the week, we were probably covered in the iron department.

Now that I have completely weaned him, I am obsessed with his milk intake once again, but this time I am counting the ounces of whole milk he drinks each day. According to my sources, he is supposed to drink about 16oz. a day, but I’m lucky, most days, if he’ll drink 10. But I am trying to resist the urge to begin obsessing and fretting again. My new mantra is, “Whatever he won’t drink, he can eat” and we give him yogurt and cheese a lot for snacks to make up for what he lacks in milk.