Almost one year ago to the day — October 27, 2011 — DTT made its cyberspace debut. Born during an extremely vulnerable period in my life, this blog has been my home and safe haven since the middle of my high-risk pregnancy with Elyse. It’s hard to believe that Elyse is now eight months old (Lessons Learned up next week) and it’s been a year since I was gearing up for the second part of my pregnancy — the scariest trimester and a half of my life. This time last year, I was a stranger to IVIG infusions, prednisone side effects and the wonderful little life that was growing inside of me. Little did I know, a whole host of surprises were in store — including a new friend in Nurse Jules, an undying appreciation for medical science and a second miracle daughter to love.
Last fall, NAIT ruled my daily thoughts and imbibed every fiber of my being. As my belly grew, so did my fears. I was reluctant to love my unborn baby as much as I wanted to, as fear kept reminding me that she could be taken away just as suddenly as she arrived. I learned that the only way to survive was to take each day as it came, overcome each milestone as it was presented and to cherish every moment of being pregnant. I was my baby’s lifeline; I needed to be mentally and physically strong enough to get us both to the finish line waiting at 36 weeks, 4 days. So, each week, I wrote. Sometimes I was overjoyed, while other times I was overwhelmed. Sometimes tears fell as my words flooded the screen and other times I wrote with a smile stretched from ear to ear. But every time I hit the “Publish” button, I felt as if another pound had been lifted from that heavy weight. And as I poured out some of my most private thoughts and fears, I felt a little lighter and a whole lot more confident.
Nowadays, I don’t see the world through my old rose-colored glasses. I see it in all of its glory — a place where no one is free from hardship. Even if you think you’re one of the lucky ones who’ve somehow managed to escape any rough terrain, chances are you’ll encounter it down the road. And during those rough months at the end of last year and beginning of this one, I was fortunate enough to have found a place where I could find some refuge until the worst of the storm was over. I thank all of you, dear readers, for occupying this space with me. Without your comments, love and support, DTT would be just another URL.
And in case you wanted to take a trip down memory lane, as I often find myself doing from time to time, I’ve compiled a list of DTT’s top posts, those which attracted the most traffic (i.e. more than 100 views) over the course of the last year:
Week 36: Reflections of Firsts and Lasts During the Final Hours — one of my favorites!
And of course, we can’t forget the post that started it all: Introducing Deep Thought Thursdays.
As yet another Thursday passes us by, I would like to leave you with a quote that I encountered on my drive to Clara’s Spanish class this week. As an aside, I travel down Mineral Spring Avenue into Pawtucket twice a week to the Hope Artiste Village for Clara’s Spanish and Kindermusik classes. Each time I make the 15-minute trek, I drive past a quaint little flower shop. Every week, this particular florist displays inspirational quotes up on the sign outside of his/her business. This week’s quote really hit home for me, as it truly captured what I feel should be my motto (if I ever decide to adopt one, that is):
It may be easier to go down the hill than up, but the best views are always from the top.
Here’s to another year of uphill climbing. Thank you, dear readers, for always walking beside me.