Monday, November 14, 2011

33 weeks-- Pain


This last weekend was a very eventful one. My wonderful sister-in-law and niece threw me a Baby Shower (my room is currently stacked high with gifts) and yesterday was my mother-in-law’s birthday party. It was so wonderful to see and spend time with a number of people on that side of the family. However, regrettably, there were consequences to my activity level…

Specific to CP

I’ve known for the last few weeks that the weight from my pregnancy has been causing an undesirable level of pressure on my knees and ankles. Up until this weekend, though, I was able to avoid focusing on the discomfort that it was giving me.

Last night I went to bed in a moderate amount of pain. I tossed and turned for an hour or so before finally being able to fall asleep. At about 2:45am I woke up in severe lower body muscular-skeletal pain. I desperately needed to go to the bathroom but it took me 30 minutes to get the bathroom, even though it was only a few feet away. Once I was back, I tried to lie down again but the least painful position I could find was sitting on the edge of my bed staring out my window. 

I thought and I thought about the mistakes I had made that weekend. The biggest issue, I think were the stairs I had climbed. I tried to think of a solution for the pain but couldn’t think of one. Tylenol is great for breaking a fever but not for taking away pain—I just have to high a tolerance to pain killers, I’ve gone essentially pain medication free since I was a teenager. In my desperation I thought of waking my husband, but the poor man isn’t getting much sleep any more, he is just too busy.

After about an hour my fruitless solution seeking, I did something I hadn’t done in nearly 16 years, I cried due to Cerebral Palsy pain. Of course I have cried several times in the last 16 years for other types of reasons, but CP pain wasn’t one of them (I'm "tough"). My crying turned in to all out weeping and that woke up my husband. He took me in his arms and somehow even though he didn’t take away the severity of my pain, he was able to push it into the background and we were able to fall back to sleep.

I’ve “hit a wall” so to speak, things are becoming more painful and difficult to accomplish. I’ve always been one to push myself from one task to another, but I think it is time to slow down. My goal was to make it to 36 weeks and then put up my feet and neglect everything except good books for my final weeks. I’m not ready to cast aside all my responsibilities yet but hopefully in the next few days I can have enough of my “affairs in order” to keep off my feet most of the time.