My back has been out since Friday. I awoke with a soreness, but it got worse as the day progressed. On Saturday it was so bad, I couldn’t lift the girls.
Or move my neck.
On Sunday I woke up feeling better. That is until I sneezed. My neck and back stiffened up and I could not move.
My mom massaged my back. I asked her to do this since they say that the first-born child in every family has magical healing powers in their hands. Umm, no idea who came up with this old wives tale, but it’s sort of been passed on from generation to generation in my family. Since my mother is the oldest, I asked her to massage me. She had no problem. I told her I asked Neve to massage me, but she didn’t want to. My mom responded “Well, she’s a baby. She’s not going to massage your back!”
My humor is obviously lost on her.
I had company over last night. This was a toughie for me because of the pain I was in, but I had already made the plans.
My husband’s former neighbor from Israel lives in our city. it’s kind of strange that from a tiny farming village in Israel, they both ended up here. And ironically, he ran into her where? At our IVF clinic when I was going through fertility treatments! She was older and newly married, and after having 3 embryos implanted, one of them took and produced a son.
Gotta love our fertility clinic.
I went to a chiropractor today for the first time ever. I searched for one in my insurance directory and came across one who was located a block away from work.
I went during lunch.
She has a small office and no secretary.
There were no other patients.
I started to wonder.
She was also a bit off, but aren’t we all?
She did some sort of ultrasound on my back and pushed and pulled on me and determined that I have some sort of slipped something or other in my neck that is pretty bad.
I left there feeling MUCH better.
I have another appointment this week. I always knew my back was not aligned and funky. Now I have the proof.
So, we all know that Baby Spohr was born on Friday. I sat and cried when I heard. I needed for this to go right. I needed this for Heather and Mike. Heather and I are sort of intertwined by fate. We both had the same type of pregnancies with our firsts, at the same exact time. Hell we would even watch the same episodes of Fresh Prince sitting in our respective hospital beds across the U.S. Our girls were born 2 days a part. They were preemies. A few months after my girls were born, Heather found my blog and emailed me. We call one another soul sisters…. and always say that our girls were intertwined somehow.
When Maddie passed, it was personal. I always saw her as an extension of my girls. I always had fun sending her things. She was so animated. And then she was gone. And it broke me. And then Heather told me she was pregnant when she was 8 weeks along. And I screamed.
I kind of knew it was going to happen, because I had a dream.
I can’t wait to love on Annabel.
I came into work today and there was a voicemail from my cousin. This cousin.
My partner in crime.
She has been married since March of 2007, and has been trying to get pregnant ever since.
I am over the moon.
She told me she’s thinking of the name Anna for a girl.
Two important Anna’s in my life.
2010 is kicking ass so far.
Ever been to a chiropractor before? I’ve heard some horror stories. If so- please share.