So tonight’s blog was going to be, “Woohoo! I’m going out! I’m leaving the house! I’m going out on a date night with my husband and get this…we are going DANCING! Something I’ve been dying to do FOREVER. I think the last time I went dancing at a club was four years ago. I bought a super cute new outfit and here is a picture of me in it!”
Well, none of this is happening. Why? Because my back went out. AGAIN.
The first time my back went out was when I was seven months pregnant with Annabel. I was trying to hoist Bean up on the changing table and I just felt “click, click, click” down my lower back and BAM! I was on the floor. I was helpless. My wonderful (amazing, incredible, I could go on and on and on) husband had to CARRY ME to the bedroom. It would have been romantic expect I was SCREAMING IN PAIN. I had to spend a week , mostly in bed, recovering. The worst part? My husband bought me this:
It hurt to take this picture...
It was so helpful, but so depressing. I’m not even forty years old and I’m wobbling around the house with a cane. It was awful. My mother-in-law (God Bless Her) had to come over every day for a week to help me take care of Bean while the hubbie was at work. Everyday I felt a little better until FINALLY I was back to normal (no pun intended – Ha.)
Then it happened again after Annabel was born. We were wandering around some garage sales in our neighborhood when I twisted down to look at a baby swing and BAM! The same exact thing happened. This time, since I wasn’t preggers and carrying around all that extra belly weight, I was only “down for the count” for a couple days. But it was enough to make me schedule an appointment with a physical therapist. She told me to exercise and do back strengthening exercises. That was it. (I was really, really hoping she was going to give me an open ended prescription for some PAIN killers, because back PAIN is just SO PAINFUL, but NO.)
I was given an exercise ball and instructions.
I was REALLY GOOD with those relegated exercises…for about a month. Then, LIFE just got in the way.
Notice ball stuffed in back of closet surrounded by JUNK
I’m a stay-at-home Mom with two kids under the age of three. THAT is my exercise. I was also super careful to always lift Daniel and Annabel with my arm muscles, NOT my back muscles. It’s really hard. There is just so much lifting in and out of car seats, cribs, beds, etc. And just recently I have been leaning over half the day holding onto the hand of a 16 month old who wants to run, but usually just falls.
When I put the kids down for a nap today, I was SO excited to get ready for my night out. I was waiting for the hubbie to come home so I could go out for my pedicure. I had my outfit already hanging in my closet. I went to check on Bean one more time in his new big boy bed. He was still awake so I sat on the edge of the bed to talk him into napping. (Please!) And when I stood up to leave the room..BAM. THE SAME THING HAPPENED. AGAIN. WORST TIMING EVER.
So here I am now, blogging instead of dancing. Boo Hoo. Oh well, everything happens for a reason..right? Someone must think I need to stay home and rest in bed tonight. I really should NOT be out enjoying a wonderful, uninterrupted meal or having some lovely cocktails and conversations with ADULTS or dancing and partying. NONE of that should be happening. Got it. Thanks.
PS: Please comment if you have any back pain solutions, suggestions, good pain killer advice. I could use it. Seriously.
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