…That. And the patch. That’s all I have in common with a Pirate’s life. What a joke. I can’t believe I have Bell’s Palsy. I woke up on Wednesday morning and struggled to put on my eye shadow before realizing the struggle stemmed from the inability to shut my eye. Within an hour, the discovery of the paralysis of the right side of my face was sinking in. I couldn’t eat or drink. I couldn’t taste. I couldn’t smile or blink. My eyebrow was drooping. Chris looked up some stuff on WebMD and took me to the ER. They suspected Bell’s Palsy but had to rule out a stroke and some other things with a CT Scan and MRI. It was a long day. Around 3:30 pm they gave us the diagnosis and could tell us very little more. No one really knows why you get it. No one really knows how long you have it. They gave me some steroids and anti-viral meds to take and told me to protect my eye. Now it’s just something I have to deal with until….no one knows. A couple weeks? A couple months? Forever? :( It’s hard not to get down about it.
Greta turned two weeks old yesterday and she has already figured out that mortality can be rough and her parents are gonna worry about her. She has had pink eye and and upper respiratory infection and has been the doctor twice for some severe vomiting. However, she is well above her birth weight (she’s already 8 lbs!) and the doctor said she has some reflux that she’ll grow out of. Poor little girl. Chris is helping me eat extra clean to try to help her enjoy mealtime. She is a good baby. I know every parent says that. It’s true. She is very chill and rarely cries. In fact, I am sure I have cried more in the past two weeks.
Chris’s mom came and stayed with us when we got home from the hospital and last week my mom was with us. Moms….*sigh* I hope I can be half the woman my Moms are. They cooked, they shopped, they cleaned, they held Greta and let us rest. Wonder women. I am so grateful for them.
I am also in awe of my husband who doesn’t think twice about volunteering to do laundry and cook and rock our little girl to sleep. He doesn’t even care that I can only give lopsided kisses and might drool while eating. He doesn’t care that I can’t wear make-up and most of the time smell like baby puke–he is so supportive and so loving toward me. I have the greatest husband and such a special little family. I am so in love.