Of good cheer

The ceiling of the hospital infusion center is festooned with cheery scenes of blue sky and cherry blossoms in bloom. It is a faux pastoral collage designed to take our minds off the pain.
I sit dutifully after the nurse had to try eight times to find a vein that isn’t shot to shingles so she can run my IV.
Attempt number nine is successful and I wait while the “banana bag” of saline and vitamins drips…precious fluids that will hopefully keep me and my unborn child healthy.
This is how pregnancy has been for me.
A daily and weekly balance of vital medical treatments, caring for our toddler, and trying to balance a fast paced job covering federal policy and politics.
Some days are easier than others.
Some days I feel well enough to turn several stories and then give my daughter several turns on the swings or slide after work.
Other days I am left doubled over in pain in bed, dry heaving, and dehydrated.
On those days I thank God for my stalwart husband’s efforts to care for me and our daughter while working a full time job.
I am thankful for the kind friends who see me struggling and offer to sit for our daughter.
I am thankful that we are back in our home after Hurricane Sandy and the ceilings I stare up at during bedrest are our own and freshly painted.
Today is one of the rough days and I’m feeling sick, weak, tired, and bummed. But I know I’m lucky when I look over and see the chemo patient getting his transfusion.
He too is in pain, but we manage to flash each other encouraging, genuinely cheery smiles during our treatments.



About domesticpolichick

My life is a crazy jumble of sitcom-level domestic hijinks and fast-paced political reporting in the nation's capital. Breastfeeding while doing a phone interview with a senator...yep, I've done it and no, I won't reveal the name. Toddler calling a member of Congress on the cell..yeah, that really did happen. Pregnant in high heels on Capitol Hill trying to chase down a particularly grumpy senator, yeah...that was nuts. But what can I say? I'm just one domestic polichick trying to figure out the work-life balance.
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