A New AdditionIt's been awhile since I've posted - months, in fact. And that, in itself, is testament to how well I've been! A lot has happened. The biggest change in our lives is our 10-and-a-half-week-old baby girl, born mid-July. This was not an easy pregnancy (morning sickness, multiple scares that she was going to be born prematurely), but we made it to 36 weeks and 4 days with an overall healthy baby.
The Stomach FluBut when I came down with the stomach flu yesterday, I did not see the mental struggle that I've had today coming. After sleeping for most of 15 hours (I have a very supportive husband), I got up for a bit this morning to give my husband a break. I tried going back to sleep, and that's when things started to go downhill.
I did my morning prayer (I'm still trying to pray only three times per day to combat compulsive behavior) and gave in to asking God for forgiveness compulsively. Again. While this was frustrating, the tears didn't start until I checked Facebook before trying to fall asleep and read a detailed update from a mom with a gravely ill child. I was immediately emotional. I started thinking about other emotional things - my sister moving away, how maybe I hadn't dealt with the last 7-and-a-half weeks of my pregnancy, how the 10-week mark when I crashed after having my last baby just passed on Saturday, how I can't go back to that place again, how my kids are so beautiful...emotion overload. Somewhere in the middle of all of that, I made the decision to get up and take a shower to reset and refocus. And in the shower, I had another obsessive thought (because giving in to compulsions just feeds the OCD wolf). Thankfully I didn't give in to the compulsion to pray this time, but it still made me sad.
Bottom LineToday I'm kind of a mess, and that's okay. I'm having strong emotions and thoughts that I know are part of the OCD. Instead of beating myself up, I need to refocus and relax - show myself some grace. Today, while I'm recovering from the flu, is not the day to figure out my OCD. It's not the time to think through why I'm feeling this way or to focus on those emotional things I was thinking about before.
Instead, I want to laugh. I want to enjoy my kids and husband. And I want to be grateful for all that God has blessed me with - a husband who stayed home from work today to take care of our kids while I recover, a 6-year-old who keeps giving me hugs to help me feel better, a joyful 4-year-old, a 2-year-old who can't have enough books read to her, a newborn baby who is beautiful and healthy. And most of all, a God who sustains and saves me with His grace.