Motivation

For those of you who are regular readers, I'm sorry for the lack of postings lately.  Along with having hPOTS, I am dealing with some issues in one area of my life right now that have negatively impacted me.  I can sum it up briefly by describing these issues as "mean people".  And I will leave it at that for now other than to say that I haven't felt motivated to write for a while. 

However, I did want to share with you something really really good that has happened, and that is the birth of my beautiful nephew William! 

William has been a strong positive motivation for me to get better and in one of my very few social outings this year, I went up to the hospital to visit him the day he was born.  I was able to get to his room with the help of a wheelchair and my husband who kindly pushed me around in it. 

My first impression of William is that he seems to be a calm and laid back little guy.  He let lots of people hold him and pass him around without much fuss on his very first day of life.  He cried a little when he didn't like something but then he got over what bothered him and just enjoyed laying around wrapped up snugly in a warm blanket. 

I'm going to try and take a cue from him and not spend so much time fussing and worrying about things that aren't worth any time fussing and worrying about.  And maybe I'll keep a warm blanket close at hand during the day.  :-)

Something I am looking forward to

I'm going to be a new aunt in a couple of weeks.  This will be the first grandchild for my parents and my only "blood" nephew (I am lucky enough to have seven awesome nieces and nephews via my husband). 

I am really excited and very much looking forward to meeting him!  In fact, in some weird way, I already feel a connection to him.  Living with POTS can be so depressing.  As I find ways to cope, my nephew has been like this beacon in the dark for me.  He has given me a renewed sense of motivation.  I want to be well so that I can get to know him and I am so happy for my parents who will now have a grandchild. 

I have conversations with him sometimes in my head and I like to think that in some cosmic way, he can hear me.  Even if that is completely implausible and silly, it makes me feel happy to talk with him.  I'm sure I will be his favorite aunt once he really can hear me.  :-)

Wouldn't it be great if babies were the cure for POTS?  :-)