When I was about 14 years old, I was diagnosed with Thoracic Outlet Syndrome (TOS), a condition wherein excessive pressure is placed on a bundle of nerves that pass into the arm from the neck causing pain and weakness in the arm.
I was a fast pitch softball pitcher and first noticed symptoms of TOS after pitching at an all day tournament. My arm swelled to the point that I could not bend my wrist, and although it's my favorite color, it turned a very unpleasant shade of purple.
My parents took me to a specialist at Johns Hopkins Hospital, but little was known about TOS or its treatment at the time. They simply told me to remedy the situation by quitting sports. I played softball for another year after that, relinquishing the position of pitcher and taking on second base so I wouldn't have as much strain on my arm, but eventually I gave up softball all together.
Three years ago, my younger sister found she had the same problem while playing softball in high school. Unfortunatel…
A lot has happened in the three years since I regularly kept up with my blog. A lot. My love for fitness, nutrition and CrossFit lead me down the path to training and sharing that love with others. After about a year of training, I decided I wanted even more out of life. My husband and I happily added a new member to our family one year ago today. I had a healthy, relatively uneventful pregnancy (and continued to workout and eat healthy through the entirety of it) and my labor was everything I wanted it to be. As others around me struggle to obtain their own pregnancy and labor ideals, I realize just how blessed we were and how rare it is that everything should go according to plan, although I was completely unaware of it at the time. Looking back over the last year, I have come to the conclusion that there are certain aspects of parenthood that people do not talk about in polite conversation. Labor being the primary culprit. To commemorate the birth of our son, I want to share my birth s…
Let me hold you one last time.
You were my first.
You have forever changed me.
You made my heart grow.
You will always carry a piece of my heart.
But my heart is about to grow again
and soon there will be two where one once stood.
Every laugh. Every hug. Every kiss.
I cherish these memories we have made,
the stories we read and the secrets we share.
Nobody will ever come between us or replace you.
Our bond will never be broken
but new bonds will be formed;
Me to your brother and you to him, also.
I know your heart will grow, too.
You will lead your brother, your confidant, your friend.
You will teach him. You will guide him.
You will always be there for him
and he will be there for you.
He will love you. He will look up to you.
You will be his hero in so many ways
because you were the first.
Our family of three will become a family of four.
Remember that your father and I will always love you.
You were our first.