I used to never cry. Like ever. I even laughed at my mom when she cried over commercials, movies or sad stories. I was NEVER going to be like that. And now...I cry at everything it seems (sorry mom).
I cried because the doctor's office of my surgeon said my insurance won't approve my surgery without a referral from my primary care doctor (I have a HMO plan) and I needed to get it like yesterday (the day this happened). I spent hours on the phone calling, begging and annoying people to make this work. It ended up working out, but not before I shed some tears.
I cried because my girls are teething (molars) and have been waking up at 3:30 am every morning and I am so exhausted, I can't take it anymore.
I cried at Grey's Anatomy last week (I was a week behind) when the older gentleman was apologizing to Meredith for beating her up after his seizure. It brought back memories of when my friend April was in the hospital after being t-boned and having her mouth wired shut, a tracheotomy and plastic surgery to fix her shattered face. That episodes injuries hit way too close to home (injuries not the beating).
I cried in my work bathroom after my interview for a promotion at work this last week. I blew the first question of the interview and finally settled down for the rest of it. I think I nailed the rest, but first impressions are lasting. I have been wanting and needing (pay raise for this twin mom please) this promotion. I want to further my career and I hope I didn't blow my opportunity. The promotions don't come along very often.
I cried because I had the worst food poisoning and I couldn't eat anything during Super Bowl.
I cry every time I hear Mike and the Mechanics The Living Years because it reminds me of my grandfathers passing. (Yes that dates me)
I cried when Sutton headbutted me and my lip started bleeding.
I cried when I thought about what we have been through the last year. My traumatic birth of the girls, their NICU stay, breastfeeding woes and my breast abscess. So much has changed and I am beyond blessed to have them, but time is flying and I want to cherish it all and take it all in. And maybe heal the wounds from their birth (physically and mentally).
I cried when trying on bikinis last weekend. Goodbye sweets, hello gym fanatic.
I cried because a co-worker was giving me a hard time that my twins are not walking yet. He said his kids walked at 10 and 11 months (not twins) and my girls were behind and I needed to get them checked out. I felt really awful over it. My girls were progressing so fast and then they got sick and they regressed during that. Ugh.
I cried when I got my IV for my Cat Scan last week. I never get upset when it comes to needles (I donate blood). I just look away and don't really care. But the pain that came with my IV last week was awful. Once he stuck the needle in, it felt like he kept pushing it in further and further. Dang, it hurt and I cried a bit.