When I moved away from Chicago, I was 8.5 months pregnant with Luca. Returning here, stirred more emotions in both of us that I foresaw. On our travel day, last Tuesday, Luca threw up five times (first time is shown here-look closely). He was fine Wednesday but threw up once Thursday morning and once Fridaymorning. I didn’t know what was going on. Since I didn’t know what was going on, I was anxious every car and train ride, holding a barf bag out in case I’d need it. I’m not a worrier usually, or at least in this context, so it was stressful to be on edge and unsure of what he was going to do.
Fortunately, there’s an AMAZING woman, Tina, that I do ‘stress release sessions’ with on the phone. I called her and she said Luca didn’t have an infection; he had in utero emotional stress affecting him now that we were back in Chicago. It made TOTAL sense because I was heavy-hearted for months before leaving and overwhelmed with being so far along in my pregnancy and moving.
We still have four more days in Chicago. I’ve let go of my expectations of doing everything I’d planned on. I’m doing what I can and enjoying it, rather than worrying about who I’ll miss or what I won’t see. Jeff also helped me realize that we’re blessed to have a ‘home away from home’. Chicago will always be our city and we can come back to it whenever we want. I am going to be easy about our visit. Last week is done and we are lucky to have a few more days to be playful and not work so hard at doing everything. We’ll do what feels good and won’t do what doesn’t feel good.