So last night I was thinking about my scar…the baby one, at this point in time I am still dealing with the traumas of Isaacs delivery and the scar is a reminder every time I see it, it brings my mood down and makes me look back over what happened to both of us, obviously this pretty much ruins my mood.
It started as a big, angry, raised, pink scar, now its more of a thin white line. It got me to thinking that maybe I should be trying to think of my scar as my silver lining instead of this hideous reminder.
So, I need to change the way I think about my scar…how? A bit like Pavlovs dogs I guess. I need to start associating my scar with positive memories. I should try to look at my scar and think about how lucky I am to have such a wonderful little boy, I really am very lucky.
Every day I’m going to look at my scar and think about some way in which it has made my life better….something that Isaac has done to make my life better. I’m going to look at my scar and think “No scar no Isaac” and I know which way I would rather have my life.
So, day 1, My scar made me happy today because if I didn’t have it Isaac would not be running around in a T-shirt, nappy and wellie boots.
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