I tried being Super Mom once...it didn't work. I actually own a superwoman T-shirt. Sometimes I wear it to Isaac's appointments.
It took me awhile to realize that I'm just an ordinary person who just happens to be in an extraordinary situation. Isaac had a few admits last summer with oxygen requirements up to 8-10 liters some nights. He spent 6 weeks in the hospital this past winter for pneumonia and RSV. After almost 3 years on an adrenaline rush it finally caught up with me.
Maybe I thought that God gave me a child with special health care needs because he thought I was so strong. I learned the hard way that he gave me this child so that I would lean on him for strength.
In the fall my counselor asked me what I was doing for myself. I had to think hard about that for a moment. So I started to find balance in my life.
I went out for coffee with a friend, walked the dog, lost 20 pounds. I educated myself on something other than medical stuff. I stopped feeling guilty about making time for myself when a nurse is here.
And I'm a better person, Mom, wife, friend for it.