Sleeping seems to be my biggest challenge. I woke in the middle of the night to the jabbing in my lungs feeling again. I could hardly breathe and knew I could not sleep in bed any longer, so from then on its been sleeping in the recliner. I can’t get used to that and wake all hours. I have really been able to do quite a bit and have my energy too. I have to be careful not to overdue. The drains are the worst, and I will not be comfortable until they are gone. Mark has been a tremendous help. He has helped in every way possible. He is kind of like a kid though, you have to tell him exactly what and how to do things. He has been very caring and sympathetic.
The kids all returned from the weekend away this afternoon to celebrate Luke turning 3. I made a small cake last weekend and froze it. We had Luke in his Mickey Mouse gear, the Grandparents came for cake and ice cream, and he opened our gifts. Deep down, I wish I was going through another baby delivery recovery rather than this type of surgery. I am blessed to have three healthy children and today we remembered Luke’s arrival. He was a big 8lb. bouncing baby boy. It makes me sad, knowing my last baby isn’t a baby anymore. He is a lively, busy, silly, cuddly, curious, happy, fun, photogenic boy we love and adore.
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