Upon returning, I finally went back to the doctor to have a surgeon check out my umbilical hernia. One of the many badges of motherhood, I guess, except in this case, the surgeon was concerned that I would be in trouble if I didn't get it repaired. So, come last week...well, it's Saturday, so a week and half ago? In I went for surgery. Having never had a single surgery before, I was a little frightened. But, all thankfully went well. Waking up was painful and not the least bit untrippy. It's so strange to lose a chunk of your life like that. My surgery was outpatient, so after some pain-killer induced sleep in the recovery room, and some very interesting dreams, (no I won't share them, and no they aren't THAT kind of dream! Shame on you!) we were off to our house. Recovery has been slow and it's so hard to hold myself back every day. I'm afraid to push to hard and injure myself, but as any of you moms know, it's hard to be down for the count when you care for two littles.
My parents and friends have shown up to the task and really offered help in the form of meals and support and hands to babysit and hold the baby. It's been the ultimate exercise in humility. It can be so hard to rely on others for what you need, and yet I imagine that it's what we really need to do with life. Serve others, and allow them to serve us. Sometimes it's harder to allow the serving than to do it. I've also had great opportunity to "offer up" my pain. It's a learning curve to figure out how to nurse an older infant without causing pain to yourself. It can be quite the task to keep a three year old from jumping on his mama in his unbridled enthusiasm. Once my son started running, I've referred to him as the golden retriever puppy due to his great joy in experiencing life and the cute rambunctiousness. :) I am completely grateful for all of the help and love that has poured my way. Our community of family and friends are nothing short of miraculous.
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