Life Goes On

I survived my first week alone. I'm not gonna lie, it was rough. I hate taking medicine and I had quit my pain pills last Sunday. I figured if I could feel the pain I wouldn't overdue it. I still did to much. Each evening my husband would come home to a distraught wife laying on the couch. Can I still say I am not a crier? Because I cried every day this week. I hate criers. The boys were awesome, totally awesome. It was me I was upset with. I can't do the things I want to do without pain. I know I had surgery and it takes time, yet I am not a patient person. Thursday was my favorite day because I had a friend show up and take the boys for lunch at Burger King and to play at her house for the afternoon. She was my angel for the week. I needed her and I hate asking for help, yet there she was. I was able to sleep when the baby slept and take it easy. It made for the best evening with the family since my ordeal. I have a wonderful support group who is bringing meals each evening and they are life savers. It is one less thing I have to get up and do. I love my church family so.

Thankfully Saturday was a turning point. Maybe because I had my husband full time again and I could get the rest I needed, but I was feeling stronger. This new family of five even went to church together for the first time today. It was overwhelming, but felt good. Here are the boys right before we left. Cooper was very excited we were all going. He is a creature of habit and was glad to see his Mommy going with the routine. Wyatt was excited to be getting a piece of gum for giving his best smile:~) Abram was a great baby who slept through the entire service only to wake long enough to take his bottle. Can you even believe we even went to Mazzio's after church too?! We are all about the routine.

I feel good about the upcoming week alone. I promised my Mom I would not do to much. I've aged her and I think she needs to see me to get that peace of mind that I will be okay. She had to leave when I was still down and out and it is hard to see her little girl like that. Those two weeks after Abram came she was more than an angel, she was a lifesaver. I can never express how much she means to me in my time of need. She didn't come to the hospital during my time, not by her own choice. She became me at home and it was where I needed her the most. It is scary how much alike we are and it made my time away from my children just a little easier knowing she was there. When I was able to be home I could rest and not worry what was going on. She had it under control, even when she was beyond exhaustion. Mom, I cannot thank you enough for all that you did for me. I love you muches!!!!! I promise I will not try to scare you that much again!