Recovery

So far I am already convinced that my surgery was a huge success. My husband laughed because I really struggled with my wake up from the anesthesia, I didn't open my eyes, barely spoke and threw up for 4 hours. In the midst of my misery I managed to tell him that my forehead felt better. This dismayed him! I'm miserable yet better, "WTHeck?!"
But it was true. The morning after my surgery my head still hurt but this new pain was nothing compared to what I have woken up with every morning for the last year. My surgeon is the man!
Don't misunderstand, recovery blows. I can't pick up my kids for 10 days and I am bedridden. I tried to microwave some mashed potatoes earlier and it resulted in a nose bleed. I'm layed up in bed, missing my kids and rudely aware of the stint in my nose. In spite of it all, I am ridiculously optimistic.
It's been a battle. A true battle. But God guided my path and I see the light.
Hold still. Heal. Breathe. I will breathe again.
My hubby deserves a medal. He handled my care the first 48 hours and now tackles the new challenge of caring for me and the kiddos. He is doing it with a smile on his face and a selfless willingness.
My mom took on my newly potty trained daughter and my teething son and gave me the quiet I would need. Incredible support surrounds me.


Hold still. Heal. Breathe again.
The sun is rising on my new day.


Side note: If I'm rambling and not making any sense at all, blame the pain pills.

Side note 2: Little Bettie has been by my side for the last 2 days, too cute.

Side note 3: Daytime TV is lame.