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.

These kids just crack me up.

Linus

Each Sunrise is a Fresh Start

I'm hoping, praying that a two year old battle is coming to an end. Praying to God to guide the doctor's hands and to allow me to awake renewed and refreshed, with a bounce in my step and lightness in my soul that I have too long been missing. Where my first thoughts of the day will be of thanks and gratitude and not the insufferable pounding of my head. That I will inhale deeply and consume myself with the sweet scents of my children's hair, sautéed garlic, freshly laundered sheets and coffee. Oh my dear sweet coffee...
Thank you God for guiding my path and for the support around me. The sun is rising on my new day.
Hubby's role for the next 10 days is that of a super hero.

Uncle Steve

Avery: Mommy this egg is for Uncle Steve?
Me: That's so sweet...Oh, but we wrote "Mommy" on that egg, isn't that egg for Mommy?
Avery: No. It's for Uncle Steve.
Me: So you want to give Uncle Steve an egg that says Mommy for Easter?
Avery: Yes.

Works for me.

Light saber sword swinging, leg warmer wearing, brand new big girl Minnie Mouse undies. 7am in the Gabat house.

Boo is 1

My li'l man you are 1. It has been an amazing year that has literally flown by. You are sweet, smiley and lady savvy. You steal the hearts of everyone you meet and fill my day with smiles and laughter.
You are curious and highly food jealous. You are a pro cruiser and taking more steps everyday. We spend our days playing peek a boo, giving one another five, blowing kisses and throwing balls.
You don't have any teeth!!! Seriously, not one tooth.
I can't remember what life was like before you joined our family. You fill my heart with joy and you are just so freakin loved. Happy birthday Brenner!!!

Today I make a change. I mean really make a change. I can feel it. It's in my bones, in my soul. I breathe it in. Today is the day.

Face painting is fun

Is this what bedtime looks like in your house??