Prior to surgery, I was told I wouldn’t be able to lift anything over 20 pounds for the entire 6 weeks. That was every one of my four children. What was I going to do? Colin starting saving vacation days as soon as we thought surgery might be a possibility. He saved so much that he is able to be home for the majority of my recovery. What an incredible blessing.
Jared and Laura volunteered (how amazing are they??) to come all the way out from Boston and help for the first week and a half. We could not have survived without them. They did everything and were so gracious. Plus our kids got some cousin time, which was invaluable.
It has been ridiculously hard to just sit and watch life roll by. The chaos of my household wails on while my butt is planted on our comfortable but ugly couch. I know it’s what I need to do to heal, but that doesn’t make it any easier. But I’ve read a few really good books and caught up on this blog, so I guess there’s something to be said for being relieved of everyday duties.
Not being able to hold my kids is just sad. Maddie asks me everyday if I’m all better yet. I try to hold them in an awkward lean, their feet on the cushion next to me as their arms wrap around my neck. I miss snuggling them on my lap.
Friends from church stepped in and have provided huge support. Dinners, rides for Warren to and from school, picking up Maddie for a fun outing during the day, letting Warren come over to play for a few hours…. the list of people and the service rendered is too long to name here. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. A special thanks to Lyndsi for arranging most of it.
I’m so grateful for family and friends who have expressed their love and well-wishes over the past few weeks. Their support has really strengthened me. I haven’t had too many moments of feeling down, but when they’ve come I’ve leaned on these people that I know care deeply. It’s meant the world.