Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Bad mom?





Since I had surgery in late October life has changed. I have been tired and really not able to do the things that once were part of my day. I have told patients myself after surgery that rest is the best medicine but having to tell yourself and listen is HARD.

I am thankful for the many friends and family that have either made us dinner, had us over for dinner, sent cards, sent flowers, came to our home to clean and to those of you for your prayers. I am most thankful to my husband for everything from doing my dressing changes to doing the dishes, he is truly amazing and in my opinion could make a good nurse!

I am also thankful to my children, for their patience and compassion. Carliegh and Maddy really stepped up to the plate and pitched in where they could and really attended to my every need. They didn't fight AS much as usual which stole my heart!
I felt really BAD for our youngest. Before surgery when I had days off you would find us doing crafts, baking cookies, reading books and so on. AFTER surgery I did alot of "holding down the couch" while she played quietly or watched TV. She would tell people that her job was to look after me and she really did. She would get me water, cover me with a blanket and rub me. I felt terrible that I was not capable of doing "our" special things together.

One morning not too long after surgery I decided that she would have a good day! I made cupcakes and let her decorate with what ever her little heart desired. I didn't care if she made a mess. I didn't care when I would be able to clean it up. I didn't care how much icing went on the cupcakes and how much went in her mouth- ALL that mattered was her having a good day!

At the end of the day EVERYBODY won... Peyton made beautiful cupcakes and was as proud as punch showing them to everybody, I was able to feel like a "good" mom, and Trent and the girls were thrilled to have cupcakes with gobs of icing!

Halloween



This Halloween I found myself begging my Doctors to go home... I had major surgery on the 29th of October and was to be in the Hospital for at least 4 days. The thought of me not being there to see the girls in their costumes made me crazy. After much persuading I was able to convince the surgeon that I would take it easy and follow his directions. Trent came to pick me up and I was able to watch them get ready and leave the house with big smiles ready to trick or treat!

PS. We don't have pictures of our oldest because she is apparently at the age where trick or treating isn't a family thing and she chose to go with her friends after school.