I thought I’d check on the ol’ blog and see how y’all are doing.
Darren has shown me bits and pieces but I’ve now read most of it I think. The boy can write. Who knew! xx
It has been the longest week of my life. Far tougher than giving birth – I’d have taken 48 hours of labour every day and twice on Sundays. I’ve had to face some of my big fears and there was a 24 hour period on Saturday/Sunday when things felt grim. The sleep deprivation (never more than 10-15 minutes at a stretch and 1-2 hours per night) and god-awful fentanyl were getting to me.
But this morning I taught myself to drink from a straw after yesterday’s baptism of eating with syringes. (Yes, it looks and feels as strange as it sounds.) I showered all by myself, with the nurse only wheeling me in and out and helping me with the robe. (I still have this broken leg that is non-weight bearing for six weeks.) Then I was disconnected from the machines so I walked up and down the corridor all by myself with my swanky walker.
So that’s just a little hello. I’ll be back soon.