has had its challenges. The first evening home was probably the hardest - I guess I just hadn't thought through it much and didn't know what to expect. Of course there was a lot more activity and noise at home than at the hospital (or "hospibal" as my 3yo calls it). I got to hold my baby soon after sitting down in the living room and she just relaxed in my arm on my good side. It was so good to hold her. My 3 yo just seemed like she didn't know quite what to do. She sat in my lap a little bit but then acted like she didn't want to leave my side, not even to go to the bathroom. I had to reassure her I would be staying home and I would still be sitting there when she was done going to the bathroom. Yesterday, she was back to playing by herself a little more though she is often eager to climb into my lap. We've had to work on that some, so now she comes up to me and asks me to pick her up; this way my operated leg is less likely to get bumped in a painful way. We have read a few stories together though my leg gets tired easily when she's on my lap. We need to just snuggle in bed to read stories. She is also eager to help make my lunch (it was her idea to put a flower in a vase on my lunch tray yesterday). When she is wanting my attention or not sure what she wants to do, I need to be ready with a suggestion or a job for her.
I'm so grateful for everything my husband and sister have been doing to keep things running smoothly while I was away and now that I'm home recovering. My stay at the hospital was peaceful and restful because I knew everything was being taken care of. I should have known though, that as soon as I stepped foot in the door, some of the mom responsibility would instantly come back - there was no way to stop that, and it wouldn't necessarily be on my terms. I guess I just didn't think through what my role would look like as a mom in recovery.
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