I’ve been in here a week. Well, around 6 tonight it’ll be a week. I went to the ER about 8:30 am this time last week.
It’s been a strange week. I’ve missed my boys so much. I’ve only seen them once. I just want to cry and scream how unfair life is.
Then I stop. I cry just a little and realize that NO, life is not being unfair. Life is still wonderful.
I’m alive, despite having a blood clot in my lung. I’ve never noticed any pain from this dislocated hip that I apparently have and there is no certainty that the intense back pain was a result of the rods being broken. We don’t know when that happened.
I’m not 100% better by any means. I still don’t know when I’m going home, but I can not and will not let this get me down.
I’m grateful to have found an AMAZING new friend who is baby sitting Nathan so he can stay with me and continue to breastfeed. Daddy is staying with us too, but with Bobbi here Dad can work and still be here for new reports. Thank you, Dances with Chaos, for sharing your friend with me, I instantly saw how amazing she is and why you adore her so much.
I guess there is not much else to say. I’ve come close to really feeling sorry for myself and can see how people slip into depression so easily. Last night I cried a few tears because I wanted ALL my babies here. ALL.
No, I take that back. I wanted to be HOME with all my babies.
This morning I woke up feeling better then I had. Still in pain but with a better outlook. I guess I needed those tears.
The doctors have been absolutely amazing and my day nurses have been very caring. All my techs have been easy going and polite.
The night time staff? Well that is another post entirely. You’ll just have to wait.
I am, however sporting my fun, stylin’ mom hospital gown from Annie and Isabel. I have the “Susan”. It’s comfy and makes me feel like myself; and not like a room number.
Picture of cute hospital gown coming.