So, I have been discharged and am safely snuggled in my own bed.
I can’t say I’m 100% comfortable but I have 19/20 Percocet pills left (which I am only taking before attempting a stretch of sleep) and Motrin, which appears to simply be extra strong ibuprofen, so we have that too.
The kids were thrilled to see me 😊 well #1 Son has been asking what he can do to help me 💕💕 (I’ve told him that helping Nanny is best).
The beam I got from TT was worth it, though she soon stopped speaking to me when she realised I can’t pick her up.
Unimpressed toddler is unimpressed.
Today (Wednesday) marked 100 days at school for the year for #1 Son, which is apparently a thing to celebrate over here, so they were to go into school looking 100.
The facial expression seems apt, even though it was based on “not wanting to go to school because he wanted mommy”
Oh, and that TT had dared to start eating breakfast before him…
He wanted to visit today, but it was snowing heavily, an early release from school day, and I was being discharged anyway, so daddy distracted him with The Lego Batman Movie and brought me home.
Tackling those stairs was not fun, so I will not be booking my follow up early. (I need to see Dr. Witkowski on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week).
The cat has been the one to jump on my belly, and appears most affronted that she got almost flung across the room for that cuddle attempt.
I’m going to go to sleep now, adieu dear audience.