Post-Surgery-kinda-loopy post.

I made it through surgery! Just before going back I went through my standard, "What if I don't make it through? What if I'm paralyzed? What if I can no longer use my left leg? What if I come out of surgery with missing/extra pieces?" Sometimes it amuses Dave, sometimes it doesn't. I got a small smile out of him, at least. Shortly after my rant they came in and gave me the "relaxation" medication. That. Stuff. Is. Fantastic.

The entire thing went well until we were told, AFTERWARD, that I cannot pick up the baby for 3-4 weeks. Um, that's information that would have been useful BEFORE I went into surgery. I have a few friends who came over the first night and spent the night so I could have help my first morning home with the baby after surgery. Today was my second day and Dave set me up in the bedroom with the things I'd need for the baby. We holed up in the bedroom until Dave got home. Thankfully she takes a long morning nap, and I was able to take one right along with her.

Today I sit, leaning to the right, keeping my weight off of my incision. My pain meds are making me a little loopy and slightly nauseous. The kids volley between being uber helpful and pains in the butt; basically just being kids.

Dave, however, has been amazing. I feel awful for everything he's stuck with doing. I hope he realizes that there's really no way I'm going to go 3-4 weeks without picking up the baby, even though the doctor said I should. I don't think I would have consented to the surgery if I knew he'd be stuck with so much responsibility. I feel awful for causing him so much stress. (Outside of the normal stress I cause him, of course.)

I'm going to continue to rest now. The kids are playing old-school video games (Zombies Ate My Neighbors and Super Mario 3) and I'm having fun watching.