So, I had surgery the other day...

Hey, all :)

I'm happy (and thankful) to report that I'm on the mend after Thursday's surgery. It was fairly minor... but surgery is surgery, I'd guess. Not pleasant. But, I'm glad to have it done. My kidney stone was larger than the x-ray had indicated because much of the outer most layers were soft and didn't show up. It turned out to be just slightly smaller than a golf ball.

A golf ball.

Craziness.

So, I'm resting. And resting. And resting.

I went downstairs today for the first time since Friday night. I can't seem to be comfortable for long anywhere else but propped up in my bed. But, really, even when I'm uncomfortable... it's not bad at all. I think of all the major surgeries my poor mom has gone through. This is nothing in comparison.

Since I'm sitting here staring out the window, I might as well post something, right? I took my camera into bathtime with Baby the other night. I miss her. I've read her a few books, snuggled her some, but she's kind of in a bouncey, rough stage. I can't have her on my lap for long. And it will probably be weeks before I can give her a bath, again. So, I'll share those photos and we'll all smile at her squishy cuteness together :)

Sweet baby girl.

I'm seeing the children, of course. And definitely hearing them. It's just not... normal. Yet. And it's weird to not be in a position to take care of your own family. To have your husband take care of you. Strange.

I've been more emotional that I thought I would be... I'm always analytical and reflective, but I didn't really expect to cry. But I've just been missing normal... but being thankful that normal is there to get back to. Lots and lots of thankfulness.

Finally, today I just had Punkin and Dude come sit on my bed and cut out paper hearts with me. Just to do something motherly with them. I think that was good for us all. And we'll make a cute garland for the kitchen out of them. I like that.

And baby just sat here beside me for a while tearing up toilet paper and trying to stuff it in my mouth. Which cracked me up completely. Sam walked in to see shredded toilet paper on the bed and just shook his head at me.

Deep down he loves my gypsy ways :)

I don't think we'll be away from normal all that long. I already feel so much better than I did Friday night. I'm hoping to be able to be with the children alone by the weekend. Until then, my sister and mom are helping. Friends from church are bringing dinners. I couldn't be more supported or feel more loved.

It's very humbling... in a good way.

Sam and I are about to snuggle up together and watch a couple of episodes of Downton Abbey. We're behind and trying to catch up. Please, do NOT tell me about last night's episode! I had to block a good friend's Facebook post today for fear of reading too much. I know it was something shocking, though.

Eep!

I love shocking.