Saturday was my release date from the hospital, which was somewhat of a scary reality for me. Part of me wanted to stay there forever, it was so safe and cozy. The staff was beyond wonderful, helpful, and amazing. Since being home I've found the same in my lovely Kelly. I continue to refall in love with this man for his ability to be the most wonderful partner in this chaotic and surreal journey. My first night home I was overwhelmed with feelings of being useless and scared things would never feel 'normal' again. Restrictions set on me by my doctor to not lift anything greater than 10 lbs., go on a walk, clean my house, water my flowers and other everyday activities became so unbearable that I just wept. Then the thought that I was even feeling such emotions made me cry more. That's when Kelly steps in and reminds me of what we just went through. He reminds me how intense these past 5 days were and to just 'slow down'. He reminds me that we have this new little miracle home with us to focus on and that is my job, he will take care of the rest. It all seems like too much sometimes, how can he possibly do this all on his own? Somehow he feeds me, cleans up after me and Brinnon, changes EVERY diaper, reminds me to take my pain meds, does the laundry, dishes and keeps the house going without muttering a word about any of it. It is moments like these that I remember I have the best partner alive and Brinnon and I are two lucky ladies. We both thank you, Daddy, with all of our hearts!
Sorry all the contenders out there but we have a new undisputed cute champion.
Judged by Dad.
