Blue

Day 3 post cuts in my guts and I am making progress.  I was able to get out of bed by myself. I walked around holding Ellie for a tiny bit.  I took a shower.  I even took a few of my band-aids off.  Granted, I made JG's mom look first and put the new ones on, but still.  I think I may have overdone it though because now I am a hurting unit. 

I spent some of the day today in bed, napping on and off, and reading.  I am trying to just be thankful that I have this time to be still but I'm starting to get ants in my pants.  When I hear Ellie fussing my anxiety goes through the roof and I immediately blame myself for being absent from her typical daily care.  She is really fussy tonight and I can't take it.  I have to get out of bed.  Oh the mind games of motherhood.

So I just got out of bed because I could not listen to my baby squirm any longer.  I sat and held her.  She was happy.  Then she projectile vomited all.stinking.over.my.pants.  Whats the big deal you ask? Well, changing my pants is a big deal.  First of all because I have a select few that do not lie directly on my incision sites. Second of all because it is really hard work to do by myself. 

The pics above are from a few weeks ago on craft night.  Ellie was with Harv and chewing on some blue felt. Good stuff. That blue felt. Hope everyone had a decent Monday.