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Posted By: Kimmie
Wednesday February 17, 2010 - 2:02 PM
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January 23rd started off being a good day. Greg's man-crush, Brian, and I had planned an impromptu birthday party for Greg - a little something different than our typical Wii parties. This year we were going to Horizon Fun F/X for some roller skating and then Plum Garden for a hibachi dinner. It seemed to be a great arrangement for those friends who could do one activity but not the other.
So everything was going according to plan and we were having a great time. About 30 minutes before we were supposed to pack up to leave Horizon, I decided to hand off Emily and take my turn around the rink. That's when we went from these pictures...
To these pictures...
I fractured my tibia and fibula, chipped an ankle bone, and had a hairline fracture in my ankle. After having surgery on Sunday the 24th (Happy Birthday Greg), I was in the hospital until Tuesday the 26th. I insisted on having pain meds that worked for me before I left. I tell ya, delivering a baby has nothing on breaking your leg. At least labor and delivery has an end in sight and a beautiful reward for all of your hard work.
My mom was able to fly home Sunday, stay with me at the hospital and help around the house for a week. That was a huge help since we had to figure out how to function with my new disability. She also helped push me to be independent because it's quite depressing to go from Miss. Independent-Control-Freak to Miss. Broken-Leg-Dependent-with-a-7-Week-Old-and-a-3-1/2-Year-Old-Freak. But with her help I realized I can do things.
The interesting part was seeing my mom in "mommy-mode". The pre-mom me would've been thinking "mom, you're insane for wanting to hook me up to my breast pump while I'm doped up, or rubbing lip balm on my lips or staying up with me all night since they wouldn't let you sleep in my room" but the mommy in me knows how you would do anything for your baby. I've been there with a 4 day old in the hospital when there's doctors poking and prodding at your baby not knowing what's wrong and how much it kills you to see your baby cry. It was endearing to me to see that she would do the same thing I would; and not just say she would, but actually do it. I guess that's the silver lining around this cloud. As if I didn't love my mommy more than anything before, this just made me love and respect her even more if that's even possible.
We've also had help from people we work with, our friends and our family. The help from everyone has been very overwhelming, in a good way of course. I don't think I could ever repay everyone for all of their kind words, visits, dinners, gifts, and well wishes. It's nice to know you have such support and how much people care.
And of course my list of appreciations wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Greg. My friend, my rock, my partner. He has such support and patience, runs all over this house to make sure things are just so to keep me happy and hasn't complained even once.
Maybe that's what this whole adventure has been about. I've been struggling to find the lesson in this life experience. Maybe I need to slow down a little...maybe I need to take more time for myself...maybe I need to enjoy my family more. Nothing seemed to make sense. I thought I was already there. But after all this reflection, I wonder if it's all about appreciating what's outside of our family. I've always focused on what's important for our family within these four walls (a little closed-minded perhaps?). Maybe I need to start helping others outside of these four walls and caring for them as much as I care about my own family. Hmmm...There's something to ponder during mid-night feedings.
So now after 3 1/2 weeks life feels like it's finally starting to get back to normal. I'm getting around pretty good, making dinner and doing laundry. I can take care of the girls by myself while Greg is at work. I just had to figure out a new way to do things. If anything, this whole experience has taught me that I can handle anything. And if you've stuck with me through this whole blog, a rambling documentation of these past three weeks, then thanks for listening. It's been an interesting ride. And after all this excitement, it's good to know that I'm ok. I survived. WE survived. And we're ok.
So everything was going according to plan and we were having a great time. About 30 minutes before we were supposed to pack up to leave Horizon, I decided to hand off Emily and take my turn around the rink. That's when we went from these pictures...
To these pictures...
I fractured my tibia and fibula, chipped an ankle bone, and had a hairline fracture in my ankle. After having surgery on Sunday the 24th (Happy Birthday Greg), I was in the hospital until Tuesday the 26th. I insisted on having pain meds that worked for me before I left. I tell ya, delivering a baby has nothing on breaking your leg. At least labor and delivery has an end in sight and a beautiful reward for all of your hard work.
My mom was able to fly home Sunday, stay with me at the hospital and help around the house for a week. That was a huge help since we had to figure out how to function with my new disability. She also helped push me to be independent because it's quite depressing to go from Miss. Independent-Control-Freak to Miss. Broken-Leg-Dependent-with-a-7-Week-Old-and-a-3-1/2-Year-Old-Freak. But with her help I realized I can do things.
The interesting part was seeing my mom in "mommy-mode". The pre-mom me would've been thinking "mom, you're insane for wanting to hook me up to my breast pump while I'm doped up, or rubbing lip balm on my lips or staying up with me all night since they wouldn't let you sleep in my room" but the mommy in me knows how you would do anything for your baby. I've been there with a 4 day old in the hospital when there's doctors poking and prodding at your baby not knowing what's wrong and how much it kills you to see your baby cry. It was endearing to me to see that she would do the same thing I would; and not just say she would, but actually do it. I guess that's the silver lining around this cloud. As if I didn't love my mommy more than anything before, this just made me love and respect her even more if that's even possible.
We've also had help from people we work with, our friends and our family. The help from everyone has been very overwhelming, in a good way of course. I don't think I could ever repay everyone for all of their kind words, visits, dinners, gifts, and well wishes. It's nice to know you have such support and how much people care.
And of course my list of appreciations wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Greg. My friend, my rock, my partner. He has such support and patience, runs all over this house to make sure things are just so to keep me happy and hasn't complained even once.
Maybe that's what this whole adventure has been about. I've been struggling to find the lesson in this life experience. Maybe I need to slow down a little...maybe I need to take more time for myself...maybe I need to enjoy my family more. Nothing seemed to make sense. I thought I was already there. But after all this reflection, I wonder if it's all about appreciating what's outside of our family. I've always focused on what's important for our family within these four walls (a little closed-minded perhaps?). Maybe I need to start helping others outside of these four walls and caring for them as much as I care about my own family. Hmmm...There's something to ponder during mid-night feedings.
So now after 3 1/2 weeks life feels like it's finally starting to get back to normal. I'm getting around pretty good, making dinner and doing laundry. I can take care of the girls by myself while Greg is at work. I just had to figure out a new way to do things. If anything, this whole experience has taught me that I can handle anything. And if you've stuck with me through this whole blog, a rambling documentation of these past three weeks, then thanks for listening. It's been an interesting ride. And after all this excitement, it's good to know that I'm ok. I survived. WE survived. And we're ok.
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Tami
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Wed February 17, 2010
4:04 PM
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Great account! I think it's great that you are reflecting & learning from this, what a great perspective. Thanks for sharing that w/others!
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Meredith
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Thu February 18, 2010
3:44 PM
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You know, I actually checked this yesterday a couple hours before you posted, wondering if there was anything I've missed. Should have waited til I got home cuz here I am balling at my desk, thanks alot! Great moms are the best, especially when you've become one and can appreciate another one :)
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