We stayed in the hospital for four days and it was needed. Abdominal surgery is no joke. They kept in the epidural from Friday morning until Sunday morning and boy did I miss it. I really thought, "Oh, this isn't so bad." until they took it out. Then I was really feeling it. I'm on pain medication now, but I'm already not taking as much as I could, so that's a good sign.
Isaac came to visit us each day. I was worried about him seeing me in the hospital bed. My mom prepped him with pictures of what a hospital looks like. It turns out we didn't need to worry. He was so impressed with the elevator that that's all he talked about. He now pretends his play tent and a little cabinet are elevators. He says, "Ding, third floor." Too funny.
|On our way home from the hospital|
My mother went home Saturday after helping us out for 10 days. Thank you Mom! She played with Isaac and kept up the house. Seriously I don't think we'd have clean clothes or dishes without her.
Isaac has also been very good about me not being able to pick him up. He's adjusted to Alex putting him to bed and getting him out. I have to remind Isaac that my belly is healing, but he seems fine when I say I can't pick him up.
Isaac is also doing very well with his language progression. He is applying language rules and quickly finding that English has a lot of irregular verbs. Poor kid. English is hard. For example, he will say, "Isaac catched it." I'll correct him and then he will correct me. There's so much to learn.
I've started taking a few pictures of Asher, but will need to get more. Here are a few.