I should have listened.

Day 10 I went to the doc and had my last drain removed (YAY!). The only bandage I have left is where that drain was pulled out. I'll post pics soon...haven't gotten around to it yet because! Day 10 is also the day I moved home. (YAY! and YIKES!).

All of the advice I read online was to allow yourself two weeks. Stay away from work for two weeks. HA! Two weeks? What happens when your life is your work? That would be an incredibly long time to be away from the kids. I've left them for four nights before, that's the longest in a row. On day 9 I was home for a couple hours with Chris and the kids, it was awesome. Oliver saw me and RAN into my arms, wrapped his arms around my neck and couldn't stop saying "Mommy!" We played, I sat in the sun, some neighbors came over to chat and I ended up in their living rooms, it was wonderful. I helped with bedtime and left. It was easy. There was minimal screaming when I helped Oliver to bed and then none with Austin. My fabulous MIL came back down from WY to help for a couple of days (thank goodness! I would have really lost it if it wasn't for her!). I went back to my parents, had some good rest and slept in.

Monday, after the doc's appt. I headed home. Something had snapped in the kids when they woke that morning and I wasn't there. We had talked about it, but their understanding for me being away had run out. They glued themselves to my legs and would not let go. It was Austin's last day of pre-school and I left him screaming. I had a work event that evening and both of them stood with their faces smooshed against the glass screaming. They will not let my MIL help if I am around, and if she does anyway, they scream. Tues. has brought more of the same. Oliver wants to be picked up and carried (the nerve of a 22 month old), my back is sore, my belly hurts, my fuse is short and their energy is endless.

Life continues on. I felt like I could handle it, I've been feeling so GOOD. I was down to basically no pain, some discomfort when lying down, or rolling from side to side. Tonight I'll most likely be back to sleeping on the couch in an inclined position, my belly just does not want to be stretched or pulled on any more today. I fooled myself. I should have planned to be away for two weeks. There is no way I could leave again right now as I don't like thinking of the boys missing me (not to mention, I think they would be total screamers for anybody who tried to care for them!), and up until I came home, they were fine. Austin was able to understand when I was coming home, and he was good at visiting me over at the other house, however, when I came home for the visit, he wanted me here.  It's hard to feel pretty dang sore, a little scared that you are messing up a good surgery recovery, and know that it had been so easy two days before.

So, I'm home. It is what it is and it will get easier. My belly will heal, my patience will return, the boys will settle down and summer will be beautiful...I'm guessing in about two weeks.