Favorite part of today so far:
Holding Lala's hand the whole way while we walked together to get doughnuts from our favorite local shop.
Olivia and I took our little walk together while Bry was getting ready this morning.
Then we brought our spoils back home and had family doughnut time. :)
Daddy - coconut
Lala - chocolate frosting with sprinkles
Mommy - devil's food
I could eat so many.
Bryan scowled and told me not to take pictures of him eating doughnuts.
Deep inside, I didn't care.
I care about his feelings, of course.
But with everything I've been through lately, I care more about remembering the good in each day than I do about putting away the camera.
Olivia loves sprinkles.
Can't get enough of 'em.
She spent most of her time poking at and eating individual sprinkles.
Then she asked for a fork.
Poor, mutilated doughnut.
Then she lost interest.
How someone could lose interest in a doughnut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles I will never know.
That's okay, Lala.
Mommy will help you with that doughnut. :)
I wanted to take a quick minute to say that now, almost a week after surgery and after an entire month spent feeling miserable on the couch, I am finally feeling back to normal.
It's a little emotional for me to talk about it.
I feel more choked up thinking back on the past month and having the gratitude of finally feeling healthy again wash over me than I did about everything that was going on. That's the truth.
Yesterday was the first day in a month that I haven't felt totally miserable at some point during the day.
Today is the first day I've walked as far as the local doughnut shop in a month.
All month long I felt so sick.
One night after surgery as I laid on the couch feeling terrible, hurting every time I moved, and totally shot of all my energy and strength, I felt closer to death than I ever had before in my life. It wasn't that I thought I was about to die. But the thought, "I wonder if this is what it feels like to die?" crossed my mind. And I decided then and there that I'd rather die quickly in some accident than after feeling sick and miserable for a long time. Not that I hope that day will be anytime soon. I hope it'll be a long, long way off.
This past month was hard.
And even though I wrote a funny, cheery post about surgery, recovery was hard.
It was harder than I anticipated. But I decided I'd rather wait until I felt back to normal and update you all then instead of bringing you all along on the crazy roller coaster I was on.
I am still experiencing a little bit of pain in that same weird place where I was having trouble before surgery, but other than that I think it's safe to say that I am back to normal. And I have high hopes that that odd pain will go away soon too.
Today has been such a day of gratitude for me.
I get to stay home with my sweet girl.
I can walk down to the local doughnut shop and back.
I get to hold my little girl's hand and gab with her about doughnuts and all the things we see.
I get to spend time with my husband.
I'm off the couch.
I get to be me again.
I'm so grateful for that.