How am I doing?? Why??

Over the course of my children’s short lives, after people ask how the boys are doing, it still strikes me as funny that they then ask how I am doing?... Aside from the sleep deprivation thing, I think, ok...wonder why they’re asking. Then, as my husband loves to remind me, the words Major Surgery float from somewhere in the back of my mind. As most of you know, I did have a caesarean section with the birth of the boys due to the positioning of little Carter, aka “Baby A” since they do not try and reposition the babies if there are 2 or more. Not enough room I guess.

Thinking back, it seems like a hundred years ago that I had that surgery, and I have since been recovering very well. It’s been weeks since I’ve worried about how much weight I’ve been carrying around, and I’ve gone for a few very long and pain free walks. I’d heard stories of people not “taking it easy” right after surgery and then their recovery took much longer. I didn’t think that I took it particularly easy, so I was surprised when people talked of such a long time to heal.

Yesterday, I realized why. I just wasn’t pushing myself in the right way to test my recovery yet! With the boys packed up in their car seats, waiting to be taken to the car to go to grandma’s house, I jogged the short distance to the mailbox to send off some bills. I discreetly held an arm over my chest, since everyone wearing a “sleeping bra” (since the pain of a clogged duct was too much for me to risk wearing an underwire or anything remotely tight fitting) knows that those things are not a great replacement for a sports bra. What I should have been concerned about, however, was the stabbing pain in my abdomen. OOWWW!! It’s a day later and I still feel tender and bruised! How lame is that??

So next time someone asks how I’m doing, I suppose I’ll have to say, Alright. But I’ll be better in time. Just as soon as I get a full nights sleep…ten years from now.