Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life. Everything is back to normal. Cullen is back to work, I am working from home this week, the kids are here...I've made breakfast and lunch, caught a cat nap and had to work way harder for a poop than anyone who has just had surgery would want to. Stinkin vicodin!
OH but how I love that stuff. It makes sleeping sooooo much better.
Tomorrow is 2 weeks. All the media stuff was funny because it didn't feel like it was talking about ME. Maybe because of the "anonymity" (SP?!) of it, but I think mostly it's because there is nothing different about me. I don't feel like I only have one kidney. Nothing about how my body runs is any different. My supercool kidney that I still have is swelling and coping and I feel just fine. OUTSTANDING!
The girl that I roomed with in the hospital had a very successful transplant of islet cells and she maybe off of insulin completely within 5-6 months. Can you imagine being diabetic for 30 years and then not needing insulin? How incredible! The things we can do medically just astound me.
We took our daycare class so we can begin that process, which we are doing. FULL STEAM AHEAD. I was very clear while I was there that I really want to do this. Not only because I will get my baby fix, but because it will help the part of me that so badly wants to homeschool. I am so excited to get going. My Aug 2nd appt at the transplant clinic will serve as my "physical" and Cullen's got his too. He's going to be a co applicant, and then in a year or so when we can have more kids, he can work with me and it will be like a vacation all the time (are you laughing? Daycare= vacation? HA!).
By the way, my most brilliant husband blew my mind with how well he did the past 2 weeks. He positively SHONE. It was glorious. He took complete care of me, the kids, the house, the everything. He let me cry once, when I hurt on Thursday night after coming home from the hosptial, and he didn't tell me that it was self induced (believe it or not, someone did say that to me) and that I saved a life, so stop crying (I heard that too, from the same "sensitive" soul that the other comment came from). He let me cry, and told me that it would hurt less very, very soon. Then he fed me vicodin.
He has slept with me on the couch every single night, and the one night I wanted to try the bed, he came with me and back to the couch when I couldn't deal. He holds my hand when we fall asleep. : ) He CLAPPED when I walked all the way around the block the other day, and clapped again when I did it again. Yesterday when I cried at CJ's baseball tournament because the heat was killing me---lightheaded, itchy incisions, uncomfortableness, sick to stomach---he brought me to mom's and got me set up and let it be okay that I missed the championship game. He has made me meal after meal....he has just been so incredible, I am SOOOOOOOO blessed and happy and thankful.
I am also so thankful that for 2 weeks we had food to carry us through, and to Suzanne for her impeccable timing with some dinners for when I would be on full time duty again. The love and cards and food and company has been AMAZING.
Did you see the moonlight the other night? Cullen brought me outside, our whole yard was lit up in the gorgeous blue light. It was magic.
The end!
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