When Dylan was about 22 months old, I had to go into the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. The surgery was pretty painful and the recovery took twice as long as it should have because my incision site got infected a few days later.
The most difficult part of the whole ordeal, however, was dealing with Dylan. How do you explain to a 22-month-old that Mami can’t pick him up or carry him around for two weeks because she has an “ouchie”? You can’t.
Even with having my mother (who had come from PR to help me out during my recovery) at his beck and call, Dylan was a mess. He wanted his Mami, and he couldn’t understand why all of I sudden I couldn’t hold him. My heart broke every time I heard him cry. It was the most difficult two weeks in Dylan’s babyhood.
And now history is somewhat repeating itself.
On Friday morning, I lost my footing while going down the stairs in my house and landed on my tailbone, right on a step. I can’t even describe to you the amount of pain I was in. Suffice to say that I saw stars for a moment. After a visit to the urgent care unit, it was determined that I have a very badly bruised tailbone.
I was given pain medications and one of those funny donut cushions to sit around in. I was also instructed not to pick Liam up and try to not carry him around for about two weeks.
It’s been two days and it’s already hell.
The poor kid just does NOT get what is going on. Not only can I not pick him up, but I can’t even sit on the floor and play with him like I always do. This makes Liam confused, angry and absolutely miserable. I am too. Despite the pain, I have given in and picked him up a few times already just to get him to stop crying, but I know that it’s not good for my back at all.
Thankfully, if this HAD to happen, it happened during the weekend when Bill is around to help me out a ton with the kids. He has been amazing, and even though Liam misses Mami, at least he is thoroughly enjoying some extra Daddy time. Bill will also be in town next week to help me out, which is awesome because I have no idea what the week ahead will bring. I do know that it will be challenging and I am not at all looking forward to it. Hopefully I will be feeling much better soon and will be able to scoop my baby up in my arms again in a few days.
In the meantime, it’s time for some ice, pain meds, and carting my donut seat with me everywhere I go. Wish me luck!
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