Saturday, January 2, 2010
Thank you every body for the welcome back comments, and thank you dear husband for my cool g1 phone which let's me post from my recliner!! One comment asked if a hyst is similar to a csection. I looked up my favorite hyst blog and. found that they are not: highlights: "peeling the bladder off the uterus...re routing, cutting nerves and blood vessels etc..." this oddly enough gave me comfort...I was really feeling like a healing loser.
I Compared myself to friends and the iron mamas in my ward that are throwing babies around, running and prancing around in swimwear after 2 weeks of having a baby cut out. My sister bragged that she was back to church in a week, I am horribly competitive and was sure that even though the dr said 4-6 weeks I wanted to be the bionic woman too, so I dressed on my first Sunday excitedly anticipating the christmas program. And, met with abject failure and tears.
One of the points of my blog has always been that God hears and answers prayers. If losing weight means lots to you then it means lots to Him. He cares and provides. I have so many examples of miracles but will just share 2. My husband moved the furniture in a crazy way that messed with my head. I asked for a change, but my dh was so tired and overwhelmed that I quickly retracted my request. On the Monday after christmas my sister came to help clean the mess in my house. When she finished she came to my room and said that she moved my furniture in my family room and hoped I didn't mind. It was just how I wanted it...tender mercy, I know it was a gift from God because Michelle said simply that she had a prayer before she came over.
Yesterday we invited my entire family over to celebrate including my aunt and uncle and cousins who live an hour away. My uncle has terminal cancer and this is probably one of the last times we will get together. Hosting is what the spirit prompted me to do, but I had no ability to clean and "mommy clean" is different than my families standard. They have taken on so much everyone is worn out. I knelt down and described my plight and got up feeling washed with peace. I went out of my room thinking that Heavenly Father was going to grant me the strength to just not care and celebrate in the mess. No sir, my dear neighbor Tammy Summers and her son came unbidden and with their help, my nieces Brynn and Cherstin and my own family my house was more beautiful than I could have dreamed! Tender mercies pop out as friends.
I am getting better every day! I once was a modest mother who refused to let my kids say the word "poop". Life today has morphed me into a lady with pooping envy. I pooped today without aid or pain, I called my husband to share the news. Before this experience I did all I could to make him believe that I didn't engage in any such activity, but you try a week without the afore mentioned activity and you too will revel in the act of bowel movements. I have a new love and reverence for fiber and water... dairy bad, prunes good...But the same reverence and knowledge that God even cares about the little things.
Welcome to my 40's!!!