{"id":7083,"date":"2014-03-19T20:37:20","date_gmt":"2014-03-20T01:37:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=7083"},"modified":"2016-09-08T14:24:16","modified_gmt":"2016-09-08T19:24:16","slug":"a-slow-recovery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=7083","title":{"rendered":"A Slow Recovery"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"DSC_0019\"<\/a>Thank you for the outpouring of well-wishes here, on email, on the phone, and in person. Thank you, because even though I was not able to respond to everyone, I read each and every word and that gave me strength in some way. I am doing better, but it is a painstakingly slow process.<\/p>\n

Looking back, I know there was no surefire sign that things were so bad inside of me- I went to the hospital when I had reached my limit and maybe I need to reassess that limit. But please, a word of advice, put away your tough guy act if you feel horrible and just get checked out. There’s no shame in being told there’s nothing wrong; on the converse, damage can happen if you wait too long.<\/p>\n

I am still in the hospital, tottering between floods of emotions from how much I miss my husband and boys, and frustration at a rigid hospital system which I swear, at times, is making me sicker (or just crazy). But at the root of it all, when I shove aside the endless beeps and pokes, the wires and the dressing changes (having an open hole in your stomach is really strange), the uncomfortable bed and how uncomfortable I am in my own body… at the root of it all is connection.<\/p>\n

People have come out of the woodwork to help. Dropping off meals, picking up kids, running errands, and rearranging schedules to help us keep our household running. It would be an impossible task without our friends.<\/p>\n

Andrew stays by my side whenever humanly possible, literally running from the parking lot up the stairs and to my room on the fourth floor in-between classes and taking care of the boys. We have reconnected, laughed, cried, worried, and held each other over these past five days. He has washed my hair in the sink (twice) and bathed me from a sponge and washtub. He has advocated for me, throwing his hands up in the air and very slightly losing his temper with an asshole of a surgeon. He has held my hand through painful dressing changes and walked me up and down the halls countless times, trying to help me heal, looking out for me, being there for me. After all these years, he is the one I choose, he is my absolute soulmate.<\/p>\n

And Ingrid- my other soulmate! She stays by my side like the most loyal of friends. When Andrew is not here, she is. Holding my hand, making me laugh, watching movies with me and talking me through the nausea and the really painful moments. She tells me to sleep, but I never can. Instead, I find myself forgetting where I am, why I am here. She sits next to me on my hospital bed as we talk about everything- every embarrassing little detail, like a couple of teenagers on a sleepover whispering in the dark. Even after she leaves, I feel a flood of gratitude and happiness that she is in my life.<\/p>\n

And Gina, Andrew’s mom. She swept in and took over at home- taking care of the boys, doing laundry and dishes and everything that just wouldn’t be getting done right now. I know she’s tired, but she does it with a smile on her face and the energy of a twenty-year-old. She has brought Milo and Oliver in separately to visit, and made them feel special like only she can. On top of that, she has such medical knowledge, she can field any question and knows which ones to ask.<\/p>\n

There are so many others who have thought of us and acted. I am full of gratitude beyond words. Thank you.<\/p>\n

Right now we are in an ambiguous place. Complications make it difficult to know when I will be back at home with my boys where I belong. But for now, I hope for the best and dream of spring and all things new.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Thank you for the outpouring of well-wishes here, on email, on the phone, and in person. Thank you, because even though I was not able to respond to everyone, I read each and every word and that gave me strength in some way. I am doing better, but it is a painstakingly slow process. Looking … Continue reading “A Slow Recovery”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":7089,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[105,187],"tags":[58,151,48,61],"class_list":["post-7083","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family","category-motherhood","tag-friends","tag-hospital","tag-motherhood","tag-surgery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7083","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7083"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7083\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11784,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7083\/revisions\/11784"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}