Ok, so surgery is finally over. I spent Monday night at the hospital and came home on Tuesday. I had a great nurse who really pointed me in the right direction concerning dumping all the breast milk I was pumping during my stay and I am so glad I took her advice. She really had the right idea and made sure I got in contact with the right person. Otherwise, my homecoming with Peanut could have been terrible. I couldn’t imagine coming home and dumping milk for another 24 hours while I had to give Peanut formula.
Don’t get me wrong, I have given my children formula but it was because I was under the impression that I could not successfully breastfeed only and hold a job. After a few years of knowledge and digging deeper, I find out that I have been wrong, I can do it. I just didn’t know how.
Now that I am home though, the recovery begins. Hard? Totally. I am not one to follow directions very well and I am very stubborn. For instance, if I feel like doing dishes, I am going to do them. So for me to sit idle for the next 6 weeks, I just can’t. I cannot expect everyone else to take over and handle all of these things. Maybe part of it is giving up control and I am just not good at that. I can expect The master and the hooligans to do so much. It’s not in me to be supermom, but it’s not in me to just watch the house flounder about. So I have to juggle taking care of myself and making sure I get the proper rest and not overdo things but at the same time pay attention to my house, children, and work. I haven’t written anything worth publishing for awhile and it’s starting to wear on me. I want to be doing more. I almost need to be doing more.