Day 2

Today is Day 2 being home from a 6 day stay in hospital.

Last Sunday I broke 3 bones in my ankle and tore the ligaments all around my left ankle. 'How did you do that!?' you ask. Well it is the most boring and unglamorous story ever, I simply slipped in the mud in the backyard taking the washing out. We have some dirt patches I was watering earlier in the day to encourage grass to grow, and they were still wet. I can barely remember how it happened, but I remember a crack and falling in a funny way. It had started raining so I spent almost 40 minutes in the rain and the mud waiting for the ambulance to arrive. It has been a crazy week. 14 screws and a metal plate have been used to hold my ankle together, and 2 surgery's and many many pain killers later, I am finally home. 

Coming home...

I was actually keen to stay in the hospital as long as possible as I was quite anxious about how I would cope at home, how the boys with cope with me being here but not being able to do all the things I normally do. Finley, 13 months old now, has coped really well considering so much has changed for him. I guess he understands it less. Toby, having witnessed all that happened and being that little bit older, is finding it all a little hard. He seems to be a bit sader and more thoughtful, and of course a little harder to manage, but the big challenge has been all those moments I want to go to him and I can't. The first night home he didn't go to sleep until 10.40. I thought that was bad, and then last night it was after 11. He kept calling out for me, wanting me to go in and rub his back, sing him songs, tuck him in and do all the things I normally do. Eventually I had to hop in there, endure the pain and try settle him the best I could. 

Sitting back and not being able to jump up and do all the Mum things I normally do has been so hard, the pain is still often unbearable, especially when my foot isn't elevated, and I actually can't believe it is only day 2!

The doctor said it will be 4-6 months until I am walking normally again but I am praying and believing it will be sooner than that!

I am of course so so grateful once again for the incredible tribe of Mummas and family and friends I have around me. It's all the little things that really make a giant difference. Loved ones bringing (and sending) you flowers, cooking meals for the boys back home, your Pastor dropping into the hospital to pray with you, coming home to fresh sheets on the bed, the surgeon coming to check up on you post op. It is sometimes hard to accept the reality that you cannot do it all on your own anymore, and there is a long road ahead. I'm not sure how it is all going to work or how we are going to manage, but at least it is Day 2 and not Day 1 right?