One: Sam is home. This is the important thing. They sent us home Tuesday, less than twenty-four hours after they cut a seven centimeter incision into his abdomen. (TMI? At least there’s no photo.) At last they glued it closed (and maybe used a few stitches under the skin) before they kicked him out.
Two: Consequently he has a new respect for all you women who have had C-sections and then had to care for babies afterward. This is no joke.
Three: This leaves me to be the mean caregiver who is consequently yelling at him all the time to walk around and use his incentive spirometer, since we don’t have any nurses to do it for us. Hopefully his pain medicine will keep him from remembering much of this.
Four: Now that he’s home, the children can stop worrying that he’s going to die and focus on complaining about how much math I assigned them.
Five: And fighting over who gets to put up which figure from the Advent calendar. This is the one time of year I wish I had five children instead of four, because 25 divided by 4 has a remainder, so it is NEVER FAIR who gets to put Baby Jesus in the manger. I have one child to whom fairness is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. And who ALWAYS TALKS in CAPITAL LETTERS when THINGS ARE NOT FAIR.
Six: We are discovering that our friends are amazing cooks. Especially of ice cream. My children have never had it so good.
Seven: Ack! I have to go! There are only 5 eggo waffles left, and who will get the fifth waffle? IT’S NOT FAIR! (I am so glad to be home!)
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