Yes, I survived.
These are all the super fun wrist bands I came home from the hospital wearing. I never fell, but I did drop a glass of water in the middle of the night. It was my second night home and I got up to get some water so I could take more pain meds. My poor, sweet husband must have been sleeping like a new mommy. You know what I mean. Attentive to any sound I might make. Sweet!
He jumped up.
He didn't just sit up in bed and ask me what was wrong. He jumped and landed on his feet. Guess he was expecting a repeat performance of the first night home. That was not good....
It's only been a week, and I am recovering so well, I don't even need to take most of this stuff anymore.
That's it for now. This balancing act of sitting on only one butt cheek is wearing me out!