The kiddo has started up school again (Thursday was his first day) and I am still working on healing. And by that I mean that I am trying to be as lazy as I can bring myself to be since I'm not supposed to be doing anything past napping and making sure I eat enough. The eating part has been hard as nothing is appetizing, but I'm getting there.
According to Miss Autumn, Johnny's school year kick-off has gone well. He is confused as to why some of the students from last year aren't there, even though we discussed the fact that they have moved on to kindergarten and he will too next year. I'm told that he was excited to see one of the friends he made on the playground last year. Yesterday he got hit in the stomach with one of those little plastic golf clubs while they were outside, but after the teachers calmed him down enough to explain that it wasn't on purpose, (as he is want to believe whenever anyone hurts him) but in fact an accident, he was fine and went on playing.
The really amazing thing to me about the start to Johnny's school year is that upon hearing about the lost pregnancy and resulting surgery, Miss Autumn sent home a bouquet of flowers for me. Something so simple yet so far above and beyond what is expected of a teacher -- I was both stunned and touched. She is really invested in the whole family, not just her student. It shows me that her attitude toward family health and cooperation in order to best help a child grow is something that all teachers should have. I'm not saying all teachers should send student's moms flowers after surgery, but I do believe that the kind of dedication Autumn has to becoming truly involved in the life of her students is quite exceptional and often lacking in others. Yay Miss Autumn!
Otherwise, my life remains somewhat on hold while I wait to recover. There are no crafts, no special games, and no trips out into the community. I can't drive and some days I can barely walk. Today was one of the harder days I've had because last night the kid accidentally kicked me in the stomach. He came into my bedroom around 2:00am crying and not fully awake, so despite my better judgment, I pulled him up into the bed with me to snuggle. About 2 hours later I received a nice whack in the gut from his amazingly powerful little feet and I promptly dialed Steve's cell (he has been sleeping on the couch since the surgery because he rolls a lot in his sleep and is afraid of hurting me) and woke him to carry the little guy back to bed. Johnny mumbled something about his Mario and needing his whites to go back to bed, but I have a feeling he was out again before his head hit the pillow.
I'd been craving snuggle time. It is one of the things I miss the most as a result of this whole ordeal. I will admit, I might still need more time to heal before snuggling again.
Sad panda.
At least I should be able to drive again sometime toward the end of next week!
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According to Miss Autumn, Johnny's school year kick-off has gone well. He is confused as to why some of the students from last year aren't there, even though we discussed the fact that they have moved on to kindergarten and he will too next year. I'm told that he was excited to see one of the friends he made on the playground last year. Yesterday he got hit in the stomach with one of those little plastic golf clubs while they were outside, but after the teachers calmed him down enough to explain that it wasn't on purpose, (as he is want to believe whenever anyone hurts him) but in fact an accident, he was fine and went on playing.
The really amazing thing to me about the start to Johnny's school year is that upon hearing about the lost pregnancy and resulting surgery, Miss Autumn sent home a bouquet of flowers for me. Something so simple yet so far above and beyond what is expected of a teacher -- I was both stunned and touched. She is really invested in the whole family, not just her student. It shows me that her attitude toward family health and cooperation in order to best help a child grow is something that all teachers should have. I'm not saying all teachers should send student's moms flowers after surgery, but I do believe that the kind of dedication Autumn has to becoming truly involved in the life of her students is quite exceptional and often lacking in others. Yay Miss Autumn!
Otherwise, my life remains somewhat on hold while I wait to recover. There are no crafts, no special games, and no trips out into the community. I can't drive and some days I can barely walk. Today was one of the harder days I've had because last night the kid accidentally kicked me in the stomach. He came into my bedroom around 2:00am crying and not fully awake, so despite my better judgment, I pulled him up into the bed with me to snuggle. About 2 hours later I received a nice whack in the gut from his amazingly powerful little feet and I promptly dialed Steve's cell (he has been sleeping on the couch since the surgery because he rolls a lot in his sleep and is afraid of hurting me) and woke him to carry the little guy back to bed. Johnny mumbled something about his Mario and needing his whites to go back to bed, but I have a feeling he was out again before his head hit the pillow.
I'd been craving snuggle time. It is one of the things I miss the most as a result of this whole ordeal. I will admit, I might still need more time to heal before snuggling again.
Sad panda.
At least I should be able to drive again sometime toward the end of next week!
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