J is still in a lot of pain. He told the doctor that if he knew how much it would hurt, he would not have done it. I call bullshit on that, but yeah, that much pain. We went to his follow up appt last week and they said he will feel like this for a least 8 weeks. It's difficult for him to walk, get out of bed, use the bathroom…he can't hold/pick up the kids for 8 weeks. It's very difficult for both of us since I'm stuck playing mom and dad to the little ones. I'm not complaining, but I have never been this stressed in my life. Even to hand the baby off to him for a minute can't happen.
In the past year (since having my son) I have been able to work from home the majority of the time, so that helps, but I had to take leave for this. I had no idea how hard it would be to do this on my own. And he thought he would be good in two weeks. We were both wrong. He walks around like a geriatric patient right now. Maybe even slower and possibly more slumped over, lol. He's out of it. I won't lie, I am pissed. I am so mad at his father. I know I shouldn't look at it that way, but it can't help it. He was warned years ago that it could come to this but he didn't listen and now here we are. I visited him (his father) once when J was in the hospital. He was one floor down, but I didn't want to see him. The only time I did was right after he got out of surgery. I wanted to check on him so that I could tell J that he was okay. Does it make me a bad person? Maybe. But it's honest.
The kids are good. It's tough for them b/c the baby wants to be held by daddy and my 5 yr old wants to wrestle with daddy, but they can't for a while.
I really can't wait till he is better. He keeps apologizing to me. I told him not to. But I do expect one from his father. And maybe a “thank you” for J.
And thank you for asking.