There aren't any from Thanksgiving. Josie was only 9 days old, and the last thing I thought about doing was taking pictures.... boooo...hissss. Looking back, I could kick myself in the arse!
Christmas, was so very difficult. I woke up 2 o'clock that morning to feed Josie, and screamed out in pain. I tried to walk, and knew it hurt, but as soon as I tried to pick her up it felt like my wrists, hands and arms were breaking. It was only 3 steps from our bed to her bassinette, so I didn't realize till I had to crawl (yes, I mean crawl...like a baby) to Richard and cry for help. I couldn't pick my baby up, I couldn't walk to the bathroom, I could hardly move. I made it to the recliner, he put her in my arms and helped me adjust her (and myself) so I could get the boob out to nurse her. It was so painful to bend my wrists or move at all. He sat up with me while I fed her. I took a pain pill and laid back down.
I was up a few hours later and was still hurting...not as bad. The pain meds made it much more tolerable. Richard got int he shower with me and helped me stand and bathe. I made it long enough to get the ham in the oven, then he and Jim took it from there. I was so doped up, that I hardly remember anything about the day, except that it sucked.
It was Josie's first Christmas, and I was helpless. I hated that I could hardly take care of her, or enjoy the day with my family.
I want to share these pictures before I get caught up in another day's story! I will be posting more about this later, when I have more time.
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