Mommy, I Reeeally Missed You!

I recently had some surgery, and spent 3 days in the hospital. Although Kayli spent some quality time with her aunts, uncles, and cousins, the two of us "peas in a pod" hadn't seen each other in 4 days! Bottom line...our cozy little world had really been rocked! The first night back together, Aunt Karen brought Kayli home just in time for bed. She was tired, so was I. Kayli cautiously hugged my arm as Aunt Karen helped her into her jammies. Then, we said "good-bye" to Aunt Karen and settled into my big bed to sleep. After lying there quietly for a few minutes, Kayli opened her eyes and turned to me and said "Mommy, I reeeeally missed you!" Then she said "I've got some very portant (important) news for you." "What is it?" I say. "Well" she starts, "the very portant thing I have to tell you is that you are going to get better veeery fast cuz I am going to take care of you just like you always take care of me!" She continues..."And, that's cuz I love you and our tiny little family, you and me and our two hearts." As I smile and respond in kind, tears come to my eyes, and I say a silent prayer of thanks for this sweet little blessing in my life.

NOW, FOR CHAPTER TWO...ENTITLED: GOOD THING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
So, the next day we spent alot of time talking about my "owee" and how I was sore and I couldn't pick Kayli up for a while. "Just pick me up very gently" Kayli says. I explain again. She hears: "blah,blah,blah, mom won't pick me up." I distract. "I just wanna snuggle with you." she says. I make a fort out of pillows and give her a spot next to me.

We watch "The Rescuers"...

Aunt Eileen calls...take Kayli for a playdate? Oh,yes, she would love that! Back by dinner, Kayli takes three bites, drinks her juice, then promptly proceeds to complete the following formula: (No nap + my world has changed + taking Benadryl for an allergic reaction to something = Major Melt Down complete with tears and irrational ranting...followed by instant comatose sleep.)


Whew, I put my feet up (something I've been told to do as part of my recovery) get out a magazine and settle in. One hour later that juice Kayli had for dinner has made it's way to and through her bladder, right into the couch cushion! Dangit. Now, I'm at the kitchen sink, shampooing the cushion, mumbling something under my breath about rest and recuperation, as Kayli stands there looking dazed and confused. Then, I say to myself, Move on Kathy. Let it go. This just might be funny in a few days...