For Mother's Day Elliott got me this:
It's a new print for our kitchen. I can't wait until it comes in the mail. I went through a period of time where I would jokingly tell him and my cat to "MIND YOUR MANNERS!"
When I saw this, I fell in love with it.
As a joke he got me these (though really, who's joking about their deliciousness?):
Not to be outdone by anyone else on Mother's Day, he gave me this:
Pure love, joy & satisfaction.
I have lots and lots of baby pictures posted on my facebook (though it is private, but no worries, I'll add you!) The past week has been a blur. My pill cocktail of percocet and ibuprofen has probably contributed to that quite a bit. I get my staples out tomorrow and hopefully that will help the recovery process speed up, though I know they say 6-8 weeks but that's for a complete recovery. I just need to get to the point where Elliott doesn't have to do all the night feedings (it takes me at least 3 excruciating minutes of pain to get out of bed each time) and most of the baby lifting. That's been the hardest thing. Not the pain really, because I have my lovely pill cocktail. Not the sleep deprivation, because even though I still do get up in the middle of the night to pump and offer words of encouragement to my husband, we tag team naps and doze every so often while the baby sleeps. Plus there's a QT 1/2 a mile away. It's those feelings of helplessness, for which my husband has stepped up to go above and beyond typical "daddy duties" and take on many of the "mama duties" as well. I'll love Elliott forever and will always feel grateful for his sacrifice, patience and undying love for our family. No need to worry, we have patience and know this is temporary. We're so happy and welcome this change through the faceplants into our pillows where we yell frustrations.
I love that we can say this is one more thing we have experienced together and will share forever.
We love Beckett.