…and you shake it all about! You do the “Hokey-Pokey” and you turn yourself about…
That’s what hip arthroscopy is about!
Not very catchy, I know, but I’m feeling quite “hokey” while I’m slow-poking around after my hip arthroscopy with labral repair yesterday. (My WHAT? I’m still not sure, though I finally figured out how to spell it.) The surgeon removed a cyst, shaved a bone, and put several anchors in what was apparently quite a severe tear – don’t know what an anchor is, but he must of known I was a DeeGee in college. Other than unconsciously biting my lower lip during extubation, there were no complications. The doctor showed us pics of what he’d done, but Dustin said he couldn’t really figure it out since it wasn’t a vagina. We’ll trust that he knew what he was doing, and that I’ll soon be a pain-free mama! (At least, the physical pain part, which has been a big part of my life the last couple of years…) How did I get this usually “athletic” injury? Not sure, though I think it had something to do with holding E on my left hip too much when she was getting too big, while simultaneously bending over the wrong way to pick up something she’d thrown on the floor in a state of rage (like her paci or blanket) on the way to getting her into bed. Either that or it’s something I did while playing on my “Rugby for Hot Mamas” team.
Today, I’m enjoying a quiet day of pampering as a gift to myself and my body as I heal. No kids in the house, no classes to prepare for or deadlines to meet. So peaceful resting here on the couch watching the world go by outside my living room window, hearing the swooshing sounds of the dishwasher and washing machine that other Mommy-friends turned on for me…I’m feeling so thankful for good friends who offer kind gestures of love and support. Beverly came by after taking her own kids to school, let herself in, and came back to my bedroom where she helped me out of bed, to the toilet, and into pants. She fed my fish, started some laundry for me, and brought me coffee, a blueberry muffin, and great conversation! My dad stopped by to bring me the cards that my kids (and some of my students from school) made for me. He is on “GareBear” duty all day, and I’m so thankful for that gift. My friend Kara brought me a couple of items from the store, heated up some lunch for me, and started cleaning up my kitchen before I could even ask her to! Can I have surgery again next week? I am going to take these gifts of love and friendship, give thanks for them, enjoy them, and NOT feel guilty. I am going to give myself this much-needed break, and NOT feel guilty. My aunt (who happened to have a similar surgery last week) reminded me that recovery is a marathon, not a sprint. I’m not really running at all right now as I’m in no hurry to get up and do the dishes myself! I get to do that every day - today I’m on “stay-cation”.
- Have you ever had anyone take care of you? Or are you always the care-giver? Is it hard for you to accept the help and care of others? (I found myself apologizing last night to Dustin for asking him to bring me water, my cell phone, my medicine – I’m so used to doing everything for myself.)
- Accepting help, accepting compliments, accepting any blessing with grace and gratitude is something to practice, to strive for, to model for our children. Not only does it honor our own worthiness, but also the generosity and kindness of the giver. How well do you practice this skill?
- Have you ever let yourself off the hook for a “sick” day or a “sick” week? Taken a break from normal, stressful life routines to help heal your body or spirit? Are you able to do this guilt-free knowing how important YOU are in your child’s universe? Are you able to get support for this from loved ones and friends? I hope it doesn’t take a surgery to get you to relax and take care of yourself, to ask for the help you need and deserve. Something to consider on your parenting journey…