(note the eyes... dead giveaway for suspicious tissues)
I was in the hospital for 4 days and home within a week. Or, so I am told. I was pretty heavily medicated. I'm operating under the assumption that this is still 2011 - right???
So I am now home and on Load Mode. This may be the loadiest mode I’ve ever been in. I am not supposed to lift anything that weighs more than 5 pounds for the next 6 weeks. Ha! FIVE pounds??? That’s nothing. This blog weighs more than five pounds and it doesn’t even exist.
The kids are awesome. Grandma and Grandpa have superior parenting skills, so their care was actually much better in our absence. Ava learned a gadzillion new words (real ones, unlike “gadzillion”) and is walking around like crazy (literally, she looks a bit insane in an adorable baby kind of way). Alexander has new jokes to tell and a new found appreciation of baseball - which I am told is a “sport” played by “athletes” and watched by “fans”.
I don’t yet know if the surgery was success. Initial labs don’t look great, but it can take a while to be certain on whether or not I land on the “winning side” of the 65-70% cure rate. Time will tell. And then I'll tell you.
In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy Load Mode and do everything within my power not to sneeze. (Yes, I was told to not sneeze for 6 weeks. My brain could very well fall out. For reals.)
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Just to confirm, we don't recommend surgery as a way to "get away from it all." On another topic, as faithful blog readers we hope to see a later report on Aunt Rachel and Uncle Dave's stellar (well, not 'in the cellar') babysitting skills as followers-up to Grandma and Grandpa. Oh, and a special mention for Uncle Dave's teaching Ava what a neat sound you can get from bonking an empty plastic soda bottle on your head. That's okay - no need to thank us. (Hope she forgets that before she starts preschool.)
On second thought, our first message probably sounded way too self-serving. But as totally out-of-condition babysitters, we had our sights set pretty low. (As in, do not drop baby down steps. Do not let children play with kitchen knives. Umm, that's about it.) So in our minds we were at 100%.
What I didn't say - and want to here - is that this past week was an intense bonding time with the Most Brilliant, Loving Children in the Universe and it was a chance to see true stellar parenting in action. Thanks for an incredible time with you all. And we're glad you're starting to feel better!
Latest great joke we're taking home, thanks to Alexander: "I want to drink pie."
I hope the surgery was a success. The Dittrich's send their love prayers and best wishes. I can't wait to meet your children and teach them how to pull my finger, give them some fake puke, and teach them how to bite heads off of stuffed animals with blood capsules in their mouths. Love ya guys.... Fat Nick and family
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