I am humbled.
I run around my house and do everything that I can do all the time, and since Sunday I have been humbled and forced to ask for help where I usually insist on doing everything myself. On Sunday my husband was finishing his programming competition, and I was taking care of our little monkeys. I was careful not to do too much to anger my back or hip while taking care of the girls, but then Katrina pooped in the tub. Anyone who has kids knows that this is just part of having kids. So when it happened on Sunday I yanked both kids out of the tub without being careful and a few minutes post bath, I knew I had done something to my back and by Monday morning I was hurting, and by Monday night I was in serious pain. Tuesday am I went to my physiotherapist and my lower back is so horribly inflamed that she was limited in what she could do with me. She managed to fix my upper back so that wasn’t an issue anymore but my lower back is very angry with me now. I was told to ice it, then heat it, then ice it more to help the inflammation go down. Everyone says I should take Ibuprofen to help the swelling go down, but that’s a no-no when you are trying to get pregnant so no Ibuprofen for me. I’ll just keep icing it and hoping it gets better sooner rather than later.
But on to the title topic. I have been humbled because I am limited in what I can do for myself so rather than wincing in pain or feeling upset that nothing is getting done I’ve got my husband to help out. Apparently if I tell him what to do, and I’m hurt then he’ll get right up and do it. So that was very helpful. I even cuddled with Katrina on the couch for a long time and let him deal with Lillian painting and dripping paint all over the floor. He’s also getting over a cold, so I have banished him to the spare room in the basement. That might sound like a punishment and not a way to treat the guy who has been helping me, but in reality he is sleeping in a room that is far away from both our children, and with Katrina teething right now, that means only he will wake himself up and not be woken up by her. So even if sleeping alone in the basement sounds like a punishment, it’s actually very restful.
So hopefully my back will be back to it’s happy self sooner rather than later, and my hubby will have the energy to keep up the extra work until I am healed up.