Maggie spent the day trying to figure out what was wrong with my feet.
She desperately wanted to touch them and feel the soles, which let me tell you, was absolutely not going to happen.
Last night when I went to bed I could kind of hobble around a little if I really needed to. I was trying not to walk, but at least it was still an option.
This morning when I woke up I quickly realized that it wasn't really an option anymore. If I really pushed it I could take teeny tiny two inch steps while wincing every time I moved, but it didn't seem like the best idea. Even with the cane it wasn't working.
Then Grumpa saved the day. He came up with little doughnuts, first using a diaper and then using a sponge, and covered them in a silky cloth tape before taping them to the bottom of my feet. Then I managed to fit my sponge doughnut protected feet into my bunny slippers and I taped the slippers onto my feet and suddenly I could walk in an almost normal manner.
Because not being able to walk at all just wasn't an option when the baby was crying and I could hear Maggie getting into something in the kitchen and Patch was running into the room yelling "Uh oh! Oh no! Maggie! Oh no! No Maggie!" while I was the only grown up in the house (he has come to love yelling "No Maggie No!" at his sister).
I am so grateful that that boy is like a built in alarm system.
I have also discovered that resting while they're awake isn't really an option. Because this:
So today was full of cuddles and hugs and being grateful that we were all together.
There was also a fair amount of wildness including a certain four year old patting the top of the stove repeatedly while proudly saying "Hot! Hot!" (it wasn't) and trying to see if she could slip out the back door again to go on a walk to see Daddy back in Michigan (she couldn't).
And there was horror when I realized that the smaller gullies at the top of the hill actually are full of water right now and she walked right past them. Thank God! (which is pretty much what I've been feeling, thinking and praying all day).
Thank you all for the prayers and kind words. Writing out what happened helped me begin to wrap my brain around yesterday, and I'm glad that I sat down and typed everything out when I did, both because it helped me begin to process what happened and because the day is becoming a blur as the hours pass.
And now I know that I can get through these next few days just taking it one teeny, tiny, doughnut cushioned step at a time.