I have never been good at accepting or asking for help. I love to help other people and give service but receiving it is hard. This week has been humbling as I have had to ask friends for help.
Last week at my 6 week postpartum appointment (which was actually at 9 weeks) my Dr. found that there was some tissue still in my uterus from Bo's delivery. She sent me for an ultrasound and we found that it was a small piece of placenta. She scheduled me for a D and C out patient surgery for Monday to remove it. It was supposed to be a quick, easy procedure but because of complications with infection and a bad reaction to the anesthesia it did not go quite like it was supposed to. I pretty much scared my Dr. and she had me admitted to the hospital to be treated and observed for at least one night. Luckily I only had to stay one night and was able to go home Tuesday afternoon. The extra time at the hospital had Me and Jeremy scrambling Monday night to make arrangements for our kids for Tuesday. To make matters worse Bo really doesn't like bottles and he especially doesn't like formula but I had only pumped enough breast milk for Monday so Monday night was really hard on Jeremy and Tuesday morning was hard on my friend (the baby sitter).
I am so grateful to be home and I am so thankful to my friends and ward members for helping with our kids, bringing meals, and running up to the hospital at 9:00 at night to pick up a bottle of breast milk to help Jeremy make it through the night with Bo.
While it has been a humbling experience needing help I hope I can be the one helping, not the one needing help, for a long long time.
Don't you think this has been an extremely unlucky medical year for our family? I do, I hope next year we spend a lot less time at the doctor's office and no time at the hospital!