Kingsley: 9-12-13 Healing

By the second day in hospital, I had my cannula removed by kindly nurses, catheter out of you know where, gone was the IV drip and my beloved (addictive to say the least) strong pain relief medication was abruptly taken from me (morphine by shot to the upper thigh – BLISS – how I looked forward to thee). I was left to take control of any lingering post operative pain with oral analgesics. Panadol? Voltaren? Ho Hum.

But complain I could not, for I was healing with remarkable speed; the 10cm Caesarian Section cut providing me with some hesitation to stomach-crunch my way out of bed. No need for heroics; the agony of ripping out the stitches, through silly action, before their time I certainly did not wish to suffer. So out I would gingerly roll from my bed. Lightly I would step to the loo and back.

My motivation for such a speedy recuperation? Holding, carrying and hugging this sensation: my son…

Holding Kingsley is a dream come true for me: Kingsley 2 days young 9th December 2013

Holding Kingsley is a dream come true for me: Kingsley 2 days young 9th December 2013

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