life as a one-legged mama...

So, as I'm sure most of my readers know, I broke my ankle last week. It was pretty bad, I broke it in 3 places and dislocated it too. I needed to have surgery to have things repaired, and I'm back home again. And Don't worry, I wasn't holding Silas when I fell, THANK GOODNESS. But, now I'm in a cast, have to use a walker to get around and am not able to do any weight bearing on my bad foot and it looks like I'll be this way for about 3 months.

hard enough on it's own.. let's toss in a very mobile 8 month old.

It's been difficult to say the least. Family has been coming every day, and are lined up to come for the rest of the week. Chris took the week as vacation to be home as well, and starting Monday next week my mother will be coming full time to help take care of Silas while Chris is at work.

Heh.. You know.. I say "help" take care of Silas. Well let's be real. She'll be pretty much doing everything. I can't chase him, carry him, get him from his crib or change him (unless I'm in bed). Hell, I can only play with him when he's sitting on my lap on the sofa, or if he's in his highchair. (and even then, I have to sit on a chair in front of him with my foot up)

I get so frustrated. This is not how I wanted to spend the end of my maternity leave. This is not how I want to take care of my son. I feel so useless as a mother a lot of the time, and I hate feeling this way.

Chris has been wonderful through it all. He has picked up almost all the slack that he can, but he also understands that I need to feel important and also like I'm taking care of my baby somehow. He's pulled out an ottoman and put it in the kitchen, so I can sit on a chair with my foot up and at least feed Silas at breakfast lunch and supper. I've also been feeding Silas his bed time bottles in the glider and then just calling chris over the baby monitor to lay him in the crib when I'm done. It may seem silly to some but I need to do it.

I'm also so very thankful for friends and family. Everyone has been so supportive and helpful during this time, I don't know what I would have done if they weren't so close by. We would have seriously been screwed otherwise and that's not even a joke.

Oh and there is another upside to this whole crappy situation.. when I broke my ankle and left Silas with my sister for 3 days while I was in the hospital, it really helped with his separation anxiety!! I don't want to say it's fully gone, but there has been huge improvements so breaking my ankle wasn't all bad I suppose.

Anyway, that's all for now. Time to hobble myself to bed. Write soon.