It's over. The honeymoon has ended. This afternoon brought this fact screaming into reality for me as I crouched on the floor with tears threatening to spill as I held tight to a sobbing, angry, sad toddler who wanted to get away from me as he pinched both my arms and then signed and said "Hurt Momma", until he eventually vomitted due to his distress. All because he couldn't go outside.
A couple of hours alone with both my children and this is what takes place. What the hell am I going to do once B returns to work? This no lifting for 6 weeks is absolutely painful....mentally...to both W & me. I feel like I've lost him. In the past 10 days I have only put him down for a nap twice and (both times B had to go in and sing to him in order for him to settle) and got him up in the morning twice (to which W is asking for his Da). B is the bedtime guy, the fun play in the yard guy, the everything guy. And I am the sit and do very little gal. Not being able to carry and lift W is hurtful. Hurts my heart.