Questions, questions

I recently had bladder surgery...a bladder suspension, but better known today as a bladder "sling." One little prick and I came home with a catheter for 5 days. Okay, you can only do so much with a plastic bag of urine hanging out of you...in hopes that 3 curious little ones don't pick up too much with what is going on.

At first, Keaton was confused...all she knew is that mommy went in to "fix her belly" (if only that were the case) and now she can't hold her babies for at least 6 weeks. This was devastating to Keaton...my little nurturer who cries every night just thinking about not being held. She woke 2 days ago with her grand idea of "holding me." Every since I came home she won't let me go 2 steps without running and grabbing my hand to "help me." She is my caregiver...so sweet.

Caleb, on the other hand, is my brave one whose lip trembled as we prayed the night before my surgery. I overheard him dishing out orders to the girls about how they were going to have to help me around the house because "mommy had something in her belly that fell!" Mind you, as he is telling this story with his hands, it looks as if my bladder fell completely to my knees. :)

And then there is Bailey...sweet, little, chatter-box Bailey. Like her brother, she can not accept yes or no answers. Here were just some of her questions...

*What's in that bag?
*Where is it coming from?
*Where does that tube go? (as she is lifting my pj leg) I simply replied...my belly
*Does it hurt?
*How far does it go in?
*Can you feel it in your belly?
*Can you go poop-poo?
*What made your belly fall? (okay, I could have many answers for this one, but I simply said that while she and her sister were in my tummy, they crowded out everything else and pushed things into places they weren't supposed to be.)...what was I to say...Everytime mommy sits, sneezes, coughs, picks you up, throws a football, talks on the phone, etc., etc., etc., she pees on herself? Could you imagine the questions that would follow that one?



These questions were never ending, and all seemed to be asked within a 3 minute time frame. I finally had to tell her to shut-up. Politely. She was making my head hurt.

And so now I am recovering, catheter free, on the couch with my three little ones gathered around like chicks. Caleb wanted to know what I did with my catheters because he thought it would be a good idea to keep them in case someone else needed them. :) :) Always thinking of service! :)