If you know me, you know that I do not like to be still. I am bad at stillness. I prefer to run around or stay in motion or chat or simply do something. If you've known me during my pregnancy, you know that I adore my doctors. And therein lies the problem.
Me: When can I up my activity level?
Dr: It takes 6 weeks to recover from a c-section
Me: So I can walk now, right?
Dr: You can walk as much as it takes to get through your normal life.
Me: (Spotting a loophole, as my "normal life" is more active than most) Oh good, so I can take Ellie for walks when she gets home?
Dr: You can take a short, slow stroll with Ellie when she gets home. SHORT. SLOW.
Actually, I think my doctor is kind of a jerk at this point.
Me: OK, well, how much can I lift?
Dr: 10 pounds.
Me: That's NOTHING
Dr: You can bargain all you want, but you are NOT working out 2 weeks after a c-section.
Yep, he's a jerk. Or... maybe I am bad at rest. At stillness. At waiting. At patience.
As Ellie gets closer to her homecoming, all I want is to show our baby girl the world. All she's seen are NICUs and an ambulance. I want her to see playgrounds and parks, cherry blossoms and psycho squirrels, neighborhood kids, and our home. I want to take her running or walking in the B.O.B. I have been patient for too much recently: waiting for Ellie, waiting for her to come home, waiting through surgery, waiting for her to eat. I can be patient with Ellie. However, I am far less patient with myself.
Pretty please, can't I just walk a couple miles?