Recovery

D&c went pretty well. My only frustration was that we asked about 3 times that they make sure to retrieve Eric from the waiting room as soon as I started to wake up. Then when I woke up he was no where to be seen. I sat there by myself for a good 5-10 minutes before Dr. H poked his head in to see how I was (distraught) and went to get Eric for me. PLUS - no toast! In recovery they always had this wonderful buttered toast, but apparently it was decided that nurses can't make toast without a food handler's permit. Can you believe that? Then the orderly or whoever she was took her sweet time to come get me to go home, so I sat in the hall in a wheel chair by myself again for another 5-10 minutes since Eric had gone to pull the car around. Anyway, all of the other nurses and doctors were extremely kind and sympathetic and took really good care of me. We got home around noon and discovered that Seth finally decided to mimic "Mama" when we say it (lately his only "word" has been something that sounds like "dadun?"). So that pretty much made my day. I'm feeling pretty good so I might decide to go back to work Thursday instead of Friday. I'd love to milk it for a little longer, but I have so much to do I really need to get back to it. But I am going to enjoy relaxing for one more day at least. Thanks for everyone's prayers and love. I am blessed.