All laid up my friends... COME VISIT!

I apologize for the lack of info on my family's life right now. I have a good reason though. About a month ago I experienced my second knee surgery and have been laid up for quite some time. Yes, surgery number two.
Why, you may ask? Well...I don't know. All I know is that the first surgery failed and I'm re-living the nightmare of last year all over again. I thought I was through with crutches, pain pills, elevating my leg all day long, lack of sleep, armpit rashes, greasy and unwashed hair, baths instead of showers (with my leg hanging out of the tub), soreness and whatever! The hardest part is reliving it again.

All the many hours spent at physical therapy with the old people... this is the hardest part. Not only is my competition full of wrinkles, broken limbs, missing teeth, lack of hair, and stinky perfume, but they are all at least 30+ years older than me! I sit down on my bicycle next to my 65 year old competitor and put on my game face--who is going to win the race? Which one of us will be able to make our legs move one complete cycle on the bike without crying? The race begins and sadly, the old geezer to my right usually wins. This is what it's come to for me.

ON THE FLIP SIDE....

I spend my days and nights on my king sized bed with my son right next to me. We get to bond 24.7 and I love it! Wyatt is probably getting way more stimulation then he should be, but boy he seems to like it. Many of you have asked, "How do you take care of him by yourself?" It's simple really. As long as he's on my bed, everything is under control. I change his diapers, feed him, play with him, dress him, and take care of everything on my bed. Once he falls asleep I get up on my crutches and do things myself like: making myself some lunch, doing the dishes, checking e-mails, writing letters and thank you cards, watching movies, picking up odds and ends and whatever else I can manage. How wonderful is that? I get to spend all day with my little boy with hardly any interruptions.

It has been so wonderful watching my son grow and reach his milestones. His newest accomplishment is using his hands to grab things, and occasionally he'll even draw it to his mouth. Wyatt is in the beginning stages of all this, but I it is so fun to watch him discover what his hands can do. Something else, Wyatt has started to LAUGH and it is so cute. Of course, Grandma Anderson can make him laugh the hardest, but I'm starting to catch up. He's a growing boy with chipmunk cheeks.

Thankfully, I have some really great neighbors and a wonderful family nearby to help me with everything. Many of my ward members have so willingly brought us dinner, volunteered to watch Wyatt, and they come pay me visits all the time. My mother especially has been a great help during the daytime with all my errands and physical therapy trips. Then, my dear husband, who helps me at night even though he is dead tired from school and work. Not once has Ethan complained about having to wake up and get Wyatt in the night if he needs to feed. Every time Ethan goes in to see Wyatt I hear, "Heeeeeyyyy buddy! Good morning..." and it just warms my heart. I want to thank everyone who has helped me with this surgery; it really means a lot to have people who care about me and want to help.

Grandma has been such a great help to me and Wyatt this past month. Wyatt loves his Gramma!