Under the knife part 2

When Mr K. and I arrived home the Little Lady reduced me to tears. Mr K. picked her up and lent in with her for a cuddle and she lent in too, little arm out to go around my neck. She then lent back and touched my cheek smiling. This made my heart explode, we had missed her so much. As I cried she touched my eyes still smiling and then lent back in for a cuddle.

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Under the knife´╗┐

Gowned up and ready to go

As I write this I am sat in a hospital waiting to have surgery on my lower back and this will be the start of a tough few months. Firstly the hospital is about 400 miles away from home, so Mr K and myself travelled to London the night before my surgery leaving the Little Lady in the capable hands of my amazing mum. This was a difficult decision but we felt that Mr K. would need to be there for me for a few days and as we are lucky enough to have family so close we knew that leaving her where she is happy and comfortable was the best idea. I had a small procedure on my back when the Little Lady was 6 months old but we were only gone for a day. This time we would be away for 5 days and it would be the longest we’ve been apart. The idea of being away from her broke my heart and I was also a little apprehensive about how she would be without me because she had started to become incredibly clingy. Secondly my recovery was going to be a difficult time for all of us. 6 weeks of no picking her up followed by another 6 weeks of not lifting her car seat into the car or leaning into her cot with her in my arms. I was going to need a lot of help but hopefully all of this will just be a minor blip. 

To be continued …..