I just got shoulder surgery. Torn labrum, blah, blah, blah. The first night I came home from the hospital, my right arm was numb from the nerve blocker. It just dangled by my side. I was pretty helpless. I needed help with pretty much anything and everything. I couldn't complete even the simplest tasks. For example, tying shoe laces. Try doing that one handed; with your non-dominant hand. We got out of the car, I sat in the garage, trying to figure out how to get my shoes untied, and off. Casey, who had already gone in the house to put his shoes away, came back out to the garage, bent down in front of me... Lifted one of my legs and held it. He untied my shoe and pulled it off my foot. All without saying a word. Then he grabbed my other foot, picked it up, held it, and untied and removed that shoe too.
He also told me that he had a surprise for me. That night, I took painkillers and went to bed, assuming he forgot all about my surprise. I woke up the next morning, and wasn't allowed in the kitchen. Turns out, Da Boys decided to make me breakfast in bed. It was all Casey's idea. He needed a little of Mommy's help executing, but Sydney make sure to tell me that it was all Casey's idea. Both Da Boys served me waffles, fresh strawberries, banana, bacon and orange juice in bed.
So yeah, my shoulder hurts pretty bad right now, but my heart is melted; full of joy and pride.
