Two Months and Counting…

I have now officially been in the hospital for two months. It seems like so much has changed in that time frame! We now have the beginnings of a nursery, thanks to my family’s diligent efforts at organizing, painting, shopping and assembling. Our cat, Tommy, has gone through the five stages of grief over my sudden departure from the home. He denied my disappearance and functioned normally at first, then moved to anger and took a few mean-spirited swipes at Jim, then bargained for my return by catching many more woodland creatures than normal in the hopes I would be so pleased that I would come home, then descended into a feline depression complete with lethargy and loss of appetite, and now has finally moved to acceptance of my absence and behaves as if he never knew I existed. I am thankful that Tommy seems to have finally adjusted to the situation, but I’m now a bit sad that he seems to have forgotten all about me!

What else has changed…Jim has stepped up to the plate and reassumed the driver’s seat in our boat (which is just as well, given that I doubt I will be doing much piloting when I have two babies in tow!). He has also proven to be an excellent interior decorator, as he diligently embellishes the formerly bare spaces of my hospital room with cards, toys and baby clothes. In fact, my hospitalization has probably demanded far more flexibility and adjustment from Jim than it has from me. He hasn’t been given the luxury of laying in bed, reading all day. He’s had to juggle work, home and hospital life, and constantly field phone calls from a wife who would be quite content to chat on the phone with him all day. So three cheers for Jim, my wonderful husband and an incredible father-to-be!