Phooey on Pooey

Todd's encouragement and over-animated "Wow!" as I experience poo progression is just about as helpful as was his hand on my shoulder while saying the word "Release" during Eve's delivery.  Thanks for trying babe.  But sometimes a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta doo doo.  

Door closed.

Feeling better.

They have mentioned home.  

Friday/Saturday or Saturday/Sunday.

I have three darling, wise, different doctors.  

They were each essential, beautiful parts of my recovery surgery and I love them.

1- Dr Miyagi the Urologist

2- My real-live, shamrock sock wearing, Irish brogue speaking bowel doctor

3- My plastic surgeon (who is going to discover a safer way to stitch up c-sections and teach it to ob's across the world so Accreta rates drop! Really, he can!)

I have no idea when I'm going home.  :)

Um.  Hello!!

While standing nearby and exclaiming "Wow!" might not be particularly helpful, keeping housekeeping males out of the bathroom while I um, finish a blog, and rest a bit IS very helpful.

Next time.  ;)

Life with plumbing is a little better!!