I know, I'm whining. Really, the recovery is going well -- today I stopped the real painkillers entirely, and got through the day with just a few ibuprofens; I'm not sure I'll even need those tomorrow. Still, the hardest thing is remembering not to do too much.
Well, that and sick children (everyone here has colds) who insist on climbing on me. They are hard too. Kavi is being very good about not climbing me, but is also very cranky and refusing to nap or go to bed, I suspect in part because it's upsetting having mama be sick. She's trying, poor thing. But she is very trying. Anand is not good at all about avoiding climbing on me, and he has, in fact, head-butted my poor sore breast more than once out of sheer exuberance. Kev has been trying to run interference, but there's only so much he can do, especially with the semester starting soon and work deadlines rearing their heads. Well, we'll manage.
Tonight, Anand kept waking up, so I'm taking him into my bed for the next few hours, until Kev finishes his work and comes to bed; hopefully I can sleep and not have my breasts mauled by a coughing, flailing child. The girls (my breasts, not my children) are strapped back into the bra o'doom, so that will hopefully help.