Jon's been doing really well - recovering a little bit more every day. He's still hobbling around like an old man, and groans whenever he coughs or laughs, but he's definitely on the mend.
I, on the other hand, have barely been hanging on. I've been in "survival mode" as my PT puts it, this past week. Work is extremely busy, and waiting on my husband has been a tiny bit draining. But, the worst of it all was Callum decided to start teething. Literally, TO. THE. DAY. that Jon was cut open (and lo and behold couldn't pick up the kids anymore).
Callum has had his last four teeth (the canines) missing for a very long time - I don't remember how long but it's probably been at least 6 months, if not longer. So late last week, those remaining four teeth decided to come in. All at once. Poor guy is in uncomfortable pain, crying out without any warning at all, wanting to be held at all hours of the day and night. And, I've got no one to help me juggle it all.
So yeah, love these little boogers to the point that I wouldn't hesitate to throw myself