Although thus far I’ve been limited to two 20 minute wheelchair privileges a day, I was given an extended pass to be wheeled down into the basement for their 2 hour New Mothers class. It was from 6:30-8:30pm and Milton attended with me. It was the last session in their six week series and we didn’t know what they would be discussing. As we wheeled our way down to room with able-bodied pregnant women, we were handed a baby doll (that looked nothing like us). 1) It was a baby girl 2) She had blue eyes 3) she had blonde hair. Milton obviously is not the father, and either am I.
Topic of the day: Infant Massage. Yes you read that correctly, we learned different techniques on how to massage our bundle of boy. We learned the heart technique along with milk the cow and the airplane. We can even help the baby get rid of gas. I would have much rather learned how to change a diaper, suggestions for breastfeeding etc… but Milton and I left with a certificate of completion in Infant Massage.
All of my symptoms have been improving. All of my IVs are gone. I just get monitored twice a day and I can eat whatever I want. Today I was even told that I could take a wheelchair ride twice a day for 20 minutes. HOORAY!
After watching a Palm Sunday church service on television, Milton and I decided to go on a walking date. Well, make that strolling date. He wheeled me downstairs and we went around the entire block of the hospital. It felt good to see the sunlight and move around. We saw a great patch of tulips. It wasn’t necessarily the smoothest ride and Baby Turner did kick some while in route, but I definitely appreciated the opportunity.
I thought about the people that live their entire life in a wheelchair with someone pushing them around and how difficult it must be on both individuals. I still have full use of all of my limbs and am just temporarily inconvenienced. Baby Turner is good, I am good, Milton is good – everything is going to be alright!