Home from the hospital

I came home from the hospital on a Friday. Chris was working, so my mom picked me up and I went to my sister Cindy's. Chris picked me up on his way home. The drive home was unpleasant, but I was so happy to come home. I missed my house and dogs. I missed an important note. At this point we are still worried Chris may go on strike October 1st. We had no savings so it would be a hardship for sure. A guy Chris worked with before had some side jobs he would pay Chris to work on. I told Chris no. He was planning on going Saturday after work and leaving me with the kids all day and evening. Well, Chris decided to do it anyway. I was livid. LaRita, being a 13 year old girl, was mad she had to watch her brother. She was completely obnoxious all day and night. The surgery made me really super emotional and it was difficult to say the least. Gray wanted to climb on me all day, because he had missed me. By the time Chris got home I was fit to be tied. I lost it on him. His defense was, "you act like it's all about you." Go ahead read it again, I'll wait. I completely lost my mind. He later apologized, but it took me quite a while to get over it. I think he was just overwhelmed too. Usually, Chris is a great husband, but he kind of freaks out when I am incapacitated. It was the same after my c-section. For the next week I was on a clear liquid diet. I really just drank water. Nothing else was appealing. After a week I went in for my check up and they removed the staples from my incisions and took out the drain. I was so scared that taking out the drain would hurt, but I barely felt it.