Last week I was cleared to drive by my doctor 6 weeks after my C section. I didn't realise how much I missed my freedom until I got out and about. Now I am able to take my girls to the park (our closest was too far to walk with the pram whilst recovering from the operation) and pop to Tesco to pick up some bits without a chaperone. It feels great.
At the weekend I drove down to my mum's for a two night sleepover. We had a fab time and while she worked on Saturday we visited my Grandparents, my Brother and my Auntie. It was so lovely showing my new little girl off in her little outfits as she smiled at her family then jumping into the car and off to our next visit.
This is all very different to when I had Little E three years ago. I could barely walk to the car at 7 weeks post natal after a botched forceps delivery left me completely battered and requiring treatment for nearly two years. Pushing the trolley around Tesco was torture back then and by the time I reached the tills I was hunched over in agony. You'll never see my birth story on my blog because it is all still too hard to think about and I can't even see an advert for One Born Every Minute without feeling queezy but my battle to get an elective C section with Little I is well documented in my pregnancy diary posts if you'd like to read more.
As I write this post we have been out this morning and will be going out for a walk after lunch to make the most of the sunshine this afternoon. I'm not taking this freedom for granted, I know what the alternative is so I am saying a big 'thank you' for the change this time around and siezing it with both hands.
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