Carrie has had three surgeries since we've been married (pregnancy related ones excluded). Four if you count lasik while we were dating (I do!).
The surgery was successful. Carrie is on the mend. She's tired. She's sore. She is actually following the doctor's orders and laying down. It won't be quick, but hopefully she'll be hopping around sooner rather than later.
If you didn't know, Carrie had a meniscus tear. She hurt her knee doing something mundane weeks ago. She left it be a couple of week hoping it would heal, at first. When it didn't, she went to an orthopedist.
Carrie did a fabulous job of planning everything out. By the time I got involved she already had all her ducks in a row. Genevieve drove up to take her to the hospital and bring her home; Shane was signed up for drop-in daycare two days, Grandma slotted for a third, and then Nana and Pop have day four.
That's all for now. I've got to slip back upstairs. Shane and I have to get up early if I'm going to get to work on time.
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