Week one- I see a leg, but I can't feel a leg

My first week post surgery was difficult to say the least, I gained almost 20 pounds of fluid and my leg was huge. As a female stepping on the scale to see that killed me. Vain, yes, but I decided I was so out of it that I could give myself a break for that one.

I could not move my leg at all and for a long time my hip and thigh had no feeling accept for the burning and tightness. I couldn't move it though and that was scary.

 My mom did my stretching, I wanted to push it and tried to on my own, but without being able to get a grip on it I struggled. Not being able to drive or really help with Mollie, Mikey and Emi (my nieces and nephews whom I nanny) was hard too. I wasn't allowed to lift the kids or let then touch my legs (guess how well that worked!) I hate needing help but even worse I hate not being able to help others. I did get visits from them though and this is what I got to see. How could all of this "cute" not motivate you?

 Needless to say week one was one of the hardest out of the bunch. None the less this tough week was something I was enormously blessed with, I knew that it could only get better and my family loving on me was such a gift.

My long time friend Sadie and my mom made sure to make my room beautiful and lift my spirits with these lovely flowers =] I am a lucky lady!

Next up week 2!