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Monday Update: 12/19/05

Blessings for the day:
Our weekend at home went WONDERFULLY!!! We got home early in the afternoon on Saturday and had a great afternoon. After a while, we decided to try the basement stairs! We took our time and got down the stairs safely in one piece. In physical therapy, we had been practicing stairs with the railing on our right side (as if we were going out of our house), so it was a little trickier going down the basement stairs which has a railing on the left side. We had to sit down on the steps a few times to rest…but after a few tries, we finally made it. We walked over to his recliner and he spent the rest of the evening relaxing in it! We ordered a pizza and watched a few movies…including National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (which we LOVE)! It was a great evening!

We made our move upstairs around 9:00 or so and had no trouble at all. He got all ready for bed, got up in there, laid on his tummy, and snuggled in for the night. I think he actually slept better than I did! I was just on edge, worrying that he was comfy and ok. He rolled over in the night to his back, and then on his side…but didn’t remember doing either, so it was good he had no trouble getting comfortable.

Sunday we slept in a little and took our time getting around. Matt used our new shower bench and had himself a nice shower! Then we ordered Jimmy John’s for lunch and took a snooze on the couch. Matt’s grandparents came for a visit in the afternoon and brought him some yummy peanut butter cookies.

It was good to have him at home and work on things around the house. I realized how I’m going to have to change my ‘system’ for cooking meals etc. Everything is just going to take more time…and I have to allow for that. Everyone who knows me, knows that I am not the most patient person…and as my friend Sarah would say, I have ‘time issues’ and hate to be late! HA! Either way, it is going to take me a while to get used to slowing things down a bit, and planning ahead more. I know we’ll adjust though!

We are now on the downhill slide to discharge and are SO excited!!! Everyone here is making their final preparations for his last few therapy sessions etc. Matt is so happy he only has one more full day of therapy here and then he’s ready to go! Yahoo! His outpatient therapy schedule is going to be a little screwy these first few weeks as everyone works around the holidays…but I will let everyone know how it pans out.
Matt is really looking forward to spending time with friends and family at home, as am I. We look forward to welcoming in the New Year together…with hope and anticipation for a wonderful 2006.

Last year we sent out a happy little Christmas letter, full of pictures and stories about what we had been up to in 2004. This year, my heart wasn’t in the story-telling mood, and I just haven’t had any time for Christmas cards. Even though we won’t be sending out any cards this year, I hope you all know that we wish you a wonderful Christmas season and a happy New Year!


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