So today Travis had his vasectomy. We only planned on having two children and have been successful with that task, so now we have the new task of not getting pregnant ever, ever, ever again. I had a C-section with both of my children and since my last pregnancy was so difficult, I told my doctor to please tie me up. She was a little apprehensive about making me sterile, but I was ALL for it. Now you may be asking yourself, “why does Travis need a vasectomy when Jolene has gotten her tubes tied?” Simple…we are very fertile and I am taking all precautions to never become pregnant again. That, and if I went through the pain of two surgeries for our children, the least he can do is get his balls cut into.
Okay, he’s going to read this and roll his eyes, but it has to be said…I think that what he is going through is soooooo much easier than what I had to go through and I only feel marginally sorry for him. Don’t get me wrong, I know he is in pain and I am happy to nurse him back to health, but I kinda don’t feel bad for him. I mean, after the C-section, everyone just expects you to be on the ball, take care of the new child and not be in any real pain and not really have any true recovery. You have to instantly take care of another human being and there is no rest and recovery…NONE! So, he is upstairs being cared for and not taking care of the children, not having to get out of bed except for going to the restroom and he can sleep as much as he wants…I don’t really feel sorry for him. I think it’s like being on a little mini vacation. Now given, it’s a painful vacation, but a vacation nonetheless.
And, on top of it all he chose Easter weekend, when Brook was off of school and I have to be super Mom because the Easter Bunny has to be here with bells on, I have to cook Easter dinner and I have to make sure she gets an amazing Easter egg hunt. Thank god Blake is only 8 weeks old because I couldn’t do it for both of them right now.
Hopefully in a couple of days we will all be back to normal and hopefully I will survive being the sole parent. To all you single Mommies out there, hats off to you, I do not envy the extra work you put in on a daily basis. Oh, and to all the men out there…you totally couldn’t go through nine months of being pregnant, followed by whatever delivery that you end up with, followed by not having any real recovery. You couldn’t do it!
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