Twelve weeks!

It seems like forever ago that we walked into the hospital at 5:30 a.m., with the sky still dark, and Mom excited about finally getting new knees. I can still picture her walking down the hall to her room in her cute light blue jeans and matching sparkly shirt, and I can still remember saying goodbye to her as they wheeled her away, all snuggled under a warm blanket. Bit by bit and day by day, she's making progress towards where she used to be.

Today Mom worked at holding a fork and getting food to her mouth, and wanted to do it without help. Dad is so cute to help her just enough so she is successful. She is actually eating more than she did in the hospital, and the PEG line is not really necessary. Her sweet personality shines through, and also her independent streak! And there is no reasoning with her when she has her mind made up about something. But that just shows that she is making great improvements, so we'll take it. She is doing amazingly well getting up from a sitting position, and since she gets up every few minutes to move to a different seat or walk to a different room, she's getting lots and lots of practice! She is also getting more steady walking around, so we don't feel as if we need to hover near as much as we did on Saturday - for which I'm sure she's grateful!

Mom also enjoyed looking through some of her photos which were taken in the early summer. She had them all packed up to work on during her supposed 3 day stay after surgery. I guess 84 days later is a bit of a stretch, but it's exciting to see her doing something she loved to do before.

We're still trying to figure out options to give Dad a bit of a break, but he is hanging in there. He deserves the Nobel peace prize for all his efforts, and I learn so much just watching him. Way to go, Dad!!!