Three days post op

Last night was tough.  While we did get moved out of ICU that means less checking in by nurses.
By the time the kids came up he had overdone it to the point past exhaustion.  He knew it...but now the recovery is harder.
The kids were here for only a short time and he couldn't catch his breath.  It was scary for them.  I was just angry that he had pushed himself so hard.
I get it.  He wants to leave.  Believe me I want to leave too, but I want to be able to take care of him when he gets home too.  I will have to be the nurse at home that I was last night.  Up most the night monitoring pain and trips to the bathroom.  I want to be sure that he has progressed a little bit more before that when he comes home.
Megan and my parents came up and spent a majority of the morning/afternoon so I could go to work and then home to take a 2 hr nap.
When I got back here tonight he is doing ok but still so weak and tired.  I know it just takes time but they think we may go home tomorrow and I'm just not ready for that.
Our spirits are still high and we know that the healing is going well.  We have jumped so many hurdles.  Even though we know we have a long way to still go we know that he is doing remarkably well....it just is going to take a long time.