Day 3 Post Transplant

 One of Base camps Tracey; the living room sofa so I can keep my beady eye on what 'my boys' are doing whilst I'm incapacitated.They seem to be doing pretty damn fine!

Isn't he just gorgeous!

Reflections;Day 4th Post Transplant

I remember it was somewhere around this time,probably Day 3 or 4 in the early hours of the morning waking to a strange feeling. I woke up feeling 'loved up'.I can only liken it to when I had my babies and and on about day three having this gush of love towards them, abit like really knowing they were mine, a part of me and here to stay It had echoes of this feeling and I remember putting my hand over my new kidney and feeling almost like my body was somehow embracing or loving my new kidney.All I know was I felt reassured and happy! Its beginning to sink in that my life has changing. Its really difficult balancing my hopefulness with the cautiousness that I fear that my body could reject my new kidney.Superstition underlined by old sayings like 'don't be counting your chickens before there hatched' are around balanced by this 'loved up' feeling. 

Marts still not managed to visit me as hes been poorly with the sleepy bowel, But I've visited him.The medics are sorting him out with extra IV fluids and the threat of an enema has apparently worked wonders. That bowel of his is well on the way to waking up fully.He's feeling tons better and wants to go home.Every time I've seen him since the transplant he's filed up with emotion.Its funny you kind of think you'll know how you'll be but neither one of us realized the emotional impact of it, and indeed the physical impact .Even though we were well informed  as to what we may expect the lived experience is so  much more 3 dimensional.Me thinks there's a few roller coasters coming up here.

  This was the only time I bruised when bloods were being taken and I think it was because I was dehydrated so the nurse had found it hard to get a vein. I really hate having my bloods taken but the staff are excellent at it.

I can move abit better as more tubes come out.Still experiencing waves of nausea.As you can see I have a new best friend...the disposable vomit bowl!

The boys visiting me whilst the girls are visiting Martyn.

I notice folk aren't saying how much we look alike Jen on days like this.