Instead, I found myself very nauseous and popping pain pills the first three days. I finally told myself no more.. ride out the pain. It wasn't too bad after I did that. Still sore and swollen.. but better than being comatose.
Let me tell you what was torture. TORTURE, was having my Mom (the worldwide family appointed chef), cooking her entire stay.
Then my grandma (1st gen appointed chef) flys in from Texas and joins in.
I'm "recovering" on the couch all the while smelling chicken being fried, pho simmering, banh mi toasting, buttery eggs-in-a-basket grilling, chicken and peppers marinating, rice frying, biscuits baking, oh-the-fruit-is-too-ripe-so-better-make-muffins baking, coleslaw slicing, chop-suey stirring, and kau yuk crackling.
Okay, I'm actually responsible for the last two... but OH MY GOSH! Don't ever get banded and have your Mom and Nana during recovery! I'm totally kidding, but talk about being faced with your demons!
Truthfully, I would not have recovered so quickly had they not been here. I was able to sleep comfortably knowing my husband and babies were well taken care of. And fed!!
Everyone returned to their homes yesterday. My son summed it up perfectly when he tearfully said "Aww, now it's just gonna be us again!" Pouty face. Pouty house.
But in true Mama and Nana fashion.. they left a refrigerator, freezer, and pantry overflowing with food to hold us for the next month. And now that I'm banded.. it will probably hold us 'til May!
I love the way they love.
(I'm posting from my phone, not sure how layout of pic would be. But pictured.. Is the best sapasui and kau yuk you will ever have!! I'm trying to find room in the freezer for the meat. Manapua making someday soon!)
