Left in this rather inconvenient situation, I did what most people do; I rallied the troops. (My Mom's immediate response was that I had lost too much weight after P2 was born and therefore didn't have enough padding. Love you, Mom.) Princess 1 went off to the dayhome as she usually does on Fridays. At about 8 am, my amazing sister in law, LittleMissBossy, stopped by to work her physio magic. Poor LMB often gets called on when family members are down but I was so very grateful to see her in my immobile state. She poked and prodded, told me that my SI joint was jammed and taped me up. When she left I felt better. Not great but better. At 9:30, my Dad showed up to help with the heavy lifting by which I mean Princess 2. Babies can be unpredictable and P2 slept until almost noon.
She did get some quality time with her Dido (grandpa) after she woke up. Isn't it an amazing thing to see your parents interact with your children. There is just love and laughter. My parents don't have to worry about discipline or diet, behavior or consequences. They just get to play.
At 1pm, the Dude showed up and did baby duty for the rest of the day. I'm feeling a bit better today and I think by Monday, I'll be able to handle my troops alone.
I'm so glad my family lives close and are so willing to help out in an emergency.
Just don't tell them I hurt my back while sitting and knitting.