The Comforts of Home
It has been soooo nice to be home. Well, my mom’s home, actually. But still, not the hospital. No beeping. No constant activity. No constant scrutiny. No hurry up and wait.
We’ve been setting our own schedule and doing things on our timetable. We’ve been avoiding people, because we can. We’ve been just chilling out, playing with toys and watching tv. I slept in a queen sized bed last night!!!! And I had a hot shower!!!! And there was one glorious hour where I didn’t share my space with anyone else. It really is the simple things that make life grand.
Zen Baby is enjoying being out of hospital, I think. Although our nurses are all lovely women, they are still the people who hold her down and do things to her. So she’s justifiably not too keen on them. So, much though I like them, I like not being around them even more.
Diva Girl is being 6. She was more worried that our return would mean an end to swimming and sleeping at the hotel than overjoyed with our return. And the inner accountant that lies deep in the heart of all children has been awakened and is tabulating the gifts to ensure proper parity. But I’m sure she missed us. Lord knows I missed her.
I have so much more to say, but I also have a 6 year old to snuggle, a one year old to nurse and parents to reassure. So maybe more later. And as always, thanks for the prayers, vibes, and kindnesses. I always appreciate your posts. May the universe bless you all in whatever way makes sense to you.