I missed a season. It was summer when bedrest began and now the fall is waning outside my window. Before long, it will truly be winter. I noticed that the leaves were just past peak on my drive home from the hospital. Mike tells me they were beautiful during the week we were in the hospital.
The rhythm of the humidifier and Sarah's quiet breathing..
I am so glad to have traded the schedule of the NICU for the rhythm of home We're nursing happily around the clock, as often as this sweet baby wants.
My kitchen is beginning to come to life again. Patrick made bolognese sauce this afternoon.
I had a baby on the vigil of All Saint's Day. Time stood still.
my bathrobe. I need to get dressed but I have a feeling my wardrobe choices will be very limited this morning. Maternity clothes are too big. Regular clothes are too small.
back posts. I'm writing all out of order, trying to go back and journal the last few weeks.
Towards a real education ...
Everyone who is old enough is reading the Dr. Sears Premature Baby Book.
In October, the letters on the mantel spelled "PATIENCE." For November, we will spell "GRATEFUL." All of this was planned many, many months ago. But it sure takes on a whole new meaning now.
When I was eighteen weeks pregnant and I first learned I had placenta previa, I asked God to show me what He wanted for a fast. Since I was already sticking very closely to a super healthy diet, I wasn't looking for food or drink. God pointed me to my google reader. I cut out several blogs and drastically reduced my reading time. Yesterday, I poked around a bit and caught up on what I'd been missing. Also, after spending the post-election week completely away from the computer, I had 700+ entries under my "political blogs" tab. I read very few of those before deleting the whole bunch of them. Sometimes, when I fast, I find out I've actually formed a good habit. Fewer blogs to read is a good habit, I think.
for a peaceful babymoon.
it's well past time to put in order many of the things I never even saw when I was on bedrest.
One of my favorite things ...
the smell of a newborn.
a perpetually grumpy fourteen-year-old boy who appreciates the smell of a newborn and says he wants to bottle it.
The pediatrician for Sarah today and the midwife for me on Friday. Other than that, it's all cuddling, all the time.