I feel like we're just now coming out of our little hovel.
Cora's been home from the hospital for almost a week, but I was hit pretty hard during her 4-day hospital stay. Today, after 10 days of being sick, I finally ventured out of the house.
So that makes two weeks lost to sickness. As scary as it is obsessing over your baby's breathing, and as helpless as you feel stuck in the hospital, or sitting at home feeling miserable, there's nothing like coming out the other side. I admit that I still can't smell anything or walk very fast, and that Cora still has an amoxicillin rash marking up her cute little face. But we are definitely on our way to well, and happy to be here.
Today we ventured to a park for some happy swing time and went on a glorious walk. Last night we had dinner with my Dad, who was in town for a seminar.
Otherwise, life has been on hold.
I am looking forward to the adventure of spring, to warmer days and time spent outside. To trips to see family and friends, time spent camping, and a summer road trip or two.
And to appreciating many, many more of these smiles.