In four weeks I left my house in a vehicle four times: twice to the pediatrician, once to the obstetric nurse, and once to buy a minivan. All the rest was rest: putter around the home. Sleep. Cuddle. Take short walks. Read. My husband took the girls abroad to their various happenings. He did the shopping, picked up the library books, got the mail, took the family to church. Baby and I stayed home.
It was glorious. I'll never forget it.
Monday morning my husband is back to work, and I am back to homemaking. I am fully prepared, physically and emotionally.
I trust that a new rhythm will come, and that I will enter into it with a glad heart.