I mentally cast aside the list of errands, chores and play dates we'd scheduled for the day, and adjusted instead to the more immediate needs of a sick little girl. We spent the hours migrating around the house with a pile of blankets and books. I held her and she slept. I typed one-handed e-mails. I held a novel with one hand and turned the pages with my mouth. I fell asleep with her and woke with her. During her naps I maneuvered to lay her down without disturbing her. And I laughed to myself, remembering the earliest weeks and months of Wren's life, when so many hours passed in exactly this same way.
I'm currently 15 weeks along with the newest addition to our current trio. It's been a much different pregnancy than the first one, with a lot more sickness and a lot more fatigue (hence my long hiatus from this space). But this week has seemed like a bit of a turning point, and I am enjoying increased energy/interest in anything beyond laying in bed.
Today is Sunday. Wren's fever broke yesterday and her unbounded energy returned. Luke just took her to dig up some roots for a tincture and she is eager to hold the basket for him. And as my own energy is returning, I'm catching up on some sewing and writing.
|Luke shows Wren how to eat persimmon|
All the while we're feeling eager and expectant about the many and varied changes that the coming year will bring. And preparing ourselves to welcome a second little soul into our collective life.