lazy day at home

Alternating between that cheery look, and this tired, worn out demeanor:

We are grateful to be home, resting and recuperating in our own place.  Emma is doing so well.  


She had a full night's sleep snuggled up next to me in bed.  I can't tell you where Jim slept as we were long abed before he was.  Train wreck was my emotional fortitude be evening.  Thank goodness for a new day!


We are off the tylenol with codeine and trying simply tylenol.  She is so stoic and keeps denying any pain at all so I am doing my best to translate between the lines.  


Lots of this:

and this:

today.

Good for the body and the spirit.  

My mom has been an amazing help.  She is incredible, really, and seems to simply find what needs doing or who needs help.  Last night while I sat prone and melting in a chair desperately attempting to muster the focus to get through the last hourish to bedtime- which included a bevy of activities I won't bore you with- she had Anna and Emma snuggled in on the couch reading books.  They were occupied and delighted, and the house was quiet with Cooper working on homework and mom reading.  I pretended nothing else was happening.

Today Emma's managed very small meals of chicken noodle soup {yes, for those of you who know my charming ~ and opinionated ~ quirk...it was Campbell's} and a tidbit of scrambled eggs.  Our doctor moved her directly from a liquid only diet to soft diet right there in the hospital.  Floored me.  

She is very tentative with eating, chewing, speaking etc.  Understandably. I'm so grateful she has her own slow pace in the recovery.

It is so gloriously warm outside {for Minnesota in February} that we took the world's slowest jaunt around one block and came back home to collapse on the couch.  Good healing fresh air!  She mimicked a bird along the way, displaying the chipper we know and love in her sweet spirit.  

Now Emma's watching a little video and I'm typing this out.  I feel better today even though I was aware of waking with each rustle she made last night, be it of cover or stirring of breath. She slept beautifully.  I'm so glad.  Answered prayer for sure!

So goes the day!  I am already looking forward to a delicious lunch of balsamic roasted squash and fennel soup.  Can't wait to eat it!  Afterwards, I'm sure I will be restored to my full glory, and look just like myself again...

Don't I look incredible?

Ha.  That accidentally uploaded off of my desktop.  A picture I keep to remind myself I do like short hair on the days when I start feeling boy-ish and miss the tresses of yesterday.

As if you were dying to know that. 

Actually, short hair is a bit of my signature statement.  I find myself in angst when it is long feeling not quite right.  Not that you needed to know that either.

Clearly, I am still a bit tired.  Right.

Onward!

{images found here}