I have been home recovering for a few days already.  Besides being tired and pretty sore from my procedure, I’m doing well.  I have spent hardly any time on the computer since last Wednesday night.  So today, I am making my return back to the business, the blog, and correspondence.  I have about thirty emails to respond to.  

From first look, it appears that this second heart procedure finished off what the first one failed to correct fully.  This recovery was definitely slower for me, since I was put completely under, as opposed to just consciously sedated.  Apparently it’s much harder on the body.    

I have been overwhelmingly blessed with love these past five days.  My parents stayed for three days to help out, friends visited in the hospital, and food has been brought to us by amazing people every day.  James has been keeping things running smoothly.  My heart is completely full of thanks.  

The boys have been wonderful.  We’ve been totally laid back around here.  Recovering sort of feels like laziness to me, but there’s really no way around it.  I’m so used to going all the time–being productive, moving, straightening, playing, editing, finding ways to move forward.  But laying down on the couch all day feels very foreign to me.  Carter has been amazing, and playing by himself for long periods of time.  Mostly looking at books.  Over and over and over.  Yesterday, he started saying Uh-Oh, which I think made my heart burst with just plain happiness because it might have been the cutest thing ever.  

So today, I will continue to take it easy.  I will dream about spring cleaning and getting ourselves organized.  Dream about green trees and blue skies and yellow daffodils that are starting to poke out of the ground next to our house.  I will enjoy a slow day.  Trying to remember that life is not always about moving a million miles an hour.  There’s always another day for that.