Mostly, the hours sing by every day. He's an entirely new child, removed from the stress and boredom of hospital life. He explores the entire house in great detail whenever he's not stuffing his little face with exciting new foods. He's almost always in a fantastic mood.
I'm experiencing various emotions hourly. I wrap his happy little self around me as much as possible. Once in a while I feel sadness for those who aren't as lucky as us creep into my bubble. It seems that just as quickly as we were dumped into the middle of this vast community borne of necessity, we breezed right out. Faces of children and parents we've come to know haunt me. This is yet another example of when superpowers would come in really handy.
I'm excited to get my business rolling again and fearful that my first real chance at lighting it up full time might flop. I've tried twice before to go full time, but road blocks spelling out K-A-L-E-B have shut me down. I don't have any hard feelings about that, rather I'm simply trying to soak in the wholesome goodness that is him. I don't want to become so busy that I miss out on things. The worst thing for me would be for my head to become so wrapped up in work that I can't see this precious gift that is my family right in front of me. A very wonderful soul already taught me the joy of appreciating every moment in its singular entirety and I don't want to lose that lesson to ambition again.
It's almost an out-of-body experience, being home and finished. We still have a few appointments and minor surgeries. There's a strong sense of inertia, like a canon has shot us out into open air and we need to learn how to use our wings all over again. We're really enjoying settling new patterns and are so happy that we're not where we were professionally before this all started. The tingling fears of taking risks are settled with gut feelings of assuredness that this is our correct path. We love being entrepreneurs, are organised and conservative with our lifestyle and already feel healthier without the career stressors of past days.
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