I had a dr’s appointment today. This is just one of about 7 appointments in the first two post-partum months. Yay for me. Anyway, this one was with Dr. Adam, my ob-gyn. All is well. He’s really such a great doctor, and I am very grateful for the care I’ve received under him.

I am feeling really good. I’m starting to get a fairly length mental to-do list, and don’t know where to start. I am still on call to nurse MANY times a day, so right now, all of my projects are just thoughts. I spend my days thinking about it all, because it’s hard to nurse and clean, or paint, or sew. Ok, well it’s hard to nurse and do much but think! I am not chomping at the bit for Damara to “hurry up and learn to be content”, because this is most likely our last baby, unless God intervenes otherwise (which I’m so totally not opposed to ), so I content myself with thinking through my plans several times whilst holding my precious growing-to-fast daughter. I have some household projects that I need to complete, others that I could put off indefinitely. Some of the items that I’m considering have actually caught me by surprise, as they aren’t particularly activities that I have considered myself much interested in before now, or haven’t had to time to even consider whether I would be interested. Fun hobbies, things I’ve dabbled into in the past, home improvements…it’s all floating around in my brain. Waiting until I have the gift of time. I used to say “If I can’t take the time, I must make the time.” This all connects with homeschooling as well. I know that this year, and for many years following, my busyness with the kids schooling will increase. But that doesn’t mean my need or desire for these projects will disappear. I have to be more deliberate in saving some time in my day or week to indulge.

And one other thing that I definitely want to, and NEED to, improve on taking - or making - time for, is a quiet time with my Saviour every day. I have often struggled with this, and want to do better. I need it so badly. I know I am doing what I’m called to, but it is a calling that requires a lot from me, and the only way I’ll be able to do this with all my heart, soul, mind, body and strength is to throw myself into God, and draw the things I need from His character. I can’t do it on my own. And that’s what I say to those who ask “How do you do it?”

It’s nice to be well enough to even think ahead like this. For a while, all I wanted to do was go into my room, close the door, and crawl under the covers….forever. I truly didn’t know when - or if - I’d feel normal again. And not just physically. Emotionally I was done in as well. Mentally I couldn’t process anything beyond that very moment I was in, and when, oh when, was I going to get my next nap. So it is a wonderful thing to feel well again. And not just well, but deeply, joyously alive! I have survived in my entire being, the most physically challenging experience of my life, and I am filled with a thankfulness to God for the blessings - and Blessings - in my life.