The whole month, pretty much.
With that bug we got.
And it wasn't so bad.
It was cold.
We were spoiled by kind humans with more meals.
I'm still not 100%, but I'm apparently not hurting anyone by goin' places.
Aside from watching a heckofalot of movies (let's be honest, it happened), here is some of what we did to fill the quaratine weeks:
Here I've laid down on the couch with the Moby still on because I could not bear the thought of Mia waking up when I birthed her from my wrap. Also happening here: the big girls are in bed. I should go to sleep at these times, but I don't straight away...because after each day comes to a close I think, "I'm tired, but I want to do something quiet now that doesn't feel like treading water," and so I forgo sleep. Probably stupid. Probably why I'm sick for four times as long as I should be.
It is good to go out again. But sickness and all, it wasn't the worst winter. I've done my best to savour Mia's newness in amongst all of the laundry, eye drops and tissues. Her scrumminess and the oxytocin no doubt worked wonders at keeping smiles in circulation.
I'm still tired. But I am so very, very grateful, for this life of mine. Oh, girls, you warm me up, and I'll remember all of this (/waving a hand up over the photos in the post) much longer than I'll remember the sight of your eyes crusted over with goop. (Yes, conjuncti' was on our list of "experiences" for July. But I beat that pesky and persistent beast! I WON!)