The sun shone so brightly today.

In the Winter sunshine the voices of the children’s choir lifted into the blue sky.

So blue and clear that I felt I could whisper my thoughts upwards and they would evaporate into organza swirls of white, consumed by the vastness of the day.

I am tired today and I can’t seem to pick myself up off the ground.

Fragile.

Is it possible to have the three day blues, even though there is no baby?

I think something similar happens when I retreat to my own world after the sterility of the hospital. The first few days are busy recreating normality but the third day, I always crash and burn.

Of course, scientifically, biologically, it is a known fact, that ‘fight or flight’ response. That sudden elevation in cortisol and adrenalin that pumps through the body in times of stress.

It helps us to cope.

It helps us to get through the trauma, helps us to stay upright.

If there is that high then, realistically, there must be a low.

Right?

A time when the hormones shift back to normal levels, leaving you flat, almost down.

That’s me.

The girl is not 100%  and I am watching her along.

I know the pneumonia can take up to two weeks to resolve and so I keep vigil.

Our day though has been the stuff of dreams.

Relaxed, easy hours together.

The kids playing in the green fields, happy, carefree.

You can’t ask for more than that.