I am writing this very quickly while anxiously opening and closing the oven a lot - I know it's Christmas because even just for the four of us we seem to be at least one oven short to squeeze the ridiculous amount of food we have got in...for the two of us and effectively one child (Rose still nil by mouth no idea why) so anticipating an afternoon of groaning and holding our stomachs... Which is all EXACTLY AS IT SHOULD BE - we're here, we've made it, we're not in hospital! In the end we didn't even have the stomach to phone Stanmore - knowing that once we had made the call they would be duty bound to have a look at her so we have opted for painkillers and reassurance and staying cosy at home. The pain and bruising has settled down and although she has lost a bit of range of movement we are hoping that will come back within a week or so - and we can always get it x rayed next week.
We have had the week we prayed for - friends and family coming to us and us to them and although last night Simon and I both wobbled badly as we stuffed stockings and left out the mince pies for Santa today we are all euphorically, ecstatically happy. Too painful to look back, too scary to look forward we struggled to stay in the moment but today we are back on track - Simon is in his rightful place on Christmas Day with a glass of champagne in one hand and a screwdriver and batteries in the other, Felix running around from room to room playing with everything as he unwraps it, and Rose is just happy for the ceasefire in physio and hasn't moved since six o clock this morning. Heightened emotions all round - so grateful to be here, to all be together and nothing can take it away. We've spoken to all the family and lots of friends but the door is locked, the drawbridge up and we are selfishly revelling in being just the four of us! Happy Christmas to everyone we know and love - hope Santa brings you everything you've ever wanted!
