This morning, Eldest went back to school for the first time since early November. Just for the morning; so as not to tire her out. It's a gradual getting-back-to-normal process.
Things are settling down: now Eldest is no longer confined to bed, we are eating at the table instead of perching around her with dinner-trays on our laps. The other day I went to Dunelm Mill and spent a gazillion pounds on cushions, in an attempt to pretend that the electric hospital bed in our tiny living room - still needed for daytime physio - is actually a perfectly acceptable day bed. The metal cot sides detract from the look, but you can't have everything.
The children are back in their own room. (Littlest refused to sleep in the bunk bed alone, and slept on the sofa next to her sister for six weeks. Any fears we might have that sleeping in the same room would wear off in a couple of weeks have been delightfully unfounded.)
A lot has changed due to Eldest's surgery, and though we can glimpse now what the benefits may well be, there's a lot of road to travel yet. But life is often topsy-turvy; it's time to start focusing on what's normal, not what's not.
And to thank you all for your patience and your kind words during this particular Winter of Weird. Receiving comments from people I have never met, showing such affection and hope for our family, has been incredible.