Day +29: ANZAC Day = First Full Day @ Home

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.

Thank you, brave soldiers, for defending our country, for fighting the good fight, for your courage and valour.

To a lot of Australians, ANZAC Day is a day to honour our brave servicemen and servicewomen who had served their country in war and conflicts. It is a day of recognition for those who are still serving locally and overseas. It is a day of celebration and remembrance.

To a lot of other Australians, ANZAC Day is a public holiday, to be celebrated with a lot of beers and a lot of games of two-up.

To us, it was our first day at home together as a family post transplant.

I celebrated the occasion with a salubrious sleep in until 10am. I celebrated some more with a nap from 11.30am till nearly 3pm. And Sean celebrated with an almost 3 hour nap too.

Jonathan celebrated our first day together as a family by looking after Sean on his own. Giving Sean all his medicines, feeding Sean, changing Sean's nappies, playing with Sean. All the while, I slept.

We had nowhere to go, nowhere we needed to be, no appointments to be kept. We spent all day at home. In our pyjamas. And it was lovely.

Seriously, I slept the day away. By the time I felt like I was rested, half the day was gone. My body must have needed the rest, and my darling husband was more than happy for me to rest and recuperate however my body deemed fit.

Late in the afternoon, I decided to make a hearty chicken soup for dinner. The air was becoming quite cold in the afternoons, and I wanted some comfort food. This was the only useful thing I did all day - cook dinner. Jonathan had taken care of everything else, and I felt a little bit guilty that I had rested while he put the dishes and the laundry away and looked after our little man. I ended up making a huge pot of hearty chicken soup, with plenty of leftovers for lunches and dinners later in the week. Sean enjoyed the soup too, eating the tender chicken pieces and the warming goodness of the soup mix and pasta, and his new favourite, the soft carrot pieces.

Jonathan returns to work tomorrow, and Sean and I need to head back to Clinic on our own tomorrow. Hopefully, Sean will have a good night tonight - he's not had a great sleep the last few nights, waking with a blocked nose. I wonder how long it will be before Sean will get use to his room and sleep through the night again.