Nevara
Four days after giving birth, the physician finally admitted there was nothing left for him to complain about.
He had examined me that morning before reluctantly declaring me completely recovered. No soreness. No lingering weakness. No restrictions beyond the exhaustion that naturally came with having a newborn who believed sleeping for more than two hours at a time was unnecessary.
Thoren had taken the news somewhat better.
He no longer followed me to the bathroom.
Progress.
The last few days had passed inside our bedroom in a strange little bubble of feeding, sleeping, recovering, and family constantly drifting through.
Mom and Dad came every day. Jonas and Noah appeared whenever someone allowed them through the door, usually carrying something Shelly had absolutely no use
