“Do you still have pain?” Carolina asked.
“Only a little.”
“Fatigue?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve had such trouble sleeping.”
“That’s common with a new baby,” Carolina informed her.
The young mother had passed a restless night, troubled not so much by a hungry baby as by her burning desire for her husband. Even now the sunlight streaming through the wide-open bedroom window can’t hold a tenth the heat, she thought, smiling at the sound of birds chirping and the distant shouts of workers in the fields and vineyards. Life goes on, and I’m so thankful to be part of it.
Even now the sunlight streaming through the wide-open bedroom window can’t hold a tenth the heatLife goes on, and I’m so thankful to be part of it.“And how is your boy?”
Rosalind beamed as she held up her son to the midwife’s view. “
