I caught up on some reading and gardening, and enjoyed the early spring sunshine. I quickly got used to changing her nappies and keeping on top of the laundry. And initially, I was actually amused by the sudden change in my husband. It wasn’t that he’d been unhappy before Sabina arrived, but he was certainly much happier now. He came home for lunch and made it look easy to eat a messy salad sandwich with one hand while he nursed her with the other. He often got up to her when she cried at night, and every day he came home with something from the stores . . . generally toys, which I continually told him that she would not need while she was with us, but he just shrugged and said she could take them with her when she went to her real parents. Grae kept the house stocked with formula and nappies and had some kind of automatic instinct about caring for her. If she was unsettled, he somehow seemed to know why. As the days stretched into a second week, I began to suspect that somehow, I was lacking that instinct.
