The morning dawned bright and early as Sarah's IV induced "nap" yesterday made her think that 3:30am was a good time to get up. I managed to stall her off for an hour but when she started to make her way downstairs, I figured I better follow. I sleepily made a coffee for me and a bowl of oatmeal for Sarah. We snuggled on the couch watching Netflix movies for the next hour.
It has been a very long time since I've had the feeling of a sleeping little person in my arms and it was pure joy.
When she woke up, she was insistent on a peanut butter sandwich and after checking with my sister in law, decided that it would be alright for her to have it. It was as if that was the boost she needed to get through the afternoon. She downed a couple cups of iced tea (whatever works!) and has been both playing and watching movies for the remainder of the day. I think she's recovering nicely although she's insisting on me being near her all the time. I think she's suffering from a slight case of post traumatic stress, which in her case is completely understandable. I am thankful that each day will arrive with a little more healing and she'll continue to feel better.