Friday, May 22, 2009
I was dreading today. Poor little Isla was so out of it yesterday, I just couldn't handle it.
Isla slept without moving until 2am. Once she called out to me, but that's it. Didn't roll over, didn't move her head, just slept. I kept checking on her, gently waking her to ask if she needed anything, but she kept saying no.
I didn't get to sleep until after 11.30 - I just couldn't stop running through the days events over and over again in my mind.
2.30am, Isla woke up and said to Ian, "I don't want to sleep anymore". And with that, she's been up since (it's almost 7pm now) and has shown no signs of being tired. It's like she's caught up on a lifetime of sleep deprivation and is finally AWAKE.
I've never seen her look so bright, never seen her in such a good mood. She's been an angel all day. She's spent hours colouring in, and has made me a card because she loves me.
I asked her what she remembered about being at the hospital yesterday, she said "Umm, I did colouring in and stickers, then I had a little sleep". That's all. My prayers had been answered. She doesn't remember having the sedation medicine, she doesn't remember her bloody nose, she doesn't remember having her x-ray, or the morphine injection. She remembers sleeping. She remembers eating some chips. That's all.
No pain in her legs today, she's walked really well, but has had random falls more so today than in the past. She called my Mum and said, "Nana, I was really brave at the hospital, so can I have a present?".
Mum bought her a Dora Memory game. She's played it about a billion times already.