I hate mother guilt.
Sirri is in her room right now, probably kicking and screaming and feeling so alone and scared because the nurses are having to put in a catheter. She hasn't gone to the bathroom in almost 24 hours and so....
Anyway, here I sit in the computer room cause I couldn't stand to be in there while they did that to her. I left before they woke her up. I just didn't want Sirri to think I was on the side of the "bad guys," as she sees it. But, now I feel guilty that I'm not in there comforting her. (Though, I don't know how holding her arms down is much comfort.)
Ack. This is the tough stuff.