Well, I'm hungry for my Sirri back.
I was just looking at the pictures of us from just over a week ago, eating our ice cream at the hospital after her first CT scan, when all this mumbo jumbo started. I almost didn't recognize her. She looks so happy and carefree and peaceful, just as a five year old should look.
Now, when I look at Sirri I see someone who is tired, in pain, and defeated. That breaks my heart.
Every time someone walks into our room, you can see Sirri tense up and fear fill her face. It seems to her that anytime someone new walks in, they do something that hurts her. And the saddest part is to watch her kick and fight and scream, yet see a look of defeat on her face because no matter how hard she fights, ultimately, she knows that she won't win and they are going to poke or prod and hurt her anyway.
As a mother that hurts the most.
I just hope that I get my baby back baby back baby back soon!