Our Doctor and every single person that had been through this procedure before me who I cried on the phone to or sent frantic messages keep saying to me “It will get better. I promise. Just like *that* she will get better.”
And you know what?
Yesterday she would not get off me. All day. She slept and whinged and cried and was generally miserable just when I thought we were turning a corner with her. I was frustrated and saddened by the whole thing. And then this morning when she woke up a whole 7 days after her operation, a whole 168 hours later, she was better. Not 100%, but a whole lot better than she has been and at last just a bit like her old stuff.
Except she is even better than her old self. She has grown up, I can tell. She is older and a little street wiser. She’s certainly braver. And when she sleeps, well you can’t hear her. And once the very last bit of pain disappears I know, I just know she will sleep soundly. And she will never have pain in her throat in her lifetime. She won’t stop breathing. She’ll just be the little well girl she should be.
And that? Well, it makes up for every single shitty one of those 168 hours we have just been through. It really does. Now, where is my champagne?
I knew she was better the very minute that dress ups and music were called for. This was the song that Harper asked to dance to. I love her. And she’s right…in my life everything is wonderful.