She's been playing catch-up with sleep. It reminds me of how she was after she arrested in November. Not a day goes by that I don't think of that awful day. Maybe eventually I'll be able to push it out of my mind, but it seems that won't happen anytime soon. Anyway - when we arrived in the PICU after that incident, she slept for like 2-3 days and hardly wanted to do a thing. It seems like she's in a similar recovery mode. However, this time, she will occasionally arch her back and let out her silent cry. She's still having a difficult time, and she's still hurting. My poor girl.
There are a few moments here and there when she tries to play or be affectionate. It reminds me that she is a tough girl, and will get better. It's as if she is reassuring me. But when she and I snuggle, she often looks at me with a weak cry, telling mama all about her owies, so I can reciprocate the reassurance.
A forced smile through drugged eyes. These moments may be rare and fleeting, but they remind me that she's going to get better. She's puffy from all the fluids and steroids they're giving her.
Trying to play with Inky and Piglet. Norah is even adorable with a severe case of bed-head.