My sister is down for a visit from interstate, and I have been trying to explain to her how I have been feeling now that Sheena is well and happy. It took me ages to work out how to articulate it. I am constantly amazed at every little smile, and I regularly say to Hubby, 'can you believe how sick she was?' It isn't post-traumatic shock, because it is a positive feeling, but I think that I went on auto-pilot while she was so poorly, and didn't fully recognise how baaaad she was. It was too desperate to fully acknowledge it. Anyway, after regularly trying to get Aunty Christy to praise Sheena, by saying, Isn't she great now, and Isn't she cute now etc etc, I eventually worked out how to explain my feelings. Extreme RELIEF. I was so terrified when she was sick, that it was that for life. Some kids don't recover from what she had. They either don't make it, or don't develop. As I said, it was literally terrifying. I know that my mum knows exactly how I feel, as she was with Sheena and I when she was at her worst. She completely agrees with me, that the feeling is relief. I wonder when this will pass, but it is only 3 months on.
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I can tell a difference in Sheena just from the pictures you've posted! I can just imagine how you feel getting to see the transformation day by day!
I wasn't reading when Sheena was not well and happy, but I can only imagine the relief. And I'm so glad you get to experience it.
what a sweet pea she is...i love seeing her so happy now!!
You can certianly see her improvement in the great pics you've been posting lately. As for that RELIEF I know just what you mean and I still get it along with an icy cold shiver down my spine when I think back to when Hannah was the sickest baby in Westmead's ICU and we thought we would lose her - relief after such pure terror seems to take a long time to go but isn't it just a wonderful feeling???
I agree with all of the above.
Who is that gorgeous woman in the photo with Sheena.... wait a minute that is me!!!
It's so good to know she's improving. I remember when Meg was fighting for her life and all I wanted, with every fibre of my being, was for her to live. From then on, the DS seemed so insignificant.
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