A New Room

Angelee has a new bedroom.  Her baby brothers grew too smart to stay in Mom's bedroom.  As they stir in the middle of the night, they knew that Mom was right there, sleeping in the bed across the room.  Dinner was only a a little wail away.  As a result of baby feeding, baby feeding, and Angelee's nightmares, I've been seriously sleep-deprived.  I'm only a few minutes away from hallucinations.  Unfortunately, the closest  bedroom to mine is Angelee's.  And the next closest bedroom is all the way downstairs.

Angelee's nightmares started at the accident.  I can't say that I blame her - I can't imagine many more scary situations.  Many times, she just cries out, but sometimes it's a horrific scream.  Her daddy and I rush to her bedside, trying to calm the frenzied girl, the galloping heart, and the shaking.  Her last dream had to do with a scary car (?) which burst through the front door, came down the hall to her room and growled at her before falling down the stairs.  She will often reenact the events for us over the next few days, as it clearly terrifies her.  Fortunately, her bad dreams have been getting fewer and overall milder, or I wouldn't think of moving her away from me.

With the exception of her first night in the hospital, she has never been away from us.  From the night of her peaceful birth at home, she has been where I, or her daddy, could hear her breathe.  I'm excited, and sad, that my baby girl is growing up.

Last night was her first night in her new room.  She slept wonderfully.  Her bed is only two hops away from her most caring brother, with two night-lights and a door that squeaks if she tried to wander.  I hate having her so far away, but it's working out.  She loves her freshly-painted new space, and the dresser where she can reach all the drawers.  And she is so happy to get in her "tiny little bed."  Sleep well, my little angel.

What Gets Under Your Skin?

The first little blue line we saw in the scar in front of Angelee's ear has disappeared.  The line was really one of the stitches that the surgeon had used to sew up the layers of tissue inside her noggin before they put her skin back on.  The line looked darker blue for a couple of days, and now - it's gone.  I guess that stitch worked its way up and out.

The other little blue stitch, over the top of her ear, took a bit longer.  I was brushing Angelee's hair today - she'll let me do it now, if I'm gentle and distract her - when I noticed a dark blue thread just sitting there.  I brushed at it with my fingertip, and it came off.  No hole, no blood, no evidence that this little bit of foreign matter had ever been under her skin.  I wish all the little things that get under my skin would resolve so neatly and quietly... maybe I just shouldn't let them in to begin with!