It took 9 months, 3 days , but it finally happened. When I was comforting E after a spill and her Daddy walked into the room, she stayed with me instead of reaching for him. My heart is healing!
And, for the first time (this, too, took more than nine months), E was willing to talk about when I was in the hospital with K for more than two weeks. She said, "And I would wake up in the morning and say, 'Where is my Mom?'"
It never occurred to me that she needed to process for this long, or that she would remember the specifics of that situation. She is an amazing child, with complicated feelings and thoughts, and I am lucky to be her Mom.
