Little Miss Princess

Dear Liddy,

You are sleeping. Peacefully. Sprawled out as much as your poor battered little body can be. Arms flung over your head. Legs all a jumble amid blankets hastily kicked off your precious tiny feet.

You are wrapped up with a blanket around your middle, not because you are cold, but because you are beginning to be your old wily self, yanking any type of wire or tube that falls into your ninja hands. 

Your opinions of your horrible treatment at the hands of all of these strangers who wake you up to mess with you, give you yucky medicine, poke and prod you, and starve you for days is getting louder and louder. No longer the weak little cries of a few short days ago. Now your little lungs are full of air and you are MAD AS HELL. Oooh. Somebody is definitely going to pay for their mistreatment of the Princess. I just hope that somebody isn't me. 

I truly wonder what is going through your mind. I'm betting it's pretty confusing. You had Mommy and Daddy pretty well trained. And somehow you went to sleep on Thursday and woke up in a different era. We don't pick you up when you cry. We don't feed you before you really get hungry. Darn! All that hard work straight down the drain. Now you'll have to start all over again. *sigh*

I got the chance to hold you yesterday, after three (well, almost 4) loooonnnggg days. You knew. You knew without a doubt it was coming and morphed from a little wildcat into a picture of peace and serenity. When they laid you in my arms, your eyes widened and met mine. You snuggled right in, forgiving me every single transgression, and forgetting that you were hungry, just for the sheer pleasure of cuddles. You laid there, nestled against me, for almost an hour, and returned to your little bed a changed baby. Gone was the wild woman, replaced by what appeared to be an angel to me. :) 

Daddy even got in on the action later in the evening....

But you made him work harder for it than you did me.

Your skin now carries a new found blush of pink. I never realized that the reason you were so pale was because of your heart. I guess I always thought that it was an inheritance from your namesake Nana, and another indication of your future status as a red-head. Now you have the flush of healthy, well oxygenated tissue and you are more beautiful than ever.

I can't wait to post a picture of you with that bright, familiar smile. It's getting closer to coming back every day. I just pray that we, including you, Little Miss In A Big Hurry, have the patience to make it there, without losing what little grasp on sanity that we have left. HA!

Loving you so much,

Mommy