Momma is here. Momma will always hear you.
I gather her up and give her a firm hug and a barrage of kisses. I tuck her in all snuggly wuggly. I kiss her cow and tuck him? her? in too. I stand over her crib and pray for my child. She hasn't been herself since the MRI. She is clingy, wary, scared to be awake and alone in the safe haven of her crib. She is moody with Daddy, enjoying his games, but then suddenly getting frustrated.
We worry about her, yes, but we are almost certain that this too will pass. She needs to regain her sense of security. We have seen more glimpses of our real Selena lately then before. So for now, we watch and pray. And give her little surprises, like a blinking little tree for her own room, and one at Nanna's with ornaments that she can touch! And I sing. I sing to her over and over. The song below has become a favorite -- but I substitute "When I am Afraid." for the last verse.