I absolutely love this image the girls captured yesterday. I can’t seem to catch any of these moments in person this week, so pictures are the next best thing.
Today was actually the first time I’ve seen Mom awake since Sunday (and Sunday was not a good day). When I got there around 5:30p, she was awake, but just barely. She was staring at the ceiling, which I haven’t seen in a couple of weeks, but when she does that, she always looks very peaceful and content. I would love to know what she sees up there, because there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s something beautiful.
As I held her hand and stroked her hair, she fell in and out of a light sleep, but she didn’t have any reaction to me at all. Even when she did look at me a few times, it was as though she was looking through me. Blank stare. As time went on, I could see signs of agitation. I think my being there was getting on her nerves – she seemed to just want to be left alone to relax, so I didn’t stay too long. I really hope we can have some good moments together this weekend.
On the bright side, she has slept all night the past two nights – in her bed. She didn’t do much screaming today, and she smiled a few times while Emily was there. It’s been long enough now that I can’t imagine she will start eating normally again, but they’ve been leaving a plate of grapes, crackers, and such on the table, and she picks here and there. She did have a piece of toast this morning. I can’t get over the weight that she’s lost. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this thin; she has always had tiny wrists, but now there’s nothing to them…