You would think that the minute I said goodbye to Evie last Friday it would have hit me... she was having brain surgery. Her head was going to change shape. It was going to swell. She was going to be in pain. She will have a big scar across her head. Her eyes will be bruised for a while. She isn't going to feel too great. She's going to need extra loving. This isn't going to be easy.
I had a few little crying moments at the hospital... but today was the first time I really cried. We have been out and about since Wednesday, seeing neighbors, going to the store, going to the pediatrician... and how many times can you say "oh, she had brain surgery" without falling apart? About two days worth of times. I'm not sure why I thought things were going to get back to normal so quickly. It's just going to take some time.
It's hard to get looks of sadness when people look at Eve, only because they don't know where we may have been... or could be without treatment. It's hard for strangers to understand how WELL Evie is doing when all they can see is a giant scar and a little girl with two black eyes. If only I could sum up her extraordinary life in a few seconds.
it WILL get better. So thanks for praying, listening, encouraging, crying with me.
Love you friends.