Missing Shayna

It's getting harder and harder just playing with an inanimate doll.  The nurses and I personify her like Nahum and I did when she was still in the womb.  I like being with her, just holding her hand or massaging her legs but I want to play with her again, see her pick up her basketball, or just hold her.  The doctors think it'll probably be Sunday when they close her if her deflation goes according to plan.  I'll be able to hold her and feed her and she'll be able to interact with life again soon enough, but the waiting is hard.

I guess I'll just have to enjoy the full nights of sleep that I get and the fact that I have so much control over my time.  I better use it to go for a nice long walk tomorrow in the "park" next to the hospital.

I forgot to share her lastest learning experience.  She can drink out of a sippy cup as of the wee morning hours of Tuesday  Dec 1.  I stopped feeding her just after midnight, but (after talking with a certain doctor back home) new that water wouldn't do any harm or cause as much trouble if I was caught so contiued to give that up to 5am.  What a life saver that was!  I ask her, "do you want some water?" and she'd open her mouth like before.  I'd squirt some in then take the spout out till she'd opened her mouth again.  She'd been clamping down on the mouth piece so I decided to leave it in.  Low and behold, she started sucking water out.  She'd drink then settle against my chest for some more sleeping.  Just having that helped settle her a lot.