The lil one tested negative on Sunday night! YAY!! She was finally coming home after 3 weeks. The snow threw a bit of a monkey wrench into the works but Sir Steve went and picked her up and brought her home to us.
She and I spent over an hour just talking. I didn't have to coax - she just started talking and talked and talked. And the more she talked the more I felt my heart breaking.
It started with her telling me she was so scared when she got covid....... and she cried herself to sleep at night. No one checked on her or held her or reassured her.
She talked about Grandma being cranky and yelling a lot cause 'WE' said they couldn't go out. She said there was a lot of crying.
And when it came down to the birthday party for 'Big Nanny' the lil one lost her words.... I just sat quietly and let her sort it out........ (not wanting to put my emotions on her) Finally she said (and I am quoting her directly here) "it felt like my brain went out of my ears and didn't come back till late that night".
Know what I see in my mind's eye - a little vulnerable girl who found no comfort or support. I saw that a lot when I was teaching ...... and it broke my heart then...... trust me when I say my heart crumbled when I heard her stories of the last 3 weeks.
After I felt she had talked herself out - we went "shopping" for a new duvet for her new bedroom.......... and we snuggled and giggled and planned her new room. Then (because I have to live up to the reputation of the "wicked stepmother") I sent her off to her room to do some of the assignments her teacher put up for the kids to do from home due to the school closures for snow.
We had a lot of hugs and kisses and "I love you's" all day. She's gonna be ok ...... she's a strong lil girl.