Are we finished, yet?

This is day six of the stomach flu at our house, and I'm so ready for this to be over with. Poor Hannah only threw up twice today, so that's a great improvement. It's been difficult to make her feel content, but she seems to feel the best when she's being held laying on her back while having her belly rubbed. She'll whine a little, but if you put her down... she'll really start crying. It's been difficult to watch her attachment level slip back several steps. She has been avoiding eye contact and isn't trying to engage us like she usually does. Just before bed tonight she must have started feeling a little like her old self and played with us for awhile, imitating Kevin's facial expressions and some sounds. She's kept hydrated, but I think she's lost a little weight. The little chub that she gained while at home with us is missing from her cheeks and belly. When we are successful with a bottle, she'll only take four ounces instead of her usual six. I'm confident that we'll start moving back in the right direction with attachment and food as soon as we get this tummy bug to go away.

Kevin called the social worker and rescheduled our post placement visit that was supposed to happen today. Thank goodness! We've got a week to try and get everyone healthy and put back together.

I'm still working with photos from a few days ago. Here's a favorite of that singular little dimple.