I haven't blogged too much about it because it has been so draining. We know Hannah belongs to us. We are so sad for her obvious neglect the first 22 months of her life. Someone recently remarked unbelief at how much that would affect her life as she was away from us for under two years. My comment was, "That's how severely traumatized she was those first 22 months of her life to be still facing those fears a little over a year later."
A little example of how far we have come. A few days ago Matthew accidently bumped her very lightly. When we first came home, this little incident would have sent her into a full-blown tantrum, kicking, screaming, full body on the ground for, at minimum, 15 minutes. Even a couple of weeks ago, she would have responded with screaming and stomping madly with her feet. Her response that day to Matthew's, "Oh, I am sorry, Hannah" was "That's ok." The key thing was that it really was ok and she was able to move on and let it go! We have come so far. I know from friends who have children with RAD and our experiences with Hannah, thus far, is that we will most likely go back into the valley, but for now, I am counting His blessings, as always, and thankful for each day, good or bad, knowing that His mercies are indeed new every morning.
