Effie
After a restless sleep, I woke up around eight in the morning feeling tired as hell. My dreams were plagued with memories that I still couldn't remember. It was like everyone that I had was from far away, fuzzy and blurry. I couldn't remember anything or anyone still, and it bugged the hell out of me.
I hated that I still wasn't able to remember my son, but I was hopeful that my memories would come back to me soon. The doctor said that I still had some swelling, and after it went down, I would probably remember everything. So I just needed to be patient and wait for the swelling to go down. That was easier said than done. Especially when I couldn't remember the most important person in my life.
My son was such an adorable baby and always so happy. Grams sat with me last night a
