change in the air

yesterday was an emotionally grueling day, being gone from home for 8 solid hours, the exhaustion while having someone in a hospital 60 miles away and watching over advocacy on her behalf is beyond description, the fuel being the safety and care and well-being of my daughter. the call came at about 10am notifying me she was being transferred to another ward, the new ward is in fact one that is able to use the outside basketball courtyard area. we'll see how it goes, the transition went smoothly, while my daughter held my hand with a grip so firm, she hasn't held my hand like that since she was small--she was shaking and i told her she was OK. as we wound through the corridors to the new ward, she was terrified, and once she got to the new ward we sat with her. i had written a note telling her she was going to be moved and she read it and tucked it away in a notebook she has filled with numbers from her mind. that increases under stress. i hope she slept ok last night, and of course i am anxious to see her progress in the new ward, with all opportunities given to her, that could happen.