i'm flooded with emotions as i sit next to h. we are at children's hospital. she has an iv in her arm and is receiving migraine medicine - torodol, benadryl, and reglan. Really... for a 4 yr old??? Migraines already! i hoped my girls wouldn't suffer from these painful, tedious headaches.
i promised h going into our 12-hour hospital ordeal that she wouldn't need a shot. children's hospital made a liar out of me! the nurse started preping her just moments into a much needed rest. with a tourniquet already around her arm, a sleepy h woke to say, "please don't give me a shot." after promising a trip to ghepettos to buy a toy of her choice she sat up and with crocodile tears streaming down her face said, "ok, just a little one, alright?" her easy going nature continues to inspire and amaze me and my *particular* nature. i'm grateful to report that she has been pain-free for several hours. i pray that this is a one-time event. no one should ever have to experience watching their child suffer... heartbreaking.
6.09.2011
6.08.2011
Solidarity 80s Rock
i need some! at least once a week i pick the kids up from preschool to find my 3-yr old (a.) wearing a 5t shirt with her beep beeps hanging out and my 4-yr old's (h.) little booty smashed into 3t pants and a 2t crop top (apparently making a come back in our household). i've alway believed in letting the kids dress themselves; it builds confidence and allows them to individualize. i wish i could say i'm puzzled on how an 80s rock band gets past my husband some mornings...
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