Growing Pains

With Grace's upcoming surgery, we have a few pre-opp appointments. Today was blood work. Awesome! I was not doing this one alone; enter Daddy. Grace was in a good mood when I picked her up from school, which made me happy but extraordinarily guilty at the same time. Happy, because I always love to see her happy and guilty because I knew that beautiful smile would be short lived. We sat and played in the car for a little while waiting for Dad. She was so excited, she never gets to just crawl around the car.


But as with everything the car became old news, and we decided to walk around inside. We had some crackers and apple juice while we waited and Grace was hamming it up for all the passing nurses. When Daddy got there we headed down the long hall to the place I'm sure Grace would describe as, "the bad place." As soon as we walked into the little white room, she stared to come unglued. From the time I laid her on the table until the time I picked her up, not that I ever let her go, she screamed like she was on fire. We both cried, but Dad held it together. As I watched the nurse stick my precious baby in the arm and wiggle the needle around, all I wanted to do, besides take Grace and run, was punch this woman in her mouth. I know it's awful, and she really was very nice, but she made my child bleed... on purpose. Grace didn't appreciate her kind attitude. Once I was holding her again, she would turn to look at the nurse and let out little screams before turning back to me and Jared. She did it repeatedly, she wanted her to know she was mad. But once we left and Grace had her juice all was right with her world.

She was too cute showing off her battle wound before bathtime.