Being right outside was no better. She screamed and cried for what seemed like hours (in actuality it was about two minutes) and I sobbed along with her the whole time. When she was finished I nursed her and we headed home. As soon as we got in the car it was like nothing had happened; she was back to her old happy self. I, on the other hand, was traumatized all day long. Every time I think about those little screams I start to tear up...I blame pregnancy.
|It's okay Mommy, don't cry!|
|My brave, strong girl|
|Needles can't get me down - back to playing!|
I am such a wimp. This was worse for me than it was for her. So now we wait for the results, and hope for the best.