Have I mentioned how brave my small girl is? Braver than her mother that's for sure. This was pointed out to me by Dida. True.
She has needed some blood tests to try and see what the heck she's reacting to. So there's been a long list of blood needing to be drawn and a skin prick test to do. And have I ever mentioned (maybe 400 times or so) that I am needle phobic? Maybe something to do with having about a million needles poked in me over the last couple of years.
So getting my little girl with tiny chubby arms to the clinic have been quite a trial. My Mom came to the rescue and came along on Friday. Turns out they only did the skin prick test as the whole caboodle would have been too much in one go. And she didn't even cry through it all. And yes, I (shamefully) did.
Dida took her along on Sat for the actual blood draws and she was so brave. She did cry but it didn't last long. She came home with a tiny plaster on one small chubby arm and pointed it out to me. Cute face.
I am so glad that you are here! Make yourself at home, grab a cup of coffee and put your feet up.
This is the story of me and those I love. I have journeyed (and often stumbled!) through infertility, adoption, egg donation and motherhood.
I am so grateful to be a wife and finally a mother! I thank God continually for the blessings He has given me. I love my life and my God!