Some times it's hard being a mom.

Kind of an update from yesterday. Emily was really good she didn't fight me once going into the doctor's office or in the exam room. The nurse pricked her finger to check her blood count (I didn't know how to spell the technical word for it) and she didn't cry once. She has a big wart on the third finger of her right hand and the doctor put liquid Nitrate on it and she didn't cry or anything. I was hoping when the time came for shots that she would do OK. She got all 5 of the shots needed for Kindergarten so she wouldn't have to have any more shots for 8 years. Anyway she got 2 shots in her right thigh, one in her left thigh, one in her right arm and one in her left arm. She started crying with the first two shots (two nurses double up, so the shots get over quicker). The third shot as she was now screaming she looked at me with big crocodile tears streaming down her face. Pain reflected on her face and a question of how I could let them do this to her in her eyes. It broke my heart and I about started crying along with her. She came through it like a trooper. After the nurse gave her a coupon for a free ice cream cone from the local drug store, she was still upset and calmed down when I asked if she wanted to talk to her Daddy. She told her Daddy everything that happened and after she talked to him she was fine. Never underestimate how talking to Daddy after a traumatic event can make things better for a little girl (especially a Daddy's Girl). She still has the band aids on her legs she says they hurt but she runs and jumps like she did before shots so I am certain they don't hurt any more.