My Little Girl


The nurse put the turnicate around her arm and she just looked down at it. The child life specialist tried to distract her with a book and a magic wand toy. I saw the blue vein at the bend of her arm. I had my arm around her waist and held her tight. I held her wrist down. We all knew what was coming. I gritted my teeth  and closed my eyes.  "Good job," she said to the nurse.

I opened my eyes as he put the bandaid on her arm. No tears. No screaming. She didn't even flinch. My baby who had a monster shoved in her belly is a beast herself!

Last time we were at St. Louis Children's Hospital, we had a stroller, giant diaper bag, toys and the list goes on and on. This visit was much more simplified with just a small bag. 

Lucy had a chest X-ray. Last time she had one she laid down on the table. Apparently big girls sit up for X-rays. Ugh. Another example that my baby is gone and I have a little girl. 

She can reach the elevator buttons now too. I know... I'm being ridiculous. I can't help it. 

Did I mention that this is the first time she slept with me instead of a Pack-N-Play in the room we stayed at last night? 

With all of my emotions running high, I'm relieved that Lucy's AFP was less than 2. 

Ding Ding the monster is still dead.