Well, be thinking of us today. 🙁
I have to take the Little Lady to her first visit with a Pediatric Urologist, and I’m NOT looking forward to it.
Her last urology-themed visit was painful — physically painful for her and emotionally painful for me. I had to hold her down while the doctor performed the tests. . . and while the catheter was put in (and then re-inserted . . . twice).
I’m about to cry thinking about it.
It’s absolutely awful to have little eyes looking up at you — little eyes full of terror, pain, confusion, and questions their lips are unable to ask.
To make matters worse, this time I have to go by myself. No hubby.
I don’t want to go.
But I have to. It’s the only way to make sure she gets better.
I hate this part of parenting.