Tuesday, June 15

Tuesdays Unwrapped

Today is Tuesday, the day I take Baby Girl in for her four-month shots.  Nervousness takes over and I feel my stomach knotting up at the very thought of the nurse sticking a needle into her tender little leg.  She will cry until she can't breathe and I'll pick her up, cuddle her and tell her everything will be all right.

I suppose I should be grateful that I live in this country, where good healthcare is readily available and I have health insurance (something I do not take for granted).  I suppose I should be grateful that our doctor is kind and compassionate and truly cares about our little family.  I suppose I should be grateful that the nurse is a sweetheart and will do everything in her power to make the process go as quickly as possible. 

And I am.  I am grateful for those things. I am grateful that my daughter was born healthy and happy, that she is growing contentedly, sleeps well, laughs and smiles and coos at me.  So today, as she is laid on that parchment-covered table, as the nurse holds her legs and places the injection, I'll try to focus on those things, those precious gifts that I receive from my little girl everyday.  The little side grin, the quiet giggle, the stroke of her tiny hand on my cheek. And I will continue to be grateful.

1 comment:

Louis said...

Ok that one almost made me cry. :( But you do write well.