So my last post was about how I enjoy the time I have had to spend with my family this winter. Yesterday, I spent some of the wish it were me instead time. Poor baby girl. I hope that we can keep the scar from being too bad. She was such a trooper. At one point while she was laying there on the table, she said,"I really bad don't want stitches." I was putting pressure on her cut for the nurse, and I was shaking like mad. Tons of adrenaline! It calmed her down when I asked her if she could feel how badly I was shaking. Somehow, that brightened her day, and she gave me a little smile. Now all she can do is brag about her stitches.
