Today, while getting ready for her weekly injections, I asked Emma what song she wanted me to sing to her as a distraction. She said, "No. Emma sing it."
So, while I injected foul methotrexate into her arm, she sang the ABCs happily and didn't put up a fight. Then, while she watched me inject icky Enbrel into her leg, she sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and didn't put up a fight.
When it was all over I was very aware of my heart pounding.
Dealing with a screaming, crying toddler while getting a shot makes sense. It isn't fun for a parent, but it seems normal that these small, fragile people should hurt when stabbed with a needle.
Watching my brave, resilient toddler get two shots without flinching breaks my heart a little. No two year old should have to be so strong. I can only imagine the kind of strength she will develop as she grows.
| Em & Winter |
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