at amalea's 5 year old doctor appointment the moment came upon us when the shots were to be given. the nurses were armed with 2 syringes each, poised and ready to jab away into amalea's tender little triceps. isabel was on a step-stool directly in front of amalea, facing her. mom stood behind isabel holding onto amalea's hands. 2 shots, amalea instantly wailing. isabel was looking up into amalea's face crying out, "ama, ama". isabel was terrified for her big sister. it was utterly miserable. helpless. mom started crying for the pain of her little girls. then 2 more shots and nothing could be done to help the horrid situation other than more weeping. the nurses left the still crying girls, but not before handing us a box of tissues. the 3 girls just held onto one another for comfort for a while.
contributing to why mom was even more so tortured was that before the doctor had left the room (lucky guy wasn't around for the stabbing) he had mentioned that the child you put into kindergarten is not the same child you get out.
the child you put into kindergarten is not the same child you get out. (so here come the spicy eyes as the thought re-sinks in.)
so we all survived. and here are some a few days after the ordeal photos to prove it. our beautiful little girls.
1 comment:
You girls are so cute and dramatic!
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