Poor Lily

 Thursday, April 21, 2011

This is phrase I often hear out of Adam's mouth anytime Lily cries, which is usually only when I try to put her to bed.  Most of the time I respond with "Poor Lily? No, poor Mommy." Since I am always the one up at night, changing the diapers, wiping the nose, I like to feel sorry for myself.  However today Lily gets all the pity.

She went in for her 12 month check-up and here are the stats:

Height - 29.7 - 56%
Weight - 20. 25 - 28% (Finally enough for a "big girl car seat!")

Now the sad part. After getting two shots, the doctor told me Lily had to go for a blood draw! I didn't even know they did blood draws on healthy babies.  So we went to the lab, where I had to hold Lily down while the technician found her little vein and stuck her with a needle that looked way to big.  I couldn't look, but Lily was screaming and whimpering and I almost cried too. 

Needless to say, poor Lily.

1 comments:

Brittany April 22, 2011 at 8:39 PM  

why did they have to draw blood? i would cry too and i'm 324 months old!! :)

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