My baby's all growed up. She didn't cry once. We actually made each other giggle while I stared intently at the vanilla-colored wall and tried to tune out all the nasty noises. LALALALALALALA
Thank goodness her podiatrist is so cool. She's resting comfortably, but I need to go be a mama. Since she's getting older, I don't get this opportunity too often, so I'm taking advantage. I love to baby my girls....
I'm gonna be the kinda mom I don't have, I swear. When she's 45 I'll be calling going 'Emmy did you brush your teeth today?'
I just love her so much. God forbid she ever has to have anything real done - they'll have to sedate me.
Although, (tooting my own horn) when Kayla had a febrile seizure on her first Christmas, I was completely calm, called 911, made sure she was breathing and comfortable....and only allowed myself to cry when she came around again and everything was ok. When she fell and busted her head so wide open her skull was showing, I calmly and collectively drove her to the E.R. without barfing or passing out once. (Kayla's middle name is Danger) It can be done, see....I can find it when I need it.
Anyway off I go to baby the teenager I never get to baby anymore....