She cried so many tears

I took Abby in for her 15 month check up.

To say that she hated it would be the understatement of the year.

She vacillated between crying and screaming the entire time.

With good cause I might add.

Abby is a "Mommy and Daddy Girl."

Meaning, in the realm of adults, we are pretty much the only two that she likes.

She will eventually warm up to other people, but in reality, it is the two of use that hold her heart.

(I kind of like it. Who am I kidding, I LOVE it!)

That being said, visiting the doctor is just short of torture for her.

Ainsley doesn't really like new people either.

We now have a new pediatrician AND he is a BOY!

Ainsley is especially shy around men.

The majority of the appointment Ainsley was hiding underneath chairs or in the corner.

Abby on the other hand was crying on my lap the entire time.

She cried with everything.

Listening to her heart.

Looking in her ears.

Checking her hernia.

Checking her lymph nodes.

Measuring her.

Weighing her.

You get the picture, right?

She also had to get her flu booster shot.

Poor thing cried and cried.

The big crocodile tears that slip down her cheeks and land on your lap.

The tears that when she looks at you you want to cry along with her.

Those tears were nothing, I repeat NOTHING compared to what came next.

They had to draw blood to check her lead levels since we live in an older home.

My heart broke y'all, like into a million billion gazillion pieces.

Luckily she only had to be poked once, good veins, PRAISE THE LORD.

All in all, she is well and excelling.

Homegirl is FINALLY above 20 pounds, yes she is 15 months.

She is our tiniest by far.

She has caught up on all of her milestones and is now exceeding for her age.

The morning wore her out so much that she had fallen asleep in the car before we had even left the parking lot.

All of this showed me yet again how very blessed we are for healthy children.

I read blogs and hear of people who have sick kids that are fighting for their lives.

I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and the fear that this must bring.

I praise the Lord for the gifts that He has given us.

For our children.

For health.

It makes all of the little things in life that are annoying or difficult seem that much smaller.

It makes my complaints seem so inconsequential.