For some reason I felt this urge to write down this series of events so I could put it into Abby's album some day when I get to 2009! Then after I wanted to share it with my friends because I am so proud to be her mommy! I can't believe it's been so long since I have been on here. Well, who am I kidding? I know it's been forever. Oh well right?
***A few days ago, I took this picture of you. So grown-up. I posted it on the computer and everyone said you looked like a teenager. Today we had to take you to the dr so they could fix your tongue; I was a nervous wreck because I did not want you to be hurting. Dad and Ethan came too. We talked about it and I sugar coated it as much as possible. When people asked you what was going to happen. You would just say “I’m getting my tongue cut!” I would immediately say,” Not your tongue…the thing under your tongue.” From day one it was no big deal to you.
We went into the room and while you listened to my IPOD, your appt was delayed over 40 minutes. I was dying! I started to text our family to keep me busy. You were chillin’ in the dental chair singing your heart away. Once we went into the actual room, you started to get a little bit nervous. You were very hesitant to put the nose mask on that would give you the “laughing gas”, so I put it on first and told you it smelled like strawberries and you were all over it. You followed all the dr’s instructions to the tee! I couldn’t believe it. We really didn’t have to hold you down much. You were so strong, and ok with everything that was going to happen. I am sure the gas helped a little. As I sat there and stroked your legs and rubbed your feet telling you that it was all going to be ok. I was in amazement at how strong you are.
Ya know, all the people including the dr’s since the day you were born said because of this tongue thing, you would have trouble nursing, NOPE, trouble speaking clearly, NOPE and trouble rolling your “r”s, NOPE…I should know by now that nothing is going to hold you down. Towards the end of the procedure, things got a little rough. Daddy and I switched places and when it was all said and done, you held onto Black Cat and Daddy and we headed to Totally Toppings for your frozen yogurt. You weren’t even sad you couldn’t have any toppings. You even told me, “This is my new favorite.” Oh ya, I of course began my bribing attempts for good behavior awhile back. I’ll take you to Target, Toys R Us and get you some Barbies? Some Ponies? And you shot them all down. You wanted your nails painted and your hair cut. Amazing…although I have to say that Papa Mike said he would buy you a prize and you asked for the Barbie Dream House. I guess you know that with mommy and daddy it’s “realistic” and with Papa it’s “anything goes”! We headed home with Mommy feeling queasy and exhausted and you ready to conquer the next mountain! Wow, what an awesome gift it will be to watch you grow! Because today you are only 5 yrs old. I can’t wait to see what’s next! I love you AMAZING Daughter of mine!
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