The kids are in bed, so I have more time to elaborate on my previous post. As I mentioned, I’ve been noticing Laura getting unexplained bruises. She is a very cautious and safe child. She won’t even go down the slide on the swing set unless she is holding your hands. I have no clue how these bruises keep appearing. I finally made her an appointment to see the doctor. Warren had his 1 year appointment, so we just stuck her in the slot right before. We made it through the blood draw. It was just a finger poke. We didn’t have to use the butterfly needle and find a vein, thankfully. However, you’d think that’s what we did to the poor girl. She fought it the entire time, even before they pricked her finger.
Now is the hard part. I hate the waiting. My mind keeps going to the worst case scenarios. I’m bracing myself to hear that my little girl is sick. I am hoping that everything is fine, but the little voice in my head is saying otherwise. I have been through cancer myself. I know how painful it can be at times. I know the feelings that are so hard to understand. I know how it is to be so different. I have always said I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I am praying that my little girl doesn’t have to go through it. I am hoping that it could be as simple as a vitamin deficiency or something like that. The results should be in tomorrow afternoon. If there is anything unusual, then Dr. Steinmetz will call me.
In my head I know that worrying isn’t going to change anything. The results will be the same whether I worry or not. That isn’t stopping me though. I am hoping that I can sleep tonight. Robert hasn’t expressed much thoughts/feelings on the issue. I don’t know what he is thinking right now. I just know that I’m scared for my baby girl until I get some answers.