No, this isn't a public service announcement. I actually avoid and postpone immunizations as long as I can.
Doesn't she look so delicate? You who know and love Abbey know she is anything but delicate. My little pixie is usually so feisty, daring, and full of energy and life. Sleep is always met with varying degrees of resistance--why succumb to sleep when there is so much to explore and destroy. So it was bittersweet to look at my sleeping mermaid, zonked out on my bed as I studied this afternoon. It was nice to have her close and calm, but then I would look at that little bandaid on her thigh and remember it's probably a little drug induced. Poor baby. I hate sitting in the doctor's office with Abbey happily reading a book, not knowing what's coming. They always ask "Mom, are you doing ok?" No! You have needles! Just get me out of here.
An excerpt from Justin's prayer at dinner tonight:
"Please bless Abbey's body that it will be able to handle the virus agents that have been introduced into her system." Closely followed by, "And please bless Ashley to be more reverent during my prayers."