"Kiss My Hand, please."

This week has been a tough week for Sabrina. Monday started with a trip to the doctor's office when Sabrina woke up with a whoopy cough and super high fever. The doctor thought Sabrina had liquid in her lungs, so she sent us down for x-rays. The trauma was not in the actually zapping of the x-rays but in the contraption Sabrina had to sit on and then be "viced" into place so her lungs were not blocked by her arms. "I feel your pain" was really going through my mind as our daughter cried in fear of the contraption. Needless to say, she did not have pneumonia or any other breathing disorder. So, round the clock infant drops to reduce the fever.

Yesterday the trauma was found at Grandma and Grandpa's house when she shut a kitchen door and pinched the side of her hand which bled. We tried getting a bandage on. She took it off. Grandma bandaged a bear to show bandages were not scary. She didn't buy it. I put a bandage on my hand to model wearing a bandage. She picked at the wrap but did not want anything on her own hand. Neosporin was all we could put on her wound with the help of tricky Grandpa. This morning the wound looks better and there is a curiosity to band-aids but the closest we get is kissing the hand. Sabrina plays and then suddenly realizes that her hand hurts and runs over for a kiss. Then as if magically better, she runs off to play.