And the Littlest seems to be the Strongest

Today I finally broke due to my foot pain and allowed a Dr. to put a shot in each of my heels and then wrap them for a week. I have been denying that my feet pain me from morning til night for about a year now, but it has gone on too long. Knowing that a shot was imminent, I brought along moral support in the form of a burly grown man and two boys. I was hoping that I could squeeze the burly man's hand tightly and somehow distract myself from the stinging sensation and hot pain of the shot.

I sat in the examination chair and was lifted up and into position. We had all been debating whether or not I would go forward with the shot. I have this gargantuan fear of something sharp being jabbed into my flesh and then being injected with a foreign substance. The Dr. pronounced that we needed to just do it and not talk about it at all and it would be over quickly. Before I could even agree with him a drawer was open and a needle and syringe were being drawn out and filled with a medicinal concotion. Eek. I started to hyperventilate just a bit and asked Nathan to stand by my side.

Aaron could see what was about to happen and he immediately put his fingers in his ears. This is a true sign that he is stressed and worried about something. The needle was being prepped and Aaron's eyes were getting wider. Isaac, on the other hand, had not yet looked up from his DS. Aaron looked at me with searching worried eyes and then asked to leave the room. I didn't want him to feel any more trauma so out he went shutting the door behind him.

After he left, on of my hands grabbed Nathan's arm and the other one shielded my own eyes. My breathing turned ragged and I had to force myself to breath deeply through the shot. It was over quickly and probably wasn't as bad as my mind had made it(probably). I don't even think I screamed. I did however leave claw marks on my Hubby.

When it was done, Aaron knocked on the door and timidly entered the room. It was then that it struck me that I had panicked over two shots when this little boy - although not liking to see someone else's painful procedure - has been through a lot more with much less drama than I had just shown. I have held him during multiple CAT scans, VCUG's, sonograms, pricks with needles to arms, legs and head, 6 different surgeries and those don't count the routine prodding that he receives at each Dr's. visit.

Last night, when I came home and propped myself up on the couch. Aaron is the one who came to love on me and gently touch my bandaged feet. I got a lot of kisses and hugs from him last night.