A Goose, a Bug and a Bee!

Today has been quite an adventurous day. It started a couple weeks ago when Malia mentioned to us wanting to "maybe" get her ears pierced. I took her one evening to the mall to check out the earrings that were available (a much bigger selection than I had when I was five--and even when I was 18!). So she looked, and decided she wasn't ready, and we went home. Fast forward to today. She said to us she'd like to go back and look at earrings, so we went. Justin came along and she showed him the earrings she liked, and then Pressley chimed in and said she wanted to show us the earrings she liked too. Then she announced that she wanted to get her ears pierced. I was sure she would back out. Nope. She was bouncing through the mall..."I wanna get my ears peered!" I looked at Justin...I'm not ready for this...and at the same time, she wanted to do it, so I didn't really want to discourage her...and Malia wasn't interested. It's not that often that Pressley really, truly gets to do something on her own. She copies everything that Malia does. So, Justin signed the paper and Pressley jumped in the chair. No fear. The lady cleaned her ears, placed the dots and pulled the trigger. Then the tears stared to stream down her face...which caused the tears to stream down my face. After the tears stopped, she was very proud of herself and couldn't wait to call everyone and tell them. I must say, I am feeling a bit of buyer's remorse...ha ha! Oh well...it would have happened eventually anyway...and I must say, I am proud of Malia for not "feeling pressured" to pierce her ears and follow along just because Pressley did it. Though I think she may feel a bit of remorse of her own, as she's told Pressley about 100 times today how cute she looks with her new earrings.

So...that was my morning. My afternoon was spent getting flu shots for the girls. No fun. And poor Pressley..."shots" in her ears followed by a shot in the leg. So here I am...sitting in the doctor's office with three little girls in need of a shot. I'm thinking to myself...who in the world is going to go first, and to my surprise, Malia volunteered. She said, "I'll go first since I'm the big sister". This is the same little girl who will fight with Pressley over who gets their hair shampooed first because she doesn't want to, or will argue over who gets out of the shower first because she doesn't want to...so of coarse I was shocked that she would offer to take the bullet to get a shot! Especially because I could see the fear all over her face. So it begins....1st shot. Tears. Isabella is next. Tears. Pressley's turn. She started crying after Malia went. By the time it was her turn, not just tears. Screaming. Jumping up and down, crying and screaming, "I'm scared!!!". She wouldn't sit on my lap, so I had to lay down on the bed and restrain her while she was scream at the top of her lungs as if she were getting her leg cut off. And I didn't cry this time. I had to hold back inappropriate laughter, because that's what I do in awkward situations. Laugh. What happened to my brave girl who just got her ears "peered"? Well...if that wasn't bad enough...the doctor had to do a follow up from Isabella's ER visit on Friday. She informed me that UTIs along with fevers in infants are not typical, and that because Isabella had both, they needed to run some further tests on her to make sure it is not an anatomical issue. So the hospital is suppose to call me this week to have her brought in for an ultrasound to check her kidneys, etc. Then, if that's not bad enough we have to have another cath done to inject her kidneys with dye to make sure she is not refluxing urine. If she's fine, we just continue on antibiotics, and if she's not, we see a pediatric urologist. Ugh. So that was my day. It ended on an up note at least, as I took the girls for some ice cream at Chick-fil-a and to see Justin, and then we came home and made a mitten garland. So, needless to say, I'm not looking forward to whatever day I take Isabella to the hospital, and I'm praying that it was just a fluky UTI that is not really a big deal...and I guess we'll see how round 2 of flu shots go a month from now. Hopefully Pressley won't freak out like she did this time!