Well, the day arrived and it was time for K-shots. We got ready to go, and Lily wanted to wear a dress so she wouldn't have to pull pants over a fresh wound. Steve and I tried to make her happy and a little more calm. I gave her our digital camera to take pictures to make into a scrapbook. She liked that idea and it was a wonderful distraction. If you're interested in looking at the photos she took, I finally compiled them for your amusement:
|This photo album made with Smilebox|
When it was time for shots, Lily's bravery ran low and we had to break out some of our best bribes to get her to quit her thrashing and kicking on the doctor's table. I bribed with stickers and movies, Steve promised she could go to a buffet and eat as many desserts as she wanted. Lily eventually held still enough for the nurse to poke the 4 shots in (the nurse held her legs down and I held her arms). She let everyone know of her pain and frustration by channeling all her energy into her scream. Amara looked on with concern and then told her dad, "Is Lily freaking out?" Ha ha ha! To say the least.