As our daughter is now working full-time and I/we are taking care of Isabella, when the time came for her well baby check up, Himself and I happily took her. She toddled around the office and carried around the Dora the Explorer doll she had found there. Then she had to be measured for height. While screaming. Weight. Screaming. Checked over. More screaming.
Then, the ultimate insult: Nonna (I) had to be a human straightjacket to keep Bells from moving while the doctor gave her not one; not two; not three but four inoculations in her little arms! My poor Bells!
I quickly got her dressed and sat in the back seat with her where she whimpered slightly. Himself and I had hoped to take her to The Cafe for breakfast. Would taking her home be better, he asked. I really wanted to go out for breakfast so I told him to drive there and we would see how she is. She was fine. So fine that she ate most of my scrambled eggs with cheddar and most of my potatoes and some of my toast.
Having our children be inoculated is a painful experience but it keeps them from suffering from the diseases they protect against. God sometimes "inoculates" us by "pruning" our dead branches and leaves. It hurts. However, the lessons learned will get us through the future days and help us to minister to and train others who will go through similar circumstances. We need to welcome the refining the Lord puts us through because it brings us closer to Him.
Isabella still wanted me to hold her and comfort her even though I subjected her to the momentary pain of her shots. Desire the Father to wrap His loving arms around you when He works with you. He wants to be your Dad and your comforter.
Blessings to all, gail