Juniper only has two therapy appointments left. A few weeks ago I was scared for it to end because I wasnt sure I'd know how to do it on my own. Now I don't really know what I feel. Actually that's not true, I feel discouraged. Juniper screamed through her whole appointment yesterday, and the one before that, and half of the one before that. I'm not sure why. I think she might be over driving an hour there and, now that she's older, I think she's less tolerant of sitting still-ish for an hour while a [relative] stranger messes with her. Regardless, it really sucks for many reasons. Mainly because I don't like to see her that unhappy, but also because the copay for our therapy sessions is expensive, and that with gas makes for a really expensive and stressful day.
|The day after she was born. These kind of make me sad to look at since they're from when everything was bright and shiny and hopeful. Not that things are so sad now, but it kills me that this was before. Rewind, please|
|Hands in action|
|Hello, have you met my friend wrappy? My leg shrinks so much overnight that he just slides right off, then mom poses him creepily next to me right after I've woken up.|
|Kind of a good before shot, although this was taken about a week ago. You can see that the wrapping is really bringing her calf and foot down, everything kind of seems to get backed up in her thigh right now. Got to work on that|
Can't wait for her to tell me what she's laughing at.