One of the hardest things for me, as a mother, is to see the tears on my little girls face and hear her plead that I be the one to take her to the doctor, then step back from the car knowing that right now I need to trust her in someone else's care and take care of myself. I need to catch up on sleep that I missed last night while caring for her. I need to get ready for my classes tonight. If it was more serious, I would be right by her side. I know she's is good hands with her Daddy, doctors, and nurses. But even after more than two years, it hasn't become any easier.
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