Our First Real Boo Boo and Our Doctor's Appointment

Well, being the good mom that I am, not to mention an ER nurse, I let my daughter bust her lip yesterday. Lips bleed a lot and babies scream a lot. She was playing and just sort of rolled over my legs and fell. I'm not sure if she hit the chair or just the floor, but she came up bleeding. Poor little thing. I finally got her lip cleaned up and managed to see that it was minor and convinced her to drink a juice bottle to help with the swelling and everything was okay from there. Bo has not let me forget that it was me who allowed the first bloodshed.

We went to Vandy to see the foot specialist today. It was pretty uneventful and he wants to follow up with her in about a year or so. He thinks the left foot might eventually require some surgery but wants to allow her to develop and see how she does. That works for us. Now we continue to try to find shoes that work for her. With her short foot (left), it's really hard to find shoes that fit both of her feet well. Emma was basically pretty good considering that she isn't a big fan of doctors.

The paperwork that I had to complete at Vanderbilt today asked all her family history and I think this is the first paperwork that has actually asked that. It's really hard to put in writing that we don't know her history and never will. I'm sure that will always be an issue for her. I just don't know how to put into words what that means to me. We always just take for granted that when asked about our family history we can spout it off without difficulty. Heart disease and high blood pressure on my paternal side, cancer on my mother's side, etc. Emma will never be able to do that. There hasn't been a day in the 3 months since she was placed in our arms that I have not thought about her losing her identity in so many ways or thought about her birth parents and what they have lost as well. No matter how they made the decision, they still lost their child. That's a bitter pill to swallow no matter how you try.