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The duckie of comfort strikes again

Thankfully we didn't need him on Tuesday when she was feeling pretty good and we went to Children's Hospital for her swim therapy. Trina, her swim therapist, really worked her hard. I was so proud of her.

Then we had lunch outside in the glorious sunshine at the hospital.

I snapped this picture of Daddy and his girl. Such love.....

And then it all went downhill from there.

Another bad night for Ash and back to the pediatrician we went.

Then of course we were sent to Children's Hospital for a blood draw. Apparently we're testing for everything under the sun and a few things on the dark side of the moon.

This did not please Ashley Rose. Boy did it ever not please her. Thankfully we had her Occupational Therapist there to offer comfort. She's better than a tranquilizer.

There was a mix up at the lab and things were not going very smoothly so I promised her if she'd not put up a huge fuss I'd get her a stuffed duckie at the gift shop afterwards.

It worked. The Duckie of Comfort. Much like the Cheseecake of Comfort, but with less calories and no guilt. Ok, who am I kidding. There's guilt. There's always guilt.

Bit I digress. We're also supposed to catch/collect/gather and otherwise retain some....er, samples. If you'd like to know just what kind of samples, watch this Youtube video. Ash actually sang this song to me while were at the pediatrician's office after we were told what we needed to collect.

I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants. Enjoy!

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  1. too cute...funny! I hope they can figure things out soon! This is BATTY...ok, you KNOW I could't resist! loves...

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