Having four kids, and having been home from day one, I thought I was seasoned enough to manage whatever decides to come our way.  I am not.  I had to take our 6 mo. old daughter to the children's hospital today for a pretty awful test.  She's laying on the table, crying.  Just what you might expect, right?  I mean, they can do that when the doc just wants to look in their throat.  So, I was doing fine.  Then they asked me to move where she could see me, because it might make her feel better.  Of course that would, I'm Daddy, after all.  This was the turning point.  As soon as I came into view she looked me right in the eye.  Without a single word she communicated everything she was feeling, and it crushed me.  "Get me out of here.  Pick me up.  Make it stop."  Thank God she was not actually in pain, or I would have lost it completely.  In a way, it is a good feeling.  I know I am very sensitive to the needs of my kids, and I know they still count on me (and/or Mommy) when they are in need.  Sometimes I forget these things.

The test did NOT reveal anything really bad, and she is likely going to be just fine.  Although, there is probably another nasty test in our future.  Maybe Mommy can be in her sights for that one...