We're off to get Gavin's bloodwork done for the four time in four days. I truly hate doing this to him but it's what has to be done. I was hoping to go for a walk but the weather isn't looking too good.  I'm going to be very much on edge until we get the results back this afternoon. Based in the results, will likely determine how I proceed.  Waiting for the results to come in is absolutely torturous, and it eats me alive.  Finger crossed, prayers sent, and positive thoughts... 

Emmett wine up in a horrible mood today, making everything more difficult. We had to get Lizze to an appointment, and then Gavin to get his lab work done.  Neither of the boys wanted to go anywhere, and thankfully, Lizze's appointment was canceled at the last minute, whole we were in the parking lot waiting. This is the one time that a cancelation like this works out for the best.  I took everyone home before Gavin and I went to the blood lab. I'm so nervous, but I see how strong Gavin is being and that's pretty inspirational. 

This morning begins the new routine of blood work every single day. I'm not sure about Sunday's because the lab is closed. Either way, Gavin's now facing at least ten needle sticks a week.  When I explained to Gavin last night, about the need to daily bloodwork, he broke down and cried.  I didn't go into details about why it was necessary because he wouldn't have understood anyway. What I told him was that the doctor needs to keep an eye on some things in your blood. All he heard from that whole conversation was that he was getting blood work every day.  The poor kid is terrified, and I hate having to put him through this. At the second time, the alternative just isn't okay.  What would be nice…

This post is what happens when I'm too tired to really be writing, and I don't pay close enough attention to autocorrect. Reading this back to Lizze last night, we thought it was too funny to fix. See if you can figure out what happened.