Yesterday was probably the hardest day for me. Our little son got sick in the car as we dropped off my husband for work. The clean-up was no big deal, I'm almost used to that. It's just watching his poor little body go through all that. In the afternoon we went to the doctor. I've been wanting to get allergy testing, and we went to a new Dr. yesterday. She had him at the lab pronto to get testing done. I think I finally found someone who will listen to me. But here's the hardest part of the day: the allergy test itself. Luckily, it was not the skin prick but the blood panel instead. It nearly broke my heart in two to hold him there screaming as they drew blood though. I'm not so good with needles, so I told the nurse I was worried I might faint. She laughed, until she realized I was actually serious. I held up though, and I'm so proud of my little guy for how well he did. Unfortunately, he's come down with something. Hence the getting sick in the car yesterday and all over his crib last night. It's so hard to see him in pain. I just want to reach into his body and pull the bacteria out (or virus). I know that sounds crazy, but I really don't want him to have to be sick ever. I guess you could say my Mother Heart is aching for him.