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It’s worse than you can tell from this pic – it continues a little longer on the bottom end – and is about 1.5 millimeter’s deep….

There have been some “I can’t” moments in my life.  Like the time I broke up with my boyfriend at 16 (hey, the world seemed smaller and more tramatic then), or, all three times I went into labor… When you say “I can’t do this”… but you have to anyways.

Today is the first, I can’t I can’t.  My little girl just want to the hospital with her tongue split open like a taco, and I couldn’t go with her.

I cringe at the sight of blood, buck up, and clean up… but the thought of her needing stitches in her tiny mouth…. I want to throw up.  I was with her when they poured liquid charcoal down her throat (we thought she had OD on some midol in my purse) and that had tested my limits.  So, tonight I handed her off to my husband, saying “I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t” and went to put my boys into their beds.

Why is it so much easier to go through things ourselves?  I was nervous about having my wisdom tooth out last week – but I will take that any day over the thought of one of my little ones suffering.

Don’t correct me on this one – I just feel like a bad mommy right now.  I know I am not… but I just feel like I abandoned her – like my needing to not watch was more important than her needing me there….  If it were anyone else but Brad that I was home with, to either stay or go, I’d be taking her.  I guess Daddy time is good too….

I thank God for His sovereignty tonight.  And His strength.  I think of how this pales in comparison to kids with cancer, or diabetes with daily insulin.  It pales to being born with any major health problem.  I am so thoroughly blessed with my babies, and my husband….  I just wish I could have said “I can” tonight…