It hurts...

It physically hurts her and it really hurts this momma's heart...

Part of the fostering contract is that we do not have decision-making power in our daughter's medical care until she's adopted.  What the orphanage says is best for her, whether we agree or not, we have to go along with it. 

Wednesday I got a call that said we needed to bring her in for a shot.  I thought it'd be quick, like the immunizations shots we've had to do.  I was wrong.  It's medicine given to her through an IV.  The IV is put into her forehead.  (Because that's where they think it's best to put it in babies.  Other children get it in their feet.)  It's supposed to stimulate brain growth and neurological development.  Many of the orphans get it until they are three years old.  It's administered ten days consecutively once a month.  (Somehow we got last month off.)

So, please pray for us these days as we have to travel thirty minutes across town (that's if we get a taxi quickly) and endure this painful process of seeing our little healthy, happy sweetheart scream and cry in pain and frustration.  What's been happening is that she screams for about ten minutes while they put it in, then is still mad for another fifteen.  Then she settles down for ten or fifteen minutes and then screams again when they take it out.  Then we can travel back home.  It's a couple hour ordeal.  Today was day #3.