That night began as she was buried face first into my chest shaking and arms covered in bruises from being pinned down the previous day.
The anticipation of another poke was more than her little body or mind could bear. This was the second time in two days her IV needed to be replaced, the idea of it alone was immobilizing for our 9-year-old daughter who had developed a super-sized phobia of needles.
As I held her tightly, trying to bring her little body and mind any little bit of comfort I could, I was suppressing my own fears and emotions.
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