The other day Kimmie's sister had to go to the doctor. We had to take Kimmie with us. She was visibly anxious even though we kept telling her the doctor was not going to look at her.
We walked down what we call the "hallway of doom" looking at the door to the pediatrician's office at the end. Kimmie was clinging to my arm. Her sister commented that it is an eerie hallway with shadowy lighting.
Kimmie clung some more when it was time to go to a room. She refused to go any where near the examination table.
Kimmie's sister had to have her finger pricked for a blood test. Kimmie sobbed and sobbed for her sister, clutching me and hiding her face. Her sister just laughed because Kimmie was so pitiful.
When the doctor came in Kimmie sobbed some more, then hugged the doctor while she continued to cry.
Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh because she is so funny, or cry because she is so afraid.
--Mom
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