Agita and angst

Lat night I injected Natasha correctly and was pleased that I had acted on my hunch and called the help line. Instinct is almost always right, dontcha know. And I was pleased that things went smoothly. In fact, I think the "dummy" injections, which a friend kindly referred to as placebos, hurt less than the ones with Genotropin, thus establishing in Natasha a new mindset that these really and truly are no big deal. As Kundalini yoga stresses so heavily, often our mind is our biggest limiting factor.

But I wasn't prepared to be hit with extreme guilt over having done it wrong. I don't really think it's my fault that I didn't know how to do it. I was given an incomplete training from both Miles and the insurance company. Nonetheless, if I'm going to inject my child I want to be doing it for a purpose, because it sure isn't the highlight of my day.

Moving on from here I will do it right. Moving on from here it will become increasingly easier and more routine. That's what they tell me, and I'm sticking with it. Unfortunately, no one has addressed the emotional factors. I guess I'll have to surf those waves as they come and try not to get bitten by too many sharks.