I share this experience, and record it, with the complete knowledge that I will be judged, hated, maybe even persecuted for my actions. But I will have you know, that while over the years I have talked the talk, when it came down to it, it was very hard to actually walk the walk. I did waiver, consider my options, even balk a little. But in the end I did what I always wanted to... I pierced my infant daughters ears. And I happen to think she is stinking cute. So please proceed with great caution... there are a few sad pictures ahead...
Not really sure what's up yet. Yes, this is probably where I was pausing to reconsider...
Sadly, she was trying to make friends with the mean lady that actually did it to her (no not me)...
We're still good...
Getting into position...
OK, so I'm not even sure that why I'm putting up this picture (probably trying to make up for having absolutely no pictures of Brynn's experience - only that was completely different since she sat there and didn't move, let alone flinch)...
Pretty sure this is when Brandon pointed out the real live tear and said those awful 9 words (which by the way, on the car ride home I made him say 3 nice things about me and my mothering and he could actually do it)...
But not to worry. The crying lasted a matter of seconds and the pacifier makes everything better. See her new bling...
Our support system...
(Uncle Brandon & Auntie Laura)
Having a hand to hold made all the difference...
I will admit the split second after I did it I wondered what in the world I had just done. I think the emotions and the tear and the screaming which made everyone in the store look at me with evil looks, made me doubt my actions. And I could list all my justifications - like how I go thru this every few months anyways when she gets shots, or how shes going to ultimately decide to pierce her ears so why not do it now when I can take care of her and Brynn at the same time, etc etc. But in reality, while many don't agree with me, I am glad I did it. My girls look darling!
