Botox Baby...

Last Wednesday we headed to Orillia for Summer's bi-annual botox injections. Everytime I hope it won't be as bad as the last, but it always seems to be worse. She screams, it is painful for her and distressing for us. The injections are deep and her muscles are small and tight. Dr. Jones uses ultrasound to get as precise as possible in locating the muscle, but even her pronator teres is so tiny I can't see it on the screen.

We have Summer sedated - she now calls it the "chocolate syrup that makes me feel funny". She is awake but in effect drunk.

Summer was super irritable when the Chocoalte syrup was wearing off. She had nothing to eat since supper the night before, which does not help. Once we were able to get a bit of food into her, she started to perk up.

Dr. Jones was great as usual, and always brings Summer a little toy to distract her from the procedure. Summer received 8 injections in total, and really, I hate needles, so I think she is a real trooper.


Summer found this 'cat in the hat' to play with in one of the treatment rooms.