Growing -- I post I forgot to publish from way back

{This post was written way back on October 6th and I never clicked publish -- so here it is} 

Late one evening this arrived on our front steps.

Fragile - Refrigerate immediately - 

Medicine - needles - and promise to grow. 

Abigail has been diagnosed with Growth Hormone Deficiency. 

If left untreated she would average, well, very little) 

And with two or three years of Growth Hormone Replacement Therapy, doctors are hoping she will grow to just five feet.  

So each night, we pinch a bit of skin - different parts from her body to decrease bruising - we prepare a shot - load the needle - and simple, that's it. 

Growth Hormone Therapy works while she is sleeping. 

I am so proud of her... always our little (hoping not always little) patient.