
She smiled at the lady at the registration desk.
She waved at the other patients waiting patiently in the waiting area.
She cried at the nurse as I sat down with her in the get-your-blood-drawn chair.
She didn't stop crying until the nurses had made three failed attempts.
She only stopped then because I gave her a bottle while we waited for nurse #3 to come down to the lab to give it a try.
See her right arm in the picture up there?
Her left arm looks exactly the same.
Four poke marks.
Four!
As I held her arms, stroked her face and whispered in her ear, she cried over and over, "Da da da da da da!"
I was wishing he could have been there too.
2 comments:
oh poor baby! why was she getting her blood drawn?
Don't tell Kris it was so traumatic. He's still afraid to get a blood draw that I was supposed to get for him months ago so they can see what the problem with his ankle is.
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