My poor, poor daughter.
During our trip to the ER last Sunday, Storie had to have blood drawn. Let's just say she remembers what happens when she gets held down and they start poking and prodding her arms from our last 3-day stay in the Hospital.
It all starts when they tie that awful blue band around her arm. Oh boy. The nurse was poking and prodding looking for a good vein. I told him that the veins he will get the most blood out of are in her wrist, not on the inside of her elbow. He then informed me that they have to take so much blood, they can only get it from a vein higher in her arm. I told him that we have been in the hospital several times before, and the last time they drew her blood every 4 hours for 3 days straight. And that I know what i'm talking about.
After being very unsuccessful looking "higher in her arm", he took my advice and BINGO there was a winner right on top of her wrist.
Those dang nurses, don't they know that Mommy always knows best?
After that horrific 10 minutes of looking for a vein was finally over her started to get his needle ready. Let me tell yall that this guy was s-l-o-w! Seriously, I could have done it in half the time he did. And when you have a screaming 21 month old being held down it's best to just get it over with all ready! Our lovely nurse had other things planned first though.
Like showing us their new numbing solution. It's in the pressure thing that they had to press down on her hand so hard it probably hurt worse than the tiny little needle would have. oy.
After they finally got all they needed and the horrific experience was over, Storie clung to her honey and ate a fig newton (as pictured above). My poor girl, I would have gladly traded places with her and been poked 20 times if that meant she was spared.
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Me too, I was totally tramatized.
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