Brooklyn had to get her blood drawn a few times when she was 4. She remembers it very clearly.
She asked me while we were waiting for Payson’s name to be called, “is Payson scared?”
I told her that he wasn’t scared at all because he had no idea what was about to happen.
And it was true. He didn’t know he was about to be stuck 5 different times. He didn’t know he inherited his mommy’s tiny veins. He didn’t know how much it would hurt.
But oh he soon found out.
And if you’re wondering, he actually did SO well. I was practically exploding with pride at how patient and strong he was. He didn’t even cry the first poke… he sat there watching the phlebotomist’s face and after she had been moving that needled in and out and all around trying to find a vein he did start whimpering.
He started to cry softly on the second and third pokes and by the fifth he was full on crying while looking from face to face like, “why are you doing this to me?!”
Even then he wasn’t flailing or screaming, just crying like he was in pretty bad pain. It really made me want to just pick him up and run off with him. I have small veins and have had to get blood drawn a LOT in my life and I know how badly it hurts while they’re moving that needle around in your arm.
My poor baby boy.
I told them to not try anymore and that I’d come back tomorrow.
I’ll try like crazy to get even more liquids in the kid. I just don’t know how they’ll get enough blood, though. Every single vein they tried burst 🙁