| February 22, 2006 |
| I'm not sure who hurt more! |
Since Jordan was spending the night at Grandma Jo's (I'm sure she'll post soon to share some Jordan stories), we decided to get Katie's blood test out of the way. The doc was concerned that since Katie's so pale, that she might be anemic. Considering her reaction to having her check up (she completely freaked when she saw the scale & the nurse), we weren't expecting this to be fun.
It was worse than I thought it would be. Daddy had to hold Katie in his lap while I helped hold her down. The first attempt involved two technicians trying to draw blood from her left arm. They dug around for what seemed like for ever, but I'm sure was less than a minute. Katie screamed and screamed and sobbed and screamed. This brought over another technician and they tried the other arm with success (the third technician was able to find the vein much faster), but Katie was beyond hysterical. My heart was breaking for her already and then she looked at me and cried "Mommy" and then "owwie" and "Mommy" again, all while reaching for me. But, we got it done. Hopefully we never have to do one again.
She did milk it for all it was worth. She would cry everytime she moved her arms or anyone tried to touch her arms, so I ended up feeding her. She sat on the couch and everytime she was ready for a bite she'd say "Pitta" (her version of Pizza). Once I put a long sleeve top on her, she was much improved and played with her Daddy quite happily until bedtime.
We're going to wait a few days before we try to collect the urine sample... |
posted by Krista @ 8:33 PM   |
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