What kid is good with shots? I challenge you to name one. But Vivian has never been terrible with shots. Most of the time she’s more angry than sad, and the only tears we’ve seen was with her most recent set of shots at her 1 year checkup.
It was at that checkup that our lovely family practitioner, Dr. B, advised that we have Vivian’s blood levels tested for lead. (Our house was built in 1890…. so… yeah). I don’t know if it is my own avoidance of blood work, but I completely blocked that task out. It was only until I received prental bloodwork last week did I realize Vivian was due for her own. (I actually had a discussion with the phlebotomist* about WHY IN THE WORLD LITTLE KIDS NEED BLOODWORK – other than if they were seriously ill. She told me to test for lead, and a light went off. But I digress)
So today I was cleaning out my wallet and found the prescription burried in a small compartment. Knowing her 15 month visit is coming up in a few weeks, and that the Man had a flexible schedule today, I quickly made the latest appointment they had, and headed over. Less time to dread it, right?
I wasn’t sure what to expect – some coworkers thought it was a true blood draw, others thought it might be a prick. and the internet wasn’t clear (surprise!).
Vivian was in a SUPER mood today. Happy, laughing, playing. When she was up, I was asked to sit in the chair with her on my lap. I was instructed to “bear hug” her, while another nurse would hold down her arm. So true blood draw it is…. As soon as they put that rubber tuniquette on her upper arm, she started to panic. But when they put the needle in, oh Lord, did she cry. and not a mad scream, but true sad horrible tears and sobs. I was trying to talk to her and calm her down, but I know that was more for my sake than for hers.
It was over in less than a minute (the longest minute EVER), and for a good 15 minutes afterwards, she was holding her arm out to the side to remind us the horrors we subjected her to. I swear, she would calm down for a second, and then look back at the gauze taped on her arm, and start crying all over again.
Thankfully, the labratory was near a TCBY, so we grabbed some frozen yogurt as a treat. A little vanilla yogurt, blueberries, butterfinger and hot fudge DID THE TRICK. she was bouncing and happy in now time.
I’m told this didn’t last the rest of the afternoon during her and The Man’s shopping trip. But at least those big fat tears and that deep sobbing was left behind.
* I had to look that word up. Otherwise it would have been “the lady who ever so gently draws my blood)