My poor kid had to take some blood tests today. I dreaded the thing from the morning, but tried to stay calm so not to scare him. First we saw the doctor, a nice doctor, he gained MT’s trust and was able to listen to his heart beat, check his belly and more. Thankfully everything was like it should be. Then after making a new appointment with the nurse for late November, we headed down to the lab. It was time for the needle.
In the car on our way to the doctor I had put on some cream that should take the sting of the needle. But the blood vessel was so small, and the lab technician had to move the needle around a little. I saw his eyes starting to water and soon he was crying with sound. But he remained still. He was so good. After he cried loud and long, the band-aid with a Winnie the Pooh-character on it didn’t help a bit…. I felt sorry for him, and sad for not being able to tell him that the tests were good for him. We have to know if anything is wrong, so we can try and fix it.
Sadly the small vessel didn’t give quite the amount of blood that was needed, so we might have to go back later on. But we’ll wait some weeks, so the bad memory can fade some and the understanding of Norwegian is bigger.
He was a good boy, though, I’m so proud of him!