Ally had to have blood drawn for the first time today. Normally they do the finger prick at the doctors office, but this time they had to actually stick her and take 2 vials of blood for allergy testing. She hates needles. HATES them!
She starting fussing before we even got into the lab. She was so bad, the lab tech called a nurse to come in and help. The nurse is holdingher arm, I'm holding her and the lab tech is despertely trying to be as gentle as possible. Before the tech even stuck her, she was whimpering. They finally get it all done, and THEN she starts really crying. The conversation went like this:
Can we do this next time?
No, we have to do it since we are already here.
Let's do it next time.
No, we're going to do it now.
I don't want to. I don't have allergies anymore, so can we do it next time?
(this went on and on until they actually took the blood)
She looked so pathetic in her pigtails with these huge crocodile tears just pouring down her face. So I asked her:
Are you okay?
No, I'm traumatized!
For life?
No, just for now.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I managed to keep it in when she turn around, looked and me and announce to the entire waiting room...
It's just so sad! I''ll never get over it!
I'm telling you, even parent in there was trying to keep a straight face. To make it up to her, we took a "mental health" day and drove downtown to have lunch with Daddy. Then she went to Grandma's to play until Daddy picked her up after work. That seemed to do the trick. But she milked bit for all it was worth by showing everyone her cotton ball and bandaid and where the "stuck her really hard".
She's such a drama queen!
She starting fussing before we even got into the lab. She was so bad, the lab tech called a nurse to come in and help. The nurse is holdingher arm, I'm holding her and the lab tech is despertely trying to be as gentle as possible. Before the tech even stuck her, she was whimpering. They finally get it all done, and THEN she starts really crying. The conversation went like this:
Can we do this next time?
No, we have to do it since we are already here.
Let's do it next time.
No, we're going to do it now.
I don't want to. I don't have allergies anymore, so can we do it next time?
(this went on and on until they actually took the blood)
She looked so pathetic in her pigtails with these huge crocodile tears just pouring down her face. So I asked her:
Are you okay?
No, I'm traumatized!
For life?
No, just for now.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I managed to keep it in when she turn around, looked and me and announce to the entire waiting room...
It's just so sad! I''ll never get over it!
I'm telling you, even parent in there was trying to keep a straight face. To make it up to her, we took a "mental health" day and drove downtown to have lunch with Daddy. Then she went to Grandma's to play until Daddy picked her up after work. That seemed to do the trick. But she milked bit for all it was worth by showing everyone her cotton ball and bandaid and where the "stuck her really hard".
She's such a drama queen!
OMg that is too funny
I woulda been the same way, I used to be terrified of needles!
