The Brave one- This boy child of mine
This boy had blood work done
today a few days ago, to test why he won’t put on any weight. He sat in my lap and I snuggled him, while he played with his car. I whispered in his ear that it would hurt, but he had to be brave
I asked the Phlebotomist if he would hurt? If he would cry? She said yes. I hate needles and blood. When she stuck it in his teeny tiny vein in his inner elbow, I couldn’t bear to look. I closed my eyes and waited for him to cry. I was on the verge of tears myself, dealing with the thought of my baby being in pain. I was failing him, Thats why we were here, getting blood work done on a 22month old
Just like breastfeeding before, I was failing motherhood. I could not do the basics- feed my son
There was no sound. He did not cry. He did not whimper, just looked slightly annoyed, that it was taking so long.
She pulled the needle out and told me it was over. I took a quick peek at the syringe, it was big and dark red.
The phlebotomist said “He is a tough one”
This Brave boy of mine.