Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Bloodwork

At Sam's last physical, he had his vaccinations. I'm almost always the one who does physicals, and the shots - I don't like them, it's not fun to see my children get them, but I"m okay with it. I can hold them down and while I might tear up, I'm nowhere near as fragile about it as I was today. I put off getting his lead test done, but getting bloodwork done on the same day at the shots just seemed mean. But it turns out that I need the results in order to get him registered for preschool, so today while I was at Jessie's physical, I figured I'd just get Sam's bloodwork done at the same time.

It was AWFUL. He started screaming "I DON'T WANT BLOODWORK" while we were waiting for Jessie's camp physical form to get filled out and just kept going, begging me not to make him do it. He's not stupid, and his mother is 35 weeks pregnant - he's seen a lot of bloodwork because he comes with me to all of my appts. And even though I'm very calm and don't freak out about needles, he knows that it's still a needle going into your skin. He screamed the whole way down in the elevator, and while we were waiting in the waiting room. It was a crowded little waiting room and I could not stop him from just screaming non-stop. "I DON'T WANT BLOODWORK! PLEASE MOMMY, NO BLOODWORK! I DON'T WANT BLOODWORK!" His poor little face, the tears were pouring down his cheeks and his eyes were huge and terrified. They finally took us in, there were two techs, they muscled me down into the chair, locked my legs around him (and he's not fitting all that well due to enormous belly) and I held one arm while they jammed the needle into the other one. (You understand that I'm exaggerating slightly, they were actually very fast and efficient and I'm relatively sure that they didn't actually jam the needle in - but it was hard to tell because at this point I was crying as hard as he was).

It was the worst experience ever - rivaling his x-ray at two weeks old, when he cried so hard he vomited all over the table. He's kicking me with those super hard shoes, I'm contracting all over the place, crying because my poor son was just so scared and I was making him do it anyway - Jessie was hiding in the waiting room, with her hands clamped over his ears... total trauma. Even afterwards - he screamed for at least another twenty minutes - jumping up and down, screaming "I DON'T WANT BLOODWORK!" I had to go back upstairs to check out in the doctor's office, and begged them for a room, where I nursed my little boy (who's been weaned for months) just to try and calm the hysteria, because he was still screaming. I'm wrecked, exhausted, emotional and feel so incredibly emotionally fragile. It was just awful. I'm never doing bloodwork again. Shots, shots I can do, bloodwork - no way. Never again. That's so completely Marc's job from here on out.

In other news - Jess is a paragon of health - still tall and skinny, 49lbs, and 48 and three quarter inches.

Am going to go sit quietly in the living room and cry it all out, I really can't handle that kind of thing at this point. Too emotional, too pregnant, and way too tired to do that kind of emotional trauma.

2 comments:

zookeeperjess said...

Aww, that made me so sad! :( I am not pregnant and still cry like that during bloodwork when my kids get it!

I understand how you feel!

Queen Bee said...

oh mama! ((big big hugs))

i'm sorry it was sch a rough day. i've always had to take Logan to those types of appointments too and i can't imagine what it would like if he was hysterical & i had cazy pregnancy emotions on top of it.

i hope you you both got some peace and quiet time to recoup.