Blood draw experience

I'm sure this looked ten-times bigger to Cohen. "Just a quick sting." the nurse said, "and then it's all over." He was already worried with how bad it might be, had wanted to just go home even before I came to help Lindsay with what she knew, would be hard on her - holding him still while not fainting herself. "No, no I don't wanna do this!" Nurse: "Show me your muscles, let me see how strong you are." Cohen: "No, you don't want to see my muscles, you're trying to trick me." (his arms were locked tight, folded across his chest) Me: "It won't be so bad, let's just do it and get it over with." "I promise, it will only hurt a little and then it won't hurt anymore." "No, no, no, I don't want to do this." (I didn't want to do it either and I'd have gladly traded places with him.) As he started to scream even louder, I closed the room door to the small, cramped blood draw room, hoping to shield mom and little brother from hearing his fright. I held him on my lap. With tears running down his cheeks, my leg over his and holding both his arms, two nurses (vampires in disguise) drew blood from a very small needle,also keeping his arm locked down solid. After about 30 seconds I could feel him relax and as calm as I could, said, "See, it's almost over and it doesn't hurt any more...." After the second vial was full, I told him to count to three and we'll be done. All four of us started counting, but with Monkey Boy counting faster, we finally reached three. . . . but I'd guessed wrong, they were on the fourth vial. Cohen, as matter-of-fact as you can said, "We counted to three, you can take it out now." Just about then, out it came, and a sigh of relief by he and I were both evident.

We had made a pact before all this, kind of a deal, something as a reward. We can have a camp-out tonight, two monkey boys and I will stay up watching The Nightmare Before Christmas then hopefully, enjoy sweet dreams..... I wasn't my most pleasurable experiences, but I was glad I was able to be there with him. Sitting in the waiting room, even before we went back for the blood draw, I think he had an idea what was coming, he suggested I do it for him, or even Sandler. Or, "Can't they just look at the computer?" (thinking they have all the answers...such as 'why can't we google all of life's questions?')

See Lindsay's blog for details: http://mirandafam.blogspot.com/