Had his blood drawn too many times when: Ethan had to have his blood drawn today for an allergy test. They have him sit on my lap and look for a good vein. I told them which are is the best and she found a really good vein instantly! She tells Ethan that it's going to pinch a little. The boy just sat there. She poked him and had to pull the needle out a little to re-angle it and he just sat there. He didn't flinch he didn't cry he just sat there! She filled her two containers and took the needle out and wrapped his arm up. Ethan points to the bandage and says "Boo Boo." And smiles. We walk out into the lobby and the two people in there were amazed at how well he handled it. Ethan just walked out like "duh, do people actually cry for this stuff?" We went to 7-11 to get him a Slurpee for being such a big boy.
So this all got me thinking, (as always... I'm always thinking. I can't even take a bubble bath without thinking) I digress. So I was thinking that this little moment is such a bitter sweet moment. It makes me happy that he didn't cry and was a big boy, but it also makes me a little sad that he has had his blood drawn so many times that he doesn't even care any more! He is only 2 1/2 years old and he has probably had his blood drawn more than I have in my entire life! (And I've had two babies) Chris and I were just looking through some old photos the other night and we got to the ones of Ethan in the hospital when he was 8 months old. Chris said that this happened to Ethan because he was the kid that could handle it. And it makes sense. Ethan is a crazy kid, he bounces off the walls whenever he isn't sleeping, but he is also a very strong kid. I'm always amazed at how much that little guy can handle. We love him so much!