Do you ever wonder what goes on in the minds of parents when they have a child in the hospital? Or maybe you have already experienced this. I'll tell you what, aside from the obvious, I hope we never have to experience this with Tristan.
Nope, that's not what happened at all. We get in there and they have to stick an IV in his vein in his left arm to retrieve the blood. He screamed and cried so much while the nurse was digging to find the vein (with the needle in his arm). Well, it turns out that she wasn't able to locate the vein, so they bandaged him up and had to try on the right arm now. Again? Are you kidding me? There's got to be another way to draw blood from a toddler....Same thing happened...crying and tears, but we got the samples this time.
We felt so bad for him and didn't know what to do to make him feel better. The nurse asked him if he wanted a sticker and she opened the box and he took one handful and another handful of stickers (as if so say, see, you did this and I'm taking all of your stickers now). We knew what would cheer him up. We took him to target and bought him a bag of pah-cone (popcorn) and a Super Grover doll.