At Rhema’s neurology appointment last week I raised concerns about side effects she’s experiencing from one of her meds.
Her doctor ordered lab work.
A few years ago Rhema suffered severe lead poisoning… most likely caused by her talent for eating lead paint off the window sills in her room. She had to go through two rounds of chelation, and she had lab work done every couple weeks for many months. That whole experience solidified her position on blood draws: She. No. Likey.
So when the phlebotomist called us in, I settled into the chair-o-torture and pulled Rhema onto my lap. I smiled sweetly at the phlebotomist and asked her to call for backup. She had no idea her day was about to go to Hades.
I’ll spare you the gory details except to say that there was blood, and not all of it ended up in the little test tube thingys. And I lost half a head of hair. And, of the 4 adults that held her down, one got head-butted and one got bit.
When we finally walked out of Children’s Hospital Rhema was thoroughly offended and I looked like I’d been in a street fight and lost. But I could not wipe this big, fat, silly grin off my face.
while we were trying to get that blood drawn my girl screamed, “NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
I have proof. The entire first floor of the hospital heard it.
It was the most clear and articulate, appropriate, spontaneous, emphatic, un-prompted speech I believe I’ve ever heard in her 8.8 years of life.
Small victories! I mean, big victories!
(And I think I’m losing it.)