Looking at my son’s badly bruised arm while he splashed around in the bath tonight, was a painful reminder about making promises I can’t keep.
Last Friday we had to take my son into Canberra Hospital for some follow up blood tests. We’ve been there before and the nurses were fantastic. I hate getting my blood taken and have a habit of passing out without realising. So I really feel for my son. However this time was the worst. The absolute pits. He got a nurse that was nervous and she had difficulty finding the vein. She must’ve pulled that needle in and out at least four times. The look of horror on his face is burned into my memory. When we came out, him still screaming at the top of his lungs, I whispered in his ear and promised him that would be the only painful thing that would happen to him today. No more blood tests this week… How wrong I was. A few hours later the nurse rang and told us that his blood had clotted in the tube. I looked at my little man’s smiling face while she told me that we’d need to come back so they could take more blood. I felt sick. I hoped dearly that he was young enough that he wouldn’t remember. Again, how wrong I was. We only got near the room and he started screaming and tried to climb over my shoulder. There was no doubt that he remembered what had happened in that room a few hours before. The nurses told me that most babies scream as they are more aware at this age, but then quietly added he was the loudest screamer they’d had. We always thought he was loud. i guess now we have confirmation of that. At least this time they sent for another nurse, who apparently always gets the blood to flow on the first go. And she did. Thank goodness. I’m glad my son is very forgiving. I’m going to be a lot more careful when I make promises in the future.

Written by Nadia

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lucia758

I was going to say you should have asked for another nurse after the second or third jab. I was in for a D&C after a miscarriage in America and the nurse was killing me. Jeff told her to go and get someone who knew what they were doing and she did. Poor little angel – but he will forget.

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nadiamc

The sliding in and out of the needle happened quite quickly, it just felt like a long time. I wasn’t letting her anywhere near him the second time though (as nice as she was). I can also appreciate it ia difficult to get blood from a baby as their veins are small and generally more challenging to find. Glad we don’t have to do that again anytime soon!

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mummysundeservedblessings

Children are amazingly forgiving. I am thankful for that everyday. It must have been so hard for you to see that and feel so helpless. When Miss 2 became unwell when she was two weeks old they needed to take spinal fluid. They didn’t let me in the room but I heard her screaming and screaming. It nearly killed me. They ended up failing and never got the spinal fluid. I must have been traumatised because the next time I entered the hospital I burst into tears.

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nadiamc

That’s terrible! You are right ~ I’m so glad they won’t remember. I’ve been lucky in that I’ve been able to stay with my son for all but one of his different things. But with that I was allowed to stay until they put him under, so at least he didn’t know any different.

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Corinne

I know exactly how you feel. Our second had to have a blood test and it was one of the worst experiences of all our lived I’m sure! They tried 3 times in the morning sliding the needle in and out and in and out repeatedly. They still couldn’t get any blood so we had to go back in the afternoon. Our first son saw the morning attempt and was traumatized. We all went in because multiple people had told us to ask for the nurse that ALWAYS got blood first go (even the pead had told us) how wrong they all were!! 5 attempts later they finally got what they needed!

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