Awful

That is the word I would use to describe the morning that we took Haley for her blood work. Her pediatrician recommended we get a full diagnostic panel instead of just the standard anemia finger-poke because she is so, so small and not gaining weight. “Wouldn’t we all feel horribly if something was wrong and we didn’t catch it?” she said. We agreed. And then Haley was lying on the table and I thought, what was I thinking?

The two nurses who held her down were fabulous, but she screamed bloody murder (after this photo, when they started the draw) for a solid ten minutes. Then her little arm kept bleeding and they were nervous about why it wasn’t clotting and I got woozy and had to sit down. Meanwhile, JT is sitting calmly in his chair eating a granola bar. Typical.

It turns out, all of her results are just fine. She is barely low on iron so we’ll do a supplement or try to get more in her diet, but otherwise she is 100% normal. It’s nice to know for sure there is nothing wrong… but I’m so thankful both of my children are healthy so we don’t have to do that again. And I pray it stays that way!