My sweet boy was such a trooper~ He hated every single second of his hours in the hospital. I mean, how can you blame a little guy for being super mad about a catheter? Or having blood drawn for the 2nd time in 3 days? Hence the red arm…the fabulous staff at the hospital (Progress West in O’Fallon. I. LOVE. THEM. REALLY. They actually teared up with Jeff and I when Coop was crying so hard….and they were so kind to us!) didn’t want to have to ‘stick’ him again if they needed more blood….so, they kept the little iv-thingy (that’s the technical term) in his hand and wrapped it all tight.
Since the catheter and the blood drawing happened on the bed you see him on….it was a world-class feat to get him to lay there while we waited for results. He asked me to change his diaper, but wanted to lay on the floor instead of the bed. Bad association with the bed. Same thing for anyone dressed in blue scrubs…as soon as they walked in…he would start to whimper.
It is safe to say Jeff and I were almost as traumatized by the whole experience….minus the catheter…Coop gets all the ‘trauma credit’ for that one. It is terrible to be unable to help your child when they are suffering…and worse when you know you are participating (even unwillingly) in the discomfort!
He did sleep all the way through the night last night. Some other tests came back negative today…so, it looks like we are in the clear.
This means…we will be able to celebrate his 2nd birthday 🙂
Thank you much for all of your well-wishes and prayers. They helped.
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