The nurse put the turnicate around her arm and she just looked down at it. The child life specialist tried to distract her with a book and a magic wand toy. I saw the blue vein at the bend of her arm. I had my arm around her waist and held her tight. I held her wrist down. We all knew what was coming. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.
“Good job,” she said to the nurse.
I opened my eyes as he put the bandaid on her arm. No tears. No screaming. She didn’t even flinch. My baby who had a monster shoved in her belly is a beast herself!
Last time we were at St. Louis Children’s Hospital, we had a stroller, giant diaper bag, toys and the list goes on and on. This visit was much more simplified with just a small bag.
Lucy had a chest X-ray. Last time she had one she laid down on the table. Apparently big girls sit up for X-rays. Ugh. Another example that my baby is gone and I have a little girl.
She can reach the elevator buttons now too. I know… I’m being ridiculous. I can’t help it.
With all of my emotions running high, I’m relieved that Lucy’s AFP was less than 2.
Ding Ding the monster is still dead.