Most of you know that Lael is scheduled to have a Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy on Monday.
Wednesday was her Pre-Op appointment.
It was a long day. Long. Very long.
Originally hubby was going to go with me.
Then we decided to leave him and Kobi home.
That morning I somehow ended up taking them both with me. Alone. (Still not sure how he got that one past me.)
Here is a glimpse of our day…….
In the car on the way to the hospital:
Her: “So let me get this straight, I will not be sleeping in the hospital on Monday, right?”
Me: giggle giggle “…..right….” giggle giggle
In the room with the first doctor:
Doc: “So, do you have any more questions?”
Me: “I think that’s it for me, Lael do you have any questions?”
Her: “Yeah, when can we eat.”
In the Pediatric Waiting Room:
Her: “I’m hungry.”
Me: “I know, it shouldn’t be much longer.”
In the room with the 2nd doctor:
Doc: (whispering to me) “Did they tell you she had to have blood taken?”
Me: (panicking and trying to whisper) “NO…..”
Doc: “How does she do with that?”
Me: “I can’t say, she never had to have that done.”
Doc: “How do you think she’ll do?”
Me: “As well as you would expect a 7yr old drama queen.”
Me: “Lael, sit down, and let them take your blood…..pressure.”
Doc: “Ok, now I will take your temperature, I’m just going to rub this thing across your forehead.”
Lael: “Didn’t they just do that in the other room?”
Me: “Ok, great job honey. Now listen. The doctors need to take a teeny bit of blood out of your arm.”
Lael: “……………”
(At this point we negotiated for 10 minutes why this had to be done and which arm and how it wasn’t going to hurt at all)
Lael: “They are going to need a smaller one if they thing they are going to stick that in my arm.”
(The doc then stuck himself and drew his own blood to show her how easy it was.)
Raise your hand if you think she bought it.
Yeah.
After 10 more minutes:
Me: “You have two choices. You give him your arm or we will go downstairs to the Pediatric Clinic where the nurses will hold you down.”
Lael: “How about I just go home.”
I then had to do what any other mother in my position would do (or not).
I sat on her. I held her legs between my legs. I held her arm.
She then proceeded to lose her fucking mind.
She screamed. She hit. She cried. I cried.
They were able to draw the blood.
At one point she told me she was walking home.
In the Pediatric Waiting Room (again):
Her: “I’m hungry.”
Me: “I know, it shouldn’t be much longer.”
3rd Doc: “Is there a Lael here?”
Lael: “I’m not letting anyone else give me shots. I’m not going.”
Me: “You’re not getting any more shots.”
Lael: “I don’t believe you.”
Me to Doc: “Can you please ensure her that she will not be getting any shots or stuck with any needles.”
Doc: “No more shots, I promise.”
In the room with the 3rd doctor:
Doc: “I’m just going to rub this across your head to get your temperature.”
Lael: “Seriously?!”
In the Pediatric Waiting Room (3rd time):
Her: “I’m hungry.”
Me: “I know, it shouldn’t be much longer.”
Her: “Yeah, right.”
Finally the nurse came and got us and went over the patient procedures for Monday.
I took Lael to the cafeteria and got her a burger and apple pie.
I then took her to the store to get her a toy.
Best believe I ensured that they will be putting her ass to sleep BEFORE they put the IV in her arm on Monday.
