Ethan was discharged from occupational therapy today! Hoorah!!! He still will have a few more sessions of physical therapy, but he is doing very well. God has blessed us in healing Ethan so much! It's hard to even tell that he couldn't walk 2 1/2 weeks ago.
Ethan was supposed to have gone for bloodwork last week. After all that the poor kids been through I could not bear to take him. I kept putting it off. Making one excuse after another like... maybe Dave would like to take him (yeah, right) or he looks like he needs a nap, maybe later or I need a nap maybe later ( you get the picture) I just couldn't bring myself to subject the poor kid to more trauma. Even a needle. Well, finally today, after getting up the nerve, I took Ethan to the lab.
We got there and Ethan was as happy as could be. He was laughing at every little thing. Waving hi to all the people passing us by and generally seemed excited to be in this new strange and exciting building. Lets say I was beginning to feel a little bit guilty at this point. While in the waiting room Ethan drove his train all around and through the chairs laughing every time he crashed his train. He was a little loud, but probably to the other patient's chagrin I couldn't bear to ruin his fun.
Finally it was our turn. The nurse called our number and Ethan skipped behind her excited to see the next new room. The nurse glanced over and asked if who was getting the bloodwork done. I could tell she was hoping I wouldn't say Ethan, but I did. I think I saw her gulp.
First, I have to say that thank goodness that kids are forgiving. Here I am, Ethan's mom. He knows that mommy is supposed to protect him, and I am forceably holding him down so that some strange lady (this time it took two strange ladies) to hold his arm and put a sharp needle into it. It doesn't make me feel like I should win the greatest mommy award, but at least Ethan still loves me. All it took was one lollipop to make him feel better. Of course, he wouldn't take it from the nurse, only from me. I am pretty sure he won't be as happy next time we go to the lab.
Whew, I am GLAD that is over. Now, I just have to sike myself up for next time. ;)
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What a sweetie!!! Don't feel bad, it if for the best that you had it done.
I have always said that if Victoria is ever the one to get needles or have to stay in the hospital for an extended period of time...I am in trouble. She is such a drama queen.
So glad that he is out of therapy and that he is walking so well.
Thanks again for keeping up on your blog...i love reading it!
Hey Ami,
The pictures are soooo cute!! It looks like they had fun at their party and riding bikes!
love you,
charity
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