A brave little guy!

The other day Micah had to get some blood work done. That's right, blood work! He is a perfectly healthy, bouncing baby boy. But the doc requested he get some blood work done as a precaution. I've been putting it off for days just because I hate to see my little guy in pain and he just had shots a week ago. This was the day I reluctantly drove to the hospital. Almost as quickly as we walked in to the hospital I just about walked out. This is not a fun place I tell you! Sad people, sick people, old people, young people! We all get sick. . . .ugh.
Micah was not phased. Just as happy as usual. Then came the trauma. I had to sit him on my lap and bury my head in his as they pricked away. It all started with the rubber band like tube they wrapped around his arm. It didn't help that they kept saying, "this baby's got good veins!!!"
Micah started crying the moment they wrapped that tube around his arm, but then amazingly stopped once I gave him a pacifier. I kept trying to tell him that he shouldn't try to look at what they were doing to him, but he wanted to see. I was crying through most of it too and I definitely did NOT look! I can barely stand it when I have to get my own blood drawn and now I have to watch my baby get this done?? What a day. . . .




Next time Chris is on blood duty. . . .