Oh Dear
I had a board meeting tonight. When I walked in the door I was informed that Elsa is downstairs, asleep on my mother, clad in a diaper from 7 pm and a not-at-all-fitting summer romper (I loved that romper. I really, truly thought it would fit, but it won’t even fasten. She’s up to 25 lbs 9 oz and 30″). She needs a night diaper. Who wants to wake her up? I guess it better be sooner rather than later so there is a better chance she’ll go back down, but I really would like a few minutes peace before waking the clinging child.
She had her blood draw today and it was just as nightmarish as I expected. She is so different from Erik. He would have been happy right up until he was stuck with the needle, but she was hysterical before the process even started. The stupid lab tech was being good and making silly faces at her. She was happy. Then suddenly the tech got right in her face and yelled “yi yi yi!”
Why? WHY? WHY?????????
Seriously, do not get in a baby’s face and start yelling. Elsa doesn’t like people in her face and she doesn’t like yelling and she really, really doesn’t like people yelling in her face. Neither do I.
So she was hysterical and then the tech had to put the band around her arm. I had to have one arm tucked under my arm and then hold her other arm as straight as I could. The baby is strong though. Super strong. I couldn’t keep her straight arm held still enough and she kept wiggling it around until finally the butterfly needle came undone and started spraying blood every where.
The tech called in another tech to help and kept saying I wasn’t strong enough to hold her. The other tech was really rude to me and told me I needed to just hold her and it was ridiculous for her to come in and help. At least the original tech defended me and told her that the baby was really, super strong. I find it very difficult to hold my own child still enough for things like that. It is much easier to hold someone else’s child down since they are not breaking your heart in quite the same way.
The second stick was much better, but Elsa was still completely hysterical and a scary shade of red. Thankfully she quit crying as soon as the tech said “All done.”
If I never have to do that again it will be too soon. My heart breaks for all the parents of sick children who have to watch their children suffer through much worse than a blood draw.
Thankfully one of my friends called and invited Erik over, so we didn’t have him in our hair.
Thanks to Jenn for the suggestion of doing some role-playing with Erik. We used to do a lot of role-playing when he was younger, but I totally forgot about the idea. I told him we were going to play a really fun game of Good Friend/Bad Friend and he thought it was hilarious when we were being good friends. He was not pleased at all when I was being a bad friend so maybe the idea will hit home. I hope. I just want a nice kid. He is pretty popular in most of his peer sets, which is sort of a problem. I mean, yeah. Popular. That’s what you want for your kid. But the flip side is that he can pick and choose who he plays with because he has power. Power is not always good for your personality.
Ok, Mike just walked by with the sleeping baby so I probably should go and try to help him get a night diaper on the girl. Did I ever tell you the end of my EcoBumz saga? I put in a paypal dispute and the person refunded my money as an apology and told me she was sending the diapers that day so I would get them in 3 or 4 days. That was two weeks ago and they haven’t shown up, which is unfortunate because I really wanted them. I am more than willing to pay for them, but I’m not going to order more through her site since she clearly has no idea how to run a business. I’m disappointed. I like this whole “no leaks at night” thing. I also need to buy some more hemp inserts. They hold way, way more than microfiber and are a lot thinner. They are also more expensive.