Monday, July 31, 2006
This morning I had to take Payton to have blood drawn. My stomach has been in knots over having to do this. Infants alone are a hard stick, let alone an infant with Down syndrome (their veins tend to be super tiny). After spending hours going from lab to lab trying to find a competent person, I finally settled on one lab that was willing to try. There were two techs, neither of whom could really feel, nor see her veins. One tech claimed she could feel a really small one in Payton's right arm, so we decided that she would try to get it (mind you, we needed 3 vials filled). So, try away.....SHE MISSED. Payton was wailing, tears flowing. The tech, even though she missed, did not pull the needle out, but continued to move it around and jab it in there trying to find the vein. Well we all know how that feels...not pleasant! So I told her to get the needle out of her and that I would go somewhere else. Well, needless to say, I was not going to go anywhere else today, as we both had enough.
Posted by Bethany at 10:10 PM
Labels: bloodwork, Payton (aka: Chicky)
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