Yesterday....

Yesterday was one of the hardest parenting days yet. Mya had to go to get her bloodwork done to see if she has an egg allergy. We arrived at the lab after Mya's morning nap. She greeted the receptionist with a huge smile... she didn't have a clue as to what was about to happen. My heart ached for her knowing that she was about to be in for a big surprise.... I didn't have a clue as to what was about to happen.

I knew we were in trouble when the 2 lab techs asked eachother who wanted to "do the baby" followed by two nervous laughs. Great. I also knew we were in trouble when the lab tech couldn't figure out how to work the computer. Great. I further knew we were in trouble when another lab tech came in and said to the other, "No, no, no....we're not testing for that. Erase that. Just the egg whites." Great. The trouble continued.....

It was finally time for the blood draw. I had to hold Mya on my lap with an arm rest holding her in. It reminded me of getting in your seat for a rollercoaster ride at Great America. In fact, this was a bit of a rollercoaster ride. I was prepared, or so I thought, with pacifier in hand and her lovey puppy. The tech tied a tourniquet around her arm so tight that it began to turn purple. Her fussiness had begun. He then got the needle ready, felt for a vein, and wiped her with alcohol. Her fussiness grew into a cry. He took the needle and stuck it into her arm. Her cry turned into a full scream. I was horrified.

It felt like the needle was in her arm for an eternity. As she screamed, I tried to sing to her and talk to her assuring her that I was there for her. The tech removed the needle, and I found it odd that I saw absolutely no blood. "Is that it?" I asked. He replied, "No, I couldn't find a vein." WHAT???? Mother bear was about to explode.

They began prepping her other arm. This couldn't be happening. At this point, Mya was hysterical, and I was about to become hysterical. The two of us were both sweating profusely. The same tech began searching for a vein in this arm. I was thinking.... if he doesn't find it this time, we're out of here! Luckily, another tech stepped in and got the job done. Why didn't she do it in the first place?

We left the lab completely traumatized. I gave Mya a bottle in the car which seemed to help settle her. She was still gasping for air for the first 5 minutes of our drive. I was relieved when I heard her innocent little conversation she was having with her lovey puppy. She was probably explaining to him that everything would be alright...

We find out the results on Monday. I pray that she doesn't have an egg allergy, but fear that is exactly what she has. Cross your fingers!

Daddy comforting Mya when we got home. You can see bandaides on both arms.

She seems to have forgotten the horror she just went through!

Mya later in the afternoon. We had gone swimming and I changed her clothes. She looks like a boy, but I still thought this was cute! She is so happy!