We took Connor in for his check-up a few months back. Upon completing it we were told he needed to get some lab work done. Previously, all blood was taken from his heel... as they just pricked it and squeezed out what they needed. When we brought Connor down to the lab we learned that no longer could they take it from the heel. It had to be drawn like they would an adult. YIKES! We asked, "How?" As we couldn't envision the procedure, trying to hold down a little man. Well... the first lab we went to didn't give us any confidence in them, or the procedure. We put off the blood work. A few months passed and his pediatrician mentioned that she hadn't received the lab results. We explained to her our nervousness and asked what we were to do. She said just to bring him down to the lab that was in the same building as her office, since they see more children.
When we arrived, we were more than anxious. Johnathan was probably the worst... as he had to hold him on his lap. Initially Connor pulled back when he saw the person. Johnathan sat down, placed Connor on his lap and then started showing him items and things to play with. After about five minutes, he (Johnathan) said they were ready. The nice man moved the tray around and lowered it to Connor's height. After a few instructions, Johnathan placed Connor in a loving straight-jacket type of a hold. He cried a bit, and tried to move, however the guy held Connor's arm out straight. Then... came the butterfly needle.
The sharp little bugger... went in so swiftly that it took Connor about thirty seconds to respond. When it finally registered... he cried!
All Jannene could think as she watched was, "Poor kid." She knew he didn't like it, and just wanted it to get over soon. Jannene says, "I'm glad my husband was doing it, and not me."
Holding Connor in his arms as he squirmed was hard on Johnathan. Luckily, the guy filled an entire syringe with blood, removed the needle, and then transferred the blood into the four vials for the tests.
Seeing that little butterfly needle penetrate his arm was probably the hardest thing for Jannene. Literally feeling him struggle as the blood was being removed, especially since the guy had to move the needle a few times to keep the flow going, was the hardest thing for Johnathan. He had the task of reassuring the boy, holding him still and helping to keep his arm straight.
In the end Connor was okay. Daddy was okay. and Mommy was okay.