Little Kids Are Tough

     Drew and Adam had both been quite sick. They were both losing weight and looking so gray that it frightened me. Adam could keep some fluid down but not Drew. I took Drew to the hospital and had him checked out. Of course, while there, he ate a Popsicle and was a much better color. He wouldn’t eat them at home of course so I got to pay for a $500 Popsicle. He did have some blood taken and the next day his regular pediatrician’s office called and said his blood work was irregular and that I needed to bring both the little boys in to have some blood work done. Sounded like so much fun that we went immediately. Drew had to go to the lab to have his blood taken and further tested which meant that they had to draw considerably more had the finger stick he had gotten the evening before. As I got to the lab I was met by four technicians, I assumed that they were slow that day and were all just hanging out. Not the case. One was to draw his blood while I held him on my lap and the other three would hold him still. I took a deep breath and readied myself. What happened next shocked all of us. The first tech poked him and the others were ready to hold him when he looked up at them and smiled. No crying, no screaming, not even a flinch. Nada. They were amazed; I told them to tell everyone about my brave, tough kid.