Caleb had his third blood draw since being diagnosed.
He knew it was coming, but I didn’t tell him until that morning exactly when we were going. It didn’t make his day, but he pulled it together and stayed strong.
Caleb usually wants silence, no talking and no distractions. This year he asked for me to talk to him. As we were walking out of the house, I grabbed a joke book and big brother Colin’s job was to read him some funny lines.
Caleb totally rocked it!
I should take some tips from Lila – yes, she’s there too, but you wouldn’t know it because she’s doing a superb job of keeping quiet.
Here’s Caleb two years ago at his first blood draw. The bruises on his arms, which are now finally gone, jump out at me. They are the marks of alternate site testing.
I’ll never forget this phlebotomist. He was so kind and friendly. He still brings a smile to my face.
After this year’s draw, I told Caleb how proud I was of him because even though he didn’t want to, he did it without any trouble or complaining.
He told me, “Mom, I wanted to cry, but I didn’t.”