We had our appointment with the head honcho consultant at the hospital. we decided that we needed to test Lotties blood again to check her thyroid. She gained a bit of weight in a year and has defo got taller but deo a small petite kid who has taken to going down for her afternoon sleep at 3 and not waking up till the morning. Also with a almost constant cold of some description they want to check she's not anemic or anything.
The blood test was awful. I made them give me te 'I've been a brave girl badge' today.
As soon as htey saw her they remembered her from last time and the woman said,'oh she's strong this one, girls, I'll need your help here'!
It took 4 adults to restrain her and me to wisper sooting things and stroke her hair.
It's like she was posessed by the devil. The screams, OMG. It was horrific. She almost stopped breathing and was choking at one point.
I didn't realise at the time as I was too busy trying to calm her and trying not to cry but D said that the woman doing it was a student, or he's pretty sure she was and he heard her say to the other girl 'ohhh, I think I've hit bone'.
I know it's only a blood test and that when it's over it's over, but in my life that was as bad as it gets and it just made me sad that we have to put her through that, even if it is only twice a year. At 3 years old she's had at least 7 of them so far and that's 7 too many.
She was so exhausted when we'd finished that she fell asleep on the way to nursery. I felt so bad leaving her there but I had nowhere else to take her and I had to work, I wish I hadn't have had to work today. I felt like shit dropping her off at nursery, having to wake her and carry her in, hand her over and going to work.
Anyway, that's it, I couldn't have a shitty morning without telling you could I!