Everyone must breath until their dying breath. (Regina Spektor)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Goonies never say die!

Well, Ben has decided this toilet thing is really beyond cool. Unfortunately, he can't seem to get it to come out in more than a drop/trickle at a time. So, guess who was in the bathroom most of the morning helping (which I mean in the loosest term possible since my child is convinced that on his second day on the job, he is more than capable of doing it ALONE, thank you very much)? THIS gal!

Previously this morning, we got to go take Adam for a blood draw to make sure the seizure medication isn't slowly killing the flesh of my flesh. Between the one phelbotomist on at 7:20 am and myself, we still weren't quite enough to sedate a 7year old convinced that he was going to be numbed just like the first time they had to take blood at the fancy big city ER few months back. Alas, no numbing cream to be had, and there isn't enough sugar in the world to convince this kid that it won't hurt....much. Let me hit the highlights: At one point, 'Debbie' about gets her stomach kicked in, Adam tries to get out of this terrible situation by bribing me with how much he loves me, til finally, after nailing his legs to the table with my upper body and holding both arms down with my own arms, Adam valiantly distracted himself by throwing his head from side to side while yelling 'I can do this! I can do this!'

And did it he did. While Cole hid in the bathroom under the pretense of having to pee. In his own words: 'I didn't want to see Adam hurt.' I mean, man! What kids I got, eh? Upon hearing this piece of information, Adam gets concerned about Cole being scared, so Adam starts taking off his coat to show Cole that he is really okay, see the bandage? That was all, not too bad.

Not too bad, except that the poor kid gets really verbal when he's scared. Like 'Don't let me die mommy! I don't like this!' No wonder my usually unflappable 6yr old was cowering in the bathroom.

But, alas, nothing that a breakfast sandwich at McDonald's couldn't soothe if not solve. I tried offering Subway, but there's nothing like comfort food for a post crisis near death experience.

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