Ms. Kaz has a genetic blood clotting disorder. Don’t ask me what it is called. She has the 25 letter name of it memorized, I don’t. I just need to remind her to take her aspirin before long trips.
Because she has this disorder, our pediatrician recommended our daughter get tested for this. Which, of course, means having blood drawn.
Little did we know, it meant having blood drawn from both arms.
Greg, over at DaddyTypes, has a post up regarding a study that (duh) kids don’t like needles, and trips to the hospital that involve needles raise anxiety levels in kids.
Well, I gotta say, our 27 month old daughter was a brave little soldier, and did a great job. At least, according to my wife. I didn’t go. And I’m glad. I don’t like blood. When my daughter banged her chin and bit her tongue a couple weeks ago, I even struggled with that blood.
Of course, they did put some local anesthetic cream on her arm, which probably helped a bit. That, and probably playing “doctorin'” with us and giving and getting pretend shots.
Anyhow, she got through it just fine. Got some bandaids with cartoon characters and a couple toys as prizes for being so brave.
Now, we just have to take her for a second round of tests.