Today we are recovering from our weekend. Nothing on the agenda today except laundry. Nice.
Kiddo has been achy and lethargic for weeks now, so Friday I took him to the pediatrician. She ordered LOTS of bloodwork, since it is not obvious what's going on. They don't do the bloodwork there at the office, so we had to go down the street to the phlebotomist. Don't you love how going to the doctor is not a one-stop trip anymore? Ugh. I took him there immediately after his appointment so that we could get it over with and not prolong the agony of anticipation. He did fine until he was in the chair with the tourniquet in place, and then things quickly went south. He FLIPPED OUT. There were three of us working with him, and we couldn't keep him still enough. The lady told me she wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole. "Come back when you can bring someone with you to hold him down - preferably his dad, with some muscle," she said. To complicate matters, it was a Friday, and Hubby and I were going away for the weekend - so if we didn't get that blood drawn that afternoon, Kiddo was going to have to think about it all weekend and we'd have to do it all over again on Monday. By this point, my son and I were both in tears. I called Hubby and asked him to come home right away so that we could hit the phlebotomist one more time before we left for the weekend. Kiddo and I drove around town for awhile until Daddy could meet us at the office. By the time Daddy arrived and it was time for us to go into the office to try again, Kiddo was a basket case. So were his parents. I went in to tell the phlebotomist that we were having trouble even getting him out of the car, and she said there wasn't much she could do. "Well, what do I do if you won't touch him?" I asked, trying hard to keep the tears at bay. "Just a minute," she replies, "I want you to talk to Carrie." She goes into the back room and comes back with her co-worker, who is a mom of a child who is very similar to our son. I burst into tears and wept on her shoulder, so thankful just to find someone who understood what we had been through that afternoon. She came out with me to the car, met my son, and talked him through the whole thing. She worked with me and Hubby to get him into the office, hold him still without hurting him, and get the necessary bloodwork completed. Afterwards, she pulled out her emergency stash of Disney Cars stickers and gave my sweaty, teary-eyed son a handful of stickers. I could have kissed her. Seriously. Thank you, Lord, for Carrie.
Now emotionally exhausted (it is REALLY HARD to watch your child go through that), we all went home and finished our packing for the weekend. Mom Mom came over and picked up a now happy Kiddo so that he could spend the weekend with her and Grandpa. Hubby and I threw some stuff in our cars and headed out for a weekend retreat with the junior high youth group from church. Our son had a blast at his grandparents' house (building roads in their living room)...
...and Hubby and I had a fun time connecting with the kids, playing games, having Bible studies, and swimming. The cabin we stayed at has a large pond and an awesome water slide, always a highlight for everyone.
We were especially grateful for the water this weekend, as it was incredibly hot and humid. And there is no A/C in the cabin, of course. After swimming, the kids actually went down to the musty basement to play card games, as it was the only cool place in the house.
While the kids were swimming, these moths were swarming my camera and camera bag.
I don't know if they smelled something, or if it was just the heat that my camera and bag had soaked up from the sun, but they were all over!
We had a good weekend with the kids, despite the heat - we were just very grateful to come home to our air conditioning and our own bed. Today I will tackle the pile of laundry, play with my kiddo, and wait for the doc to call with the test results. Hoping for some answers (that ordeal has to be worth it, right??).
