This was the one daily routine that would leave me feeling helpless. I was unable to do anything except gently touch my prem through the humidicrib as doctors would try to find a vein to take the blood.
Well, today, nearly 5 and half years later, these same feelings came back.
We have had some concerns with Kye's health and we are in the midst of finding out what is really going on in his body. Blood tests are one way of finding the answers.
This morning we prepared Kye for the test and placed a numbing patch over his arm to hopefully ease the pain. We bribed him with the outcome of buying a beanie kid after the test and assured him it will be over and done with quickly.
As I sat on the clinical bed with Kye, my heart started racing. I looked at my little boy who was smiling at this point whilst the nurse was trying to find a vein in his tiny arm. This took some time as his veins are significantly small due to the size of his body. As he laid down to begin the process of taking the blood. He took my hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying so hard to be brave and whispered "Mum, its starting to hurt". My eyes welled up with tears. For a moment, everything in the room stood still except for my thoughts.
This was my moment to reassure him and be his strength. I could not let him see my tears at this time, as these were tears from the past, not the present. He was looking to me for strength.
I quickly swallowed my tears and smiled. I held his hand tight and told him how brave he was and that it was all going to be over in a minute. We talked about the beanie kid he was going to buy. He even tried to negotiate two bears, which made me laugh! No doubt about him.
The nurses were so proud of him! He walked out of the surgery so chuffed with himself that he had got through his worse fear. I was so proud of my little man. He has become such a strong, brave survivor of all areas of his life thus far.