Another day… Another blood draw. All part of the journey. After a stick in each arm, we still didn’t get all that they needed. It just doesn’t happen perfectly every time. He was strong though and held his gram cracker and barely cried. As I remind myself to be patient with the medical assistant as she wiggles a needle around in Conrad’s veins and then to leave just hoping and praying that they got enough so we don’t have to go back. I Truely don’t know if it’ll ever seem normal, okay, or routine but I at least try to be patient.
Leaving the parking lot, the car behind me was beeping as I was trying to let a mom and her daughter pass by. It took everything in me to not park the car…. Be patient I heard an inner voice.. Because she’s just another mom like you. Dealing with her sons issues the best she can. Be kind and be patient.