Today we had to head back to the hospital for some outpatient bloodwork for Ava. The blood was to be screened to make sure the Caffeine levels in Ava's blood were normal from the drops we were required to give her. I hated having to walk back into that building with Ava so they could poke at her some more.
Ava did not like having her blood taken at all. As soon as they did the heel stick she was screaming and Mel got so upset that he had to walk out of the room. It was weird seeing Ava's blood. It made everything feel so real and so harsh. I've seen the scars on her heels from the many heel sticks she had while in the NICU but I was never present when they actually withdrew the blood.
Seeing the blood made it finally sink in that I wasn't dreaming and she really is premature and all of this is really happening. Why does it take blood for us to realize that someone is not okay? I mean I know what's going on but I don't think I really let it penetrate my core. I feel like I'm finally allowing my body to accept what's going on and it's all so harsh.
All this emotion from just 4 vials of blood!
Ava did not like having her blood taken at all. As soon as they did the heel stick she was screaming and Mel got so upset that he had to walk out of the room. It was weird seeing Ava's blood. It made everything feel so real and so harsh. I've seen the scars on her heels from the many heel sticks she had while in the NICU but I was never present when they actually withdrew the blood.
Seeing the blood made it finally sink in that I wasn't dreaming and she really is premature and all of this is really happening. Why does it take blood for us to realize that someone is not okay? I mean I know what's going on but I don't think I really let it penetrate my core. I feel like I'm finally allowing my body to accept what's going on and it's all so harsh.
All this emotion from just 4 vials of blood!
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