Today, Moose and I returned to the lab downtown, in hope that the lovely techs from earlier in the week could find a vein.
Nana Magic has Moose and Monkey under her watch this morning because I had to work for a few hours, so Nana filled him up with plenty-o-fluids.
So Moose and I set off on yet other downtown adventure. Of course, the cheapass in me scouted $10 valet! (imagine in downtown Chicago) a stone’s throw from the lab’s front door…*doing a happy dance*.
What sucked royally- I was in my car a total of FOUR hours today. FOUR hours. TWO of which were with the Moose.
He was a good sport. Mostly, because I came prepared with an arsenal.
First, the ice cream bubbles. He carries this everywhere at home, so I brought them along blowing bubbles all over the lab. People were staring like I was half in the bag, but little did they know I was attacked by my son earlier in the week.
Next, a little container of mini-chocolate chips. Once we entered the teeny lab room, and Moose glanced at the ladies in the white coats, a tantrum erupted. I busted out “chocolate” and the tantrum disappeared into quiet chewing.
The power of sweets.
By the grace of God, they found a vein. He didn’t struggle as much because I fed him a few minichips every few seconds.
He did manage to knock the hundred or so minichips all over the damn floor, but whatever.
Parents, I highly recommend this method of surviving blood draws. I currently have a patent waiting approval.
Although we were short a vial of blood, (we needed five, but the techs only procured four), but they promised to make it work.
I nearly danced out of the lab. Moose got like fifty thousand kisses.
Monday, we will be a little closer to finding out what the hell is going on with our baby.