I just wanted to thank all of you who prayed for Karis today. Several of you texted me on the way to Yoakum, and I really appreciated that. I can't imagine how much worse it would have been had you not prayed.
Karis wanted to know why she was the only one going to "run errands" with Mommy, so I told her, and then I barely got her to the car.
At the doctor's office, the nurse and I decided that we better do a needle in the arm this time to get a good amount of blood so she wouldn't have to do this again.
Wrong child to do this with.
I laid across her, so she could hold me, I could hold her right arm down, and I could look in her eyes. She was crying, and so I prayed out loud for her. I heard the nurse say after one minute, "Hold on Karis, we are almost through." I said, "You've already got the needle in?" She said, "No, not yet."
Anyway, I knew when the needle went in.
So did the whole city block.
I prayed louder.
Her feet were kicking and she was thrashing her other arm around. I knew the nurses were saying something, but I couldn't hear over Karis. After a full minute of some mighty lungs working overtime, I looked back and saw the vial was empty. No blood.
Turns out, Karis is a little double-jointed in her elbow, and her thrashing and twisting didn't allow them to get any blood. I can imagine the needle rolling around during all that did cause quite a bit of pain, hence the screaming.
So...we went back to the finger-sticking. Which Karis used to be completely fine with, but after all of that, she didn't want to relinquish her finger to anyone.
We got one. Nurse did her thing. It was over.
Karis, through tears, said, "Come on, Mom. Let's get out of here," and she grabbed my hand and headed for the door.
I told her we had to wait for the blood. So we waited in the hall. Not that room.
Yep. I got to deliver the blood again. Karis and I drove it to the hospital across town and handed it to the lab so it wouldn't have time to clot.
Glad that's over with.