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Bellerina is a trooper when it comes to getting shots at the doctors office. She looks at me with a slightly concerned frown and then immediately gets over it as soon as I pick her up.
Turns out, the same cannot be said for getting her finger pricked and blood drawn.
It went something like this at her 1 year check-up:
Nurse: "It might take a while for this vial to fill up, some kids are slow bleeders."
3.5 seconds later
"Wow, ok, she's a good bleeder, all full, lets get a bandaid on that"
This is where things go horribly wrong. Bellerina was not upset about having her life force extracted from her body, but she WAS upset that we were trying to hold her finger still and put a bandaid on it. Massive freakout ensued.
When we were only at a level 8 instead of a 10 the nurse left the room to get stuff ready for her shots.
At precisely that moment Bellerina decided to rip the bandaid off her finger.
So I ask you to picture me, holding gauze pads on her finger, while bouncing her around the room on my hip, singing "Skinamerinkydink" (or whatever it's called) in an attempt to stop the screaming, alternating gauze every 7 seconds, while she continued to spew blood in an arc all over my clothes, flip-flops, the floor and her white outfit. Yes I dressed her in white.
Eventually the nurse returned and bandaid number 2 stayed put.
Needless to say, I had a Corona with dinner tonight.