Poor damers is all tuckered out after getting the IV placed. Everyone here knows us well and that Damien is a hard kiddo to start a line in-the nurses dont even attempt it. IV therapy was called and arrived promptly adorned with all their high tech gadgets-freezing spray, the little light to help illuminate the veins, music and toys for distraction-but for a kid like Damien, whos been traumatized from years of bad experiences and pokies, nothing takes away from the horror of seeing the rubber band hurts me( i.e.-tourniquet). Its not so much the actual needle stick as the events leading up to it. The minute we hit the hospital door he starts asking am I getting a shot? Call it smart, call it conditioning, call it whatever youd like-I call it heartbreaking...He sees the tubes, the gauze, the arm board. He watches with eyes full of terror as the table is prepared and the screams begin. He gets himself so worked up he gets physically Ill:( Im sure I speak on behalf of parents everywhere when I say theres nothing more hurtful than seeing your child in pain-whether it be physical or emotional-and not being able to stop it. Its like a knife to the heart and I wish each and every time I could make his pain my own. Theres nothing I wouldnt do, no hell to great if only I could...However, I cant. this is our reality, this is our life and we must put on our brave faces and march on SO...I take your hand in mine my sweet child and kiss the tips of each finger. I bury my face in the softness of your hair. I kiss your head and hold you tight praying you dont see my tears or sense the pain I feel in knowing I cant take yours away. I sing softly into your ear and tell you how brave you are and how very very loved you are. I tell you you are my hero and kiss your cheek once more. The needles in, the pokies done-everything is alright---until the next time
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 22:27:32 +0000
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