Hand holding.
I slip into the padded chair
and turn the crook of my arm skywards.
My name is checked and my date of birth as the torniquet is secured and then tightened.
He’s watching my every move and that of the phlebotomist too.
She looks him over and then asks me to have him stand away.
I ask him to move over to the doorway but instead he comes closer and hovers by the arm of the chair.
“Here, mummy, you can hold my hand.
You can give it a squeeze if it really stings and I will take the hurts from you”, he tells me.
The pathologist clucks at the absolute cuteness of my son as she pierces the vein and extracts the blood needed for testing.
I grasp his little hand
but not because of the pain.
Funny,
aside from the swell of love for the boy,
I no longer feel a thing.
OMG can he get any cuter and more lovable …of course ! (hugs) I hope all the answers are good ones.
He’s an absolute gentleman. Bless him
I never wanted a little boy…only girls….and then I had a little boy….and I thank God every single day that I’m not the one making all the decisions. Because I was so very wrong. And I can’t imagine my life, the world, without my son. I think you’ve got a special one too.
You have such a precious son!
No greater gift than a child with empathy and a willingness to share it.
Awwwwwwwwwww
What an adorable and sensitive son you have raised!
Oh that just made me melt into a big puddle. What a sweetheart! xx
Wow, you have such a loving and adorable son
Just catching up on everything I’ve missed. God you are a superwoman!
Fingers crossed for your tests, & Ivy’s paed to get his act together, & just all of it.
Oh, & what a sweet little guy, that’s just beautiful.
You have a keeper there. ♥
Oh how sweet. He reminds me of my Nick. At night, Nick would come home from his little part-time job at Walgreen’s. This kid had been on his feet all night. I knew he was tired. He would come into my bedroom to play on the computer and talk with his friends online. When I would crawl into bed, often hurting horribly with my rheumatoid arthritis, he would turn his chair around, reach out and take my socks off my feet to help me get comfortable. I knew how much love was in his heart — to be so tired, and still sensitive to his mother’s pain.
Oh how often I miss him taking my socks off at night. He was God’s blessing of the really compassionate son in my life. Your son will be just like him. I can see this now.
Noah has such a wonderful talent for loving and caring!
gorgeous boy.
Noah really is the sweetest 4 year old around. We all love him as much as you do. i hope your tests come back showing nothing serious.
That is simply adorable. What a man.
oh he is so sweet!
Oh my gosh… I want to smooch those whiskers right off his face! What a sweet boy, offering to take away your hurts.
Oh that is so cute! Blood tests are not the nicest thing and to have your little boy with you, wanting to protect you – that is something to smile about.
You have such amazing kids.