The Traitor

Posted by on October 6, 2008 at 8:50 am.

We took my little girl to her 1 year checkup recently. These scheduled visits are always a mixed bag of emotions for me. On one hand I want to know how much she’s grown, and hear reassurances from the medical man that we’re doing good. On the other hand I know my little one is going to be in pain from the multiple needle pokes within the next few minutes.

I played with her and made her laugh moments before the nurse came in. She was in a great mood, laughing, clapping, and chirping, oblivious to the sharp objects being prepared on the table beside her. Then came the finger poke for some test or other. The nurse squeezed her tiny fingers repeatedly until my baby’s blood filled a little glass tube. I was so proud of her. She was more curious than afraid. Then the nurse asked me to lay the baby down for her shots. Three shots in rapid succession. Two in one leg, and one in the other. The nurse has always been good at this. She was fast, efficient, and caring.

Aww The little girl’s demeanor changed after the first needle. The betrayed look was almost more than I could stand. It wasn’t until the third needle that she started crying, and the tears began to flow. I knew all this was for her own good, but I don’t like hearing her pitiful sobs amid gasping for breath. I hugged her tightly when it was all over.

I quickly took her out of the room for a change of scenery, and to let her play with the toys in the waiting room. More distraction on my part to distance her from what just occurred. She started playing happily, and probably already forgot the episode, but I still felt pretty rotten about my part in the deception and distraction. I always do.

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