Today your mom and I took you to the lab to have some blood taken for some metabolic tests, to see if there's anything going on that explains your being a bit behind the developmental curve. We were both dreading it, because we know how hard it can be to draw blood from such a tiny person, and we knew it meant some scary things for you.
I held you, and held your non-donating arm under the work table. Your mom stayed close and sung to you when it was at the worst for you. It went pretty well. One stick, but she had to probe a bit with the needle to find a vein. Hard to watch.
But after it was done, you really recovered quickly. You took some cuddling from me, and we stopped to look at some trees and spring blossoms on the walk to the car, and you were back to being your usual self. It's remarkable how well you recover from such things. Your mom and I both wanted a drink.
We got some pictures from Sirlei that you were a happy little man at daycare. It was good to see.
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