My son, the pin cushion

So, Sunday night Braxton started running a fever of 105.2. Along with that came some throwing up (this is in the middle of the night of course) and midnight movie watching. Yesterday we went to see a doctor because aside from the small bit of ralphing, he wasn't showing any symptoms as to why he was running a fever. In case you don't know, when a kid is running a high fever and is showing no other symptoms doctors tend to freak out. Especially when said kid has done this once before, and it turned out to be sepsis. SO anyway, they run a battery of tests to try and find a point of infection. The tests were a blood draw and a catheter for urinalysis. Well, apparently braxton was bone dry on the pee front so that was bust, and the blood clotted on the way to the lab, so that was bust also. So we got called back in to repeat these tests. Big fat suck there. Well, Braxton passed out during the second catheter which was bad enough. Then the nurses seemed to have forgotten ALL of their training and poked him six or seven times before they decided that they couldn't get an adequate sample and he had to go to a phlebotomist. Who, thankfully, got the sample in one quick prick. We're still waiting for results on what is wrong with him. Other than being traumatized by it all of course.

This is arm one. There is a sticker for each poke they gave him today. (note the one on his chest too) And for once, the band-aids aren't purely decoration.

This is the second arm. There are acutally two stickers in that hand...

This is the face I got when I asked him how he felt about it. This morning when I told him we had to go back to the doctors, he didn't freak out, he just said. "oh, the doctor lay down on the table and get shots today???" While it made me giggle that the kid already has a head for vengeance, it also broke my heart to have to tell him that he was the one that would be laying down on the table.