My love has always been the medical field. I watched surgery after surgery with Sarah and it never bothered me. What others deem as gross and disgusting I would say was intriguing. However, I learned this week that at least 2 of my children follow after their dad and not their mom with their passion for the medical world. Wednesday I took Jake in to have some blood work done. He heard me making the appointment and began crying "I not going to the doctor!" Well, he cried the whole way there; the MA takes us to the room and he starts gasping for air. He was having a full blown panic attack! The doctor comes in and gives him a sucker easing the tension a bit. Because of his fear of the office we decide it best to have the blood drawn in the procedure room so that he won't associate it with the doctor's office. He cries but everything turns out ok.
Thursday, I take Emily in for some blood work. The MA come in to draw the blood and Emily goes into a panic attack. She sees the little needle and starts breathing fast. Half way through the blood draw I look at her and say "are you going to pass out!" The answer was YES! she begins falling over when the MA pulls the needle out and helps me hold her up. Seriously! She only prolonged her blood drawing experience because she had to have blood drawn from the other arm. Not that she did much better the second time. As the needle was going in she pulled her arm back scaring the MA. Finally, with her head between her legs the rest of the blood was successfully drawn. Afterwords she asks was I as bad as Jake? NO, ten times Worse! DRAMA!!!
I guess the Bott children better stick to business related fields in the future!
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