Those were Aunt Laura's exact words as we drove out of the parking garage of the hospital. Dr. Cortlandt, the pediatric attending, and I came to a compromise (she really is a good doctor - I like her). She agreed to let us go home if we had a blood culture drawn before we left and then another blood culture drawn this Friday at the pediatrician. We agreed.
Poor James had already had two IV lines placed (which take several tries to get in) and multiple blood draws from his arm. So, it was getting to the point that each attempt was a kicking and screaming fit (with lots of claims that he would rather die than have it done). So, I promised him a new game if he did a good job for this last stick before being discharged. Bless his heart...he wanted that game so bad - and new that he wasn't going to want to be still for it - that HE asked Aunt Laura to hold his arm down "really hard" so that he wouldn't move. I WAS SO PROUD OF HIM - he really is the bravest little guy I know.
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