The one time I kinda wished my daughter was a “boy”

I’ve had a blood work form for Emily attached on the fridge since December.

It’s not hard to go and get this done but its that kinda thing where I just kept postponing… Not because its hard, it’s just… I don’t know!!!

So this morning, Jon and I took Emily for her blood work.

The nurse was lovely. She made the whole blood work thing look so easy… She made all the other nurses in our past look bad! She made me believe this blood work thing could always be easy.

Than came the urine sample tiny container…

And that’s when it happened!

That’s the moment where I, for just one second, wished Emily was a boy…

Aim, fill the container, done! 🙂

Per respect for Emily and for myself… I am not giving you more details but all of you ladies out there know… You know it’s hard to aim on our own… Now imagine helping someone.



Blood work on tiny arm

I made a list of events to tell you about….

At first, I was afraid that my blog would only last a week or so… I figured I only had a handful of interesting stories…

My list still has close to 200 items on it and every day or so I remove one as I write my blog and add 1 or 2.  Every story I tell you brings back more memories of things I could write…

This one particular story is short but I like it.

When Emily was just 2 ish…  we needed to get some blood work done.  She was a really small 2 year old.  Probably closer in size to a 6 or 8 months old, with thin long arms and legs…

We were used to going to the children’s hospital where Emily’s size and syndrome didn’t affect the staff what so ever.

This time, we went to our regional hospital for the routine blood work.

I went in with my baby girl.  As the nurse was getting ready to draw the blood, she looked at Emily’s arm to get it ready and said something like “Oh, that’s a tiny arm, I don’t like to draw blood on arms this small”

Me: “Well, that’s not reassuring!!!”

Nurse: “Well, if the mom is nervous, maybe the mom should go in the waiting room until I am done”

Me: “If the nurse is nervous about drawing blood on a tiny arm, the mom is not going anywhere…!”

Add the appropriately polite smile at the end of the sentence…

Did she really think I would get up and leave her with my baby???


Like that was going to happen!


The nurse completed the blood work and we went home.

To this day, I have never left Emily alone with a nurse or a doctor.  I believe she deserves great care and I also believe she needs someone to advocate for her, someone who knows her and will stand-up for herself.


Would have left your tiny daughter with the nurse?