This morning, I went for some routine blood work. Just a tiny tube of blood drawn by a pleasant young girl who chatted with me about her job. But now, 2 hours later, I’m still shaking.
A mother and her 13-day old baby were in the waiting room. A few minutes after they were called back, we could all hear the baby crying. I thought about how terrible an introduction to the world that must be. 13 days old and dealing with a needle stick. The blood of a 13-day old baby filling a glass tube so doctors could try to piece together what was going wrong in that little body. I thought about how horrible the mother must feel watching that. It was hard for me to take Andy for vaccinations. I can only imagine how much harder it must be to take a sick child to a medical laboratory and wonder what those tests will reveal.
Protection. It’s what we all wanted for our children. It’s what we want still.
