Blood Tests, 4am lows and 5am Calls

Big Boy had a blood test scheduled for this morning, at the Hospital.

We've already been for this test a few weeks ago, but when the results came back BB's doctor was concerned that the results were a little high and so ordered a retest. I knew it was going to happen as when BB had the first test it caused him so much pain that he was sure that his arm was being sawn off with a blunt and rusty saw (that's what he said) and not even the promise of console time was able to help him calm down.

BB Christmas 2013

I wanted to kick him (the Doctor not BB!) because I didn't want a repeat of the last time. I didn't want my little boy to feel the pain he felt before.

To make matters worse, this time BB needed to fast before he has the blood test.

It's not too hard to get BB to not eat or drink between Midnight and 8am as I can kind of make sure he is asleep. It's the 8am to 9am (well 9:30 by the time they called us through despite being the first appointment of the day) bit I was worried about. How could I distract him when he was hungry, thirsty and panicking about pain from a blood test?

Then last night at 4am, he had a low blood sugar reading.

How are you supposed to fast when you need to take sugar in to ensure you don't die? Well, I gave BB the fast acting carbs that he needed and thought sod the accuracy of a fasting test, this is far more important. The nurse taking the blood agreed that and just made a note in the records.

The other problem with BB having a low at 4am is that it means I need to be awake for 15 minutes to make sure I stay awake to retest him and I always find if I've been awake for an additional 15 minutes in the middle of the night that I generally can't get back to sleep.

Which was true last night too.

I was just drifting off to sleep around 5am. I'm not sure what I was dreaming but I know that I was dreaming a nice dream when BB suddenly yelled out;


I was awake again in an instant, but there was no way I was getting out of bed. BB if you're reading this in the future, I apologise, but the creepy toys were watching you and I knew your sister was in bed so it wasn't her!  

Top Ender being Creepy

I knew that like me BB talks in his sleep, so I hoped this was one of those moments, and told him I'd be there in a minute hoping he'd settle back down on his own. 

Five minutes later however and BB called me again.

So I sneaked across the hallway to his room, stuck my hand inside his cracked door to turn the lights on... just in case there was a toy ready to attack me!

This did the trick and BB went back to sleep and I started the day. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep before my alarm went off.

So now we're here at the hospital.  Waiting for the torture to start.

Kinda wish the toys were still watching me.