Yesterday was my 4 year olds appointment with his neurologist. After waiting 1 1/2 hours, we finally saw the doctor. He decided that we needed to do another MRI, an EEG, and another round of blood tests. When I had told Kayden about the Dr.'s appointment, he was afraid of getting stuck in the arm again, so this was not happy news for us. He screamed and cried all the way down the elevator and in the waiting room, as we waited for his turn. It was heartbreaking! "It's going to hurt me so much! I want to go to my house!"
When they called his name, the distress kicked up a notch. I sat him in the chair and started to sing. As the lady got ready to stick him, he stopped crying, and didn't cry through the whole test. "Look, I'm not crying now! This not so bad! I'm a brave boy!" The anticipation was far worse than the thing itself!
We went to Chuck E. Cheese to reward the "Brave Boy"!