Needle in a Haystack

When Eli went to the pediatrician for his one-year appointment this week, they ordered a routine blood test to check his iron, etc. However, they do not perform those tests in the office, so I had to take him to a lab offsite. Today was the big day and Eli passed with flying colors. I brought him back into the little room and the nurse told me to sit in the chair with him on my lap. From there she tied the rubber around his arm and told me to hold him tight as he would most likely start to squirm and buck. Around that time another nurse came in to help hold his arm. The needle went in and Eli didn't even flinch. Then the blood started to be drawn and again, not a tear or yell or anything. He just kept staring at the nurses as if to say, "Is that all you've got?!?!" Neither of them could believe it. They said they'd never seen a baby act so nonchalant during a blood draw. (One that yielded four tubes of blood, I might add. The needle was in for a good two minutes.) To top it off, on the way home Eli pulled the gauze out from underneath the band-aid and then pulled the band-aid off. It was as if he didn't want anyone to think he was a sissy in need of protection on his boo-boo. (He did have a tattoo, after all!) What a trip!

Today was also Eli's first music class. Though he has enough musical instruments in the house to last him several years, I knew he'd enjoy the socialization and singing from someone other than his off-key mother. Indeed. He really seemed to like clapping his hands and watching everyone else do the same.