Bevin ended up fighting the three of us so hard that she shook the needle out of her arm…luckily the lab tech was able to make do with the amount of blood he had so he didn’t have to poke her again.
During all of this a forth lab tech had asked me if Hayden could sit in the waiting room with her and she had given him a coloring book and crayons so he didn’t have to watch the chaos go down with his sister.
When Bevin was done we collected our stuff, got our jackets on and made our way back out to the car. As we were getting in Hayden climbed in on his side and I buckled Bevin into her car seat and told her I was proud of her. As I climbed into the driver’s seat Hayden asked “why did you say you were proud of her? She cried, you shouldn’t be proud of her…” I didn’t know what to say. Not that we would ever tell Hayden we weren’t proud of him for crying because of a shot, but he also doesn’t get the same praise she gets for having a panic attack during his yearly shots.
Hayden knows Bevin has arthritis and he sees her get her shot every Thursday as well as take her Naproxen every day, we’ve told him that the arthritis makes her legs hurt and he’s seen the recycle bins up at daycare and a few other places…but I don’t think he really knows what her arthritis means. And I forget that all the time. I unintentionally given Bevin extra attention all the time and little comments like “why are you proud of her?” are a huge reminder…
I’ve got Bevin’s magazine and newspaper articles in frames in my office at work. I’ve got this year’s walk posters with her picture as honoree up…of course Hayden’s school pictures are up too, but his school pictures don’t compare in number to the items about Bevin and her arthritis. Did I do that intentionally? No, but do I realize it every once in awhile? Yes.
Hayden, my first born, my overly sensitive boy…I love that kid…He’s my cuddler, my pleaser. I try to equally divide my attention as much as I can, but I know, more often than not, more of it goes to Bevin…Between her injections, her labs, her doctor’s visits, then you add work, by the time I get to him I’m exhausted.
I can’t imagine how families with children sicker than Bevin who have another child (or more) do it when I can barely manage it with our situation.
Days like yesterday and comments like that from my 5 year old just remind me how I have to remember to try and take just a little extra time with Hayden.
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