I can't decide if its gotten easier or harder over time to take Ashlea for medical procedures.
In some ways it is easier - we are very familiar with the hospital now and with the way things are done. We know how to get things done as efficiently as possible. Ashlea is reasonably tolerant of blood pressures, weighing and measuring, poking and prodding - even blood tests to a degree. Even I am more tolerant of blood tests - I can now watch the needle go in as well as the rummaging around under the skin to get it in the correct spot. When the blood flashes back into the tube I tell Ashlea excitedly - the blood is coming! We're nearly finished!
Other times I think its gotten harder. Ashlea is older now. She can (and does) protest much more vigorously. She knows she doesn't want to have the procedure done. She begs to go home.
Every so often I am reminded of just how much she puts up with. Today Ashlea had a kidney scan that she had to literally be strapped to the table for. Thank God - again literally - thank God for the person who discovered or invented midazolam - without it this would not be possible:
What a brave (and quite stoned) little chicky.