Trauma at PMH

I had to take Harrison for a blood test on Friday, after our visit back to the paediatric gastroenterologist.  Knowing how much he hates needles, I didn’t tell him until we arrived at the hospital collection centre what we were there for.  He was absolutely terrified.  It took me and three nurses to hold him down and take his blood.  Unfortunately they needed 3 vials, so it wasn’t exactly quick.  I think only Princess Margaret Hospital staff would be capable of getting blood out of a screaming (and strong) four year old.  After it was all over, I tried to persuade him that it was all over much quicker than he’d expected, and didn’t hurt nearly as much as he feared – he thought about it for a second, and then announced that it *was* just as bad as he expected...