Blood Work

This morning we took Everett to have his blood taken. Ivan sat in the chair with him and I was in charge of holding his arm. I think I was more nervous than Everett. Well... when the needle went in I closed my eyes and held on to Everett's arm really tight. After the first vile was full the nurse moved on to the next and the blood wasn't coming out that quick. I thought that maybe I was squeezing his arm to tight so I released my grip a little - BIG MISTAKE! Everett pulled his arm back, the needle came out and blood was shooting out of his arm. Well of course there wasn't enough blood in the second vile so we had to move to the other arm! I felt so horrible I almost cried. Poor little guy!