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Isn’t there a movie where some guy says with a funny accent, “For you, dahling, never a quickie. Always a longie”? That’s sort of how my life feels and I’m not talking dirty here.

I brought Braedan along for Austin’s “quick” lab work yesterday, thinking we’d be in and out in an hour and still have time for a last-day-of-Spring-Break playground visit.  We arrived in the clinic at 1 . . . and Mark finally met us at 6:30 so I could take Braedan home for dinner. After another switch-over two hours later so I could spend the night, Austin was released from the hospital at 2:30 this afternoon. How’s that for a quickie?

He needed platelets, again, even though he’d gotten them on Friday. And then needed a Doppler ultrasound to check the blood flow through his arms and fingers because his hands looked purple. And then we couldn’t get his blood pressure to drop to its already elevated “normal” range. . . and because the combination of low platelets and high blood pressure can cause bleeding in his brain, we were admitted. We did eventually use enough medications that his blood pressure lowered around 10 and then we were simply “observed” through morning, at which point he needed another platelet transfusion. Huh.

The two boys were not at all fazed by their hospital day though as yesterday they tore around the halls and played games that involved lots of squealing. So it was mostly okay. But of course, everyone’s patience was tested after all those hours and when Braedan started listing in a whiny voice the food he was planning to eat for dinner in the hospital cafeteria, including Austin’s favorite forbidden fruits corn dogs and yogurt, my protective motherly instincts kicked into gear and none of those instincts were aimed at protecting Braedan. I let loose a vicious string of attacks at him, including the words “torturous” and “cruel.” I think maybe steam was coming out of my ears.

Not my best moment. When he later asked me what “cruel” meant, I knew I had gone too far and explained carefully and calmly how much it upsets Austin (and me) to hear about all the things he’s not allowed to have. We talked for a good long while and I felt fortunate that kids are so quick to forgive.

And after we drop Braedan at school tomorrow morning . . . Austin and I will head right back to the clinic for yet another transfusion of platelets.  Oh boy.

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