My Daughter, Now A Willing Blood "Donor"

One of the medical concerns that can accompany Down Syndrome is problems with the thyroid gland. In our daughter's case, early blood tests revealed a slight hypothyroidism, and so she is on a daily thyroid supplement. As part of continuing to monitor correct dosage, twice yearly blood tests were required. This is where things got really interesting.

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Like many people (and kids especially), our daughter did NOT like being poked with a needle to draw blood. I have so many memories of having to wrap her in a sort of make-shift body restraint, and even then, needing 1 or 2 additional nurses to keep her still enough in order to find the vein and get the blood. All the while, Erin screaming blue murder. I recall one particular incident when, after getting her back to the car, I noticed hundreds of tiny red dots on her skin around her neck and face, the micro blood vessels in her skin having ruptured from the intense straining she did in trying to escape the scary procedure.

Over the years she has gradually become more used to, and more co-operative with, the process of having a blood test. Progress in this came to it's ultimate culmination last week when I took her for a blood test at a local clinic/lab. After presenting the receptionist with her health card and requisition form, my daughter was instructed to go to the back room and have a seat in one of the chairs. I instinctively got up to walk back with her when a crazy idea entered my mind. I quickly asked Erin if she wanted me to come, or if she wanted to go by herself. She raised a hand to stop my advance and clearly said, "By myself."

I sat in the waiting room and listened to the nurse talk to Erin and walk her though a procedure she already knew all too well. A minute later Erin came out of the room with a small cotton ball taped to her arm, and wearing one of the biggest grins she's ever had. I was immensely proud of her. To think how far she has come; no more threatening, no more coaxing, no more restraining. My little girl has grown up and has faced one of her biggest fears head on, and come through with pride on the other side. This special girl never ceases to amaze me.