B12 vs. Mom

Our B12 shots arrived at our door a few days ago.

I quickly put them in the fridge, trying to ignore that I had them.

I've heard lots of wonderful reports about kids on B12 (minus the ones that get extreme hyperactivity from them) but the idea of sticking my child with a needle was really freaking me out.

Our doctor had told me I could practice on myself- but I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I couldn't even stab myself but yet was going to have to stab Brian?

Our doctor also said I could try doing it while he was sleeping, as he had been successful doing it that way with his own son.  I thought that would be a good option, knowing how many people it takes to hold him down when we do blood draws.

The past couple of nights I would participate in some strong self-talk, get the needle, go to his room, see his peaceful, innocent, sweet self sleeping.....and back down.

Last night I laid in bed, almost falling asleep, when my inner monologue started again. "C'mon Heather, you have to do this.  Stop being a wimp.  You will never know if B12 could make a difference if you don't try!  Plus you had to pay for the stupid compounded shots out-of-pocket.  You know how much you hate to waste money." Okay so I think the money might have been a motivator.

I grabbed the shot, went to his room.  Pulled off the blankets ever so gently, pulled down the Thomas the Train pajamas, and slowly tried to jab him.  He jerked and rolled over.

I almost got up to leave.  However, I had came this far, I had to do it.  I knew I had to try to do it in one swift movement.  I stabbed and pushed the compound into his little bum.  He didn't wake up, but his hand did come to brush off that stabbing feel and knocked the needle out so half of the B12 ended up on the exterior of his skin, rather than under this skin.

So, it could've gone better.  But I did it!  And he didn't cry or fully wake up.  As long as I watch those hands next time, I think we can do this.