Hoping for Good News...

Chad and I agree, we had one of the worst evenings of our life last night. Cooper had his 18 month well-child check-up in the morning yesterday, and when they weighed him, they noticed he has lost a whole pound in the last three months. When you only weigh 23 pounds, this is a good bit. So our pediatrician ordered a round of tests to make sure there is nothing going on. We took him and Griffin around 4:15 to the hospital lab (the one that's "better with children" according to the ped.!) to get his blood drawn. Despite asking when we registered to be taken to the Peds. unit straightaway, we were told the general lab could handle it. An hour and two sticks later, we were on our way to Peds. I knew it. Well, we then waited for 45 minutes in the hallway up there, feeling horribly sad for all of the sick kids around us. We said a special prayer for them and their families last night. When the nurses finally had a chance to help us, it took an hour, 3 sticks in the arms, an attempt to get it from his head, and a last successful attempt in his foot to get enough blood for the tests. Cooper pretty much screamed for two and a half hours, and was poked a total of 6 times. It was the worst parenting experience we've had. We're waiting, hoping to hear results today. Wish us luck!