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Little Lyla had to get her blood tested for allergies a couple weeks ago. I knew she'd probably have to be pinned down, screaming and crying, but what I didn't anticipate was that her blood flow would be so slow that it would be a brutal 10 minutes, (4 vials of blood) switching arms and lead to Donny almost passing out. I was really upset with the nurses who, half way through, were already saying "Almost done, almost done," leading all three of us to believe it was almost over when it wasn't even close. It was so sad when Lyla stopped crying and squirming to wimper and ask if it was in fact, done yet? Donny seemed to be doing perfectly fine, but when they switched to the arm closest to him, his hand was over his mouth and his face went straight into my lap. He wouldn't speak or even look up when it was over. I had to carry him to the car and when I sat him down I noticed that his face was completely white with no color in his lips! I felt like such a crappy mom. I should have brought his Leapster for him and had him face the corner the whole time! To help them get past the trauma I had lollipops for both of them and let them watch an Elmo movie. Thank goodness for Elmo :)