Our Tough Brave Boy

So, I wanted to start blogging because I thought it would be like journaling, and I thought it would be cool for Michael to have. The other day I had the chance to read through some of my old journals, I noticed I have a pattern when journaling. I don't write for months or even years and then when I do write, I try to recap everything that happened in the time that past. I almost started doing that here, but decided that I will start with the present, if I feel the need to refer to the past then I will do so at that time.

Today was a stressful day! Michael and I had doctors appointments. He had his blood drawn from his arm for the first time. He was such a tough brave boy. He of course was flirting with the nurse, laughing, making faces, and giving away kisses. He does the cutest thing right now where he suddenly wants kisses, he looks at you, presses his lips together and says "mmmmmm" when you pucker up and "mmmmmm" back he comes running over and gives you a big kiss. It's so adorable! Anyhow, he was flirting with the nurse and we had him pinned down on the table he thought it was a game until he felt that needle go into his arm then he looked at me, like "what are you letting them do to me?" I felt so bad! He then looked at the nurse with a "I don't like you anymore" look. Then he started to cry, hold his breath and pass out. I blew in his face so he wouldn't pass out. (He has been a breath holder from the minute he was born. He was a cesarean birth and as soon as he could breathe he took one breathe let out a big scream then stopped breathing, turned blue and passed out.) He only cried for a minute and after that it was my turn. He sat on my lap while I got my blood drawn, and looked attentively at everything the nurse was doing. . .Perhaps we have a future doctor or maybe just a ladies man with a fetish for nurses. LOL Before we left he was back smiling laughing and giving away kisses. . .