Pffft.

Today Jaxon had his eyes tested by orthopedics at The Royal Childrens Hospital. He needed eye drops. And he kicked and screamed and yelled at him to get away from him. For half an hour he screamed at the top of his lungs ‘I wont do it. EVER!!! I don’t want to. No! No! I’m not doing it’ In the end the head eye specialist came in, wrestled Jaxon to the bed while I held his legs and put the drops in. Waahh wahhh waah!

Anyway. That was my day. I don’t know where he gets it from.

He’s on his way to spend a week with Grandma in Darwin. He’s going to have such a good time.

He’ll be visiting his Great Grandma, going to see some crocs, he’s one lucky boy because he’ll be there for Territory Day. Tim is so jealous!!

Grandma will be coming back with him and visiting for a week. Can’t wait!

Tim was teasing me because he knew I’d cry. But I didn’t. he still teased me though. I will be nervous until he lands.

Just the thought of him going through this is terrifying. But we don’t have a set date yet so we’re trying not to think about that part yet.

Even so, he’s had to have all the pre-surgery tests today and for the most part he was OK. UNTIL…he had to have blood drawn for the first time.

I don’t know why but whenever something tough like this has to happen, it’s Mum who has to hold the child down! Vaccinations, dentists, holding the gas mask over his face as he screams. All. On. Mum.

At any rate, we left the blood thing for the end of an entire day of testing. I’d like to say that the promise of Macca’s can cure any lack of willingness to be poked and prodded and drained of “all my blood” but unfortunately it wasn’t the case.

Tonight I stayed in there with them. Telling them to shut up, close their eyes and go to sleep for over an hour before they finally gave up fighting me.