The boys had their 3 year and 1 year check-ups today.
Cub had to have three vials of blood drawn in order to check for some allergies, and he was so brave — in his 3 year old way.
They had to poke him and reposition the needle multiple times, and he whimpered a little to me that it was aiyah (Korean for hurt). As they continued to jab and the pain continued, he started to whimper and panic a little, but I could see he was trying to hold it together. He tried to stay still, waited patiently, and followed instructions.
After the blood was drawn, he accepted my treat in a daze, and we sat outside the medical offices with Pup, eating our lunch together at a picnic table.
As he ate his treat, his mind was elsewhere. I think he was processing what just happened. He zoned out for about 10 minutes, chewing here and there.
Suddenly, he turned to me, eyes full of tears, and said, “Aiyah … aiyah?” It finally hit him: it was scary. It hurt. And he broke down.
So I held him and let him cry.
My brave little boy.