So the last update on Gabby I shared her results from the Endocrinologist. I knew that she was going to have monthly injections. Little did I know that I was going to be giving these injections once every 28 days. Funny how the doctor failed to mention that part. My surprise was when the home health company contacted me about scheduling a delivery date for her new medication. Uh, what?! I was dumbfounded to say the least. They were surprised that I was surprised and after going around in circles they delivered a box the next day that included the syringe with medicine, a hazardous storage red box and alcohol pads for cleaning the area before injection.
Finally a week later a home health nurse came out to help teach me how to administer the injection. I tried to prepare Gabby the best I could. I told her what was going to happen and tried to assure her it would be quick and I would do it, not anyone else. The nurse arrived and it was a male nurse.
He instructed us the injection had to be done in her buttocks. That’s when we lost all of Gabby’s willingness. She did NOT want a man seeing her butt cheek. He was NOT allowed to watch. Of course he had to watch since I had no idea what I was doing and I was a nervous wreck. Did I mention I never wanted to be a nurse?! Never!
The first injection was done February 1st and thankfully Gabby never suffered from any side effects besides some soreness. It seems to have worked because she has not had another menstrual cycle since. Her second shot was administered on Leap Day. By me. Alone. No support from a nurse. Apparently if they tell you once that’s good enough. Thank God they don’t have that same mentality in nursing school.
The second injection went awful. Absolutely awful. I feel like I earned the worst mother of the year award. Seriously. Gabby was prepared and ready. She was laying on her side peacefully with only slight nervousness. She let me clean the area with an alcohol pad and mix the medication in the syringe. That’s when she lost it. She saw the length of the needle and came unglued. She started begging me not to do it which caused me to start shaking.
I was trying to hold her still by myself since T was at youth group and as I went to give the shot she hit my hand the minute it went in causing it to come right back out. One stick down, no medicine administered. The second stick, which by now I’m practically sitting on her yelling be still, went in yet the plunger was stuck and I couldn’t get the medicine to go in. I have no idea if between all the wrestling I twisted the lock on or if I was so weak I just couldn’t push it in.
Yes, it took three pokes to get the medicine in her. And this is why I’m not a nurse. I was so upset and shaking for hours afterward. I felt so bad I wanted to cry. Gabby was crying so we cuddled in bed and read Dr. Seuss books with Noah until she fell asleep. I massaged the area but the next morning she said it still stung.
I’ll leave you with a positive. Gabby has been growing her hair out because she has the desire to mimic the movie Tangled. She wants her hair like Rapunzel. I’m just glad she lets me curl it sometimes.
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