Monday March 1..."I surrender"

For such a short life, Ben sure has been through a lot. Not only has he been uprooted and moved across the country but he has been poked and prodded. Today was no exception...We went to see his new pediatrician (WE LOVE HER). She is down to earth and patient with our "first time parent" Obsessive Compulsive minds. Not only is she a keeper but the reception staff...they actually appear to show care and concern for you. (novel concept:) ). The kid friendly waiting room, inclusive of the real life Nemo aquirium is clean and oriented to those under 10. (I, Ryan, fit right in...Ben will grow into it).

After a good visit with the Dr. and much more explanation of the encrypted medical records we received at adoption, Ben was required to produce a hefty blood sample for testing and follow up to some of of the "unknowns" associated with little patient history...
Please remember that Ben is no a whopping 8lbs. 3 ozs. So the idea that this little boy can produce the desired 3 viles of blood was comical...until we realized they do not have the humor we do...they were serious. With a needle the size of a McDonald's straw (a slight exaggeration) they began "digging" (not an exaggeration) for a viable vien...Tears, Screams, Weeping and Wailing were heard by all in proximity...And Ben was loud too. Finally after giving up on one arm and moving to the next...the viles were filled (enough) and Ben was spent. Literally...He cried himself to sleep. Poor Guy.