Friday, June 24, 2011
Stick 'Em Up
Momma B and I attended injection training today. Not that I needed it since I deal with needles and injections all the time at work, but it was important that Momma B felt supported and comfortable. Too bad that didn't happen. Poor girl, she held it together pretty well the entire time we were in the room actually playing with the syringes and fake medications, but as soon as we left the building and got to the car I saw her hands shaking and her breathing was getting faster. I honestly thought she was going to start hyperventilating on me right there! I need her though because unfortunately I'm not getting away with just the Progesterone suppositories, but the shots too. Yikes. I guess if I need to, I can figure out how to give them to myself, but I think Momma B just has herself psyched out about the needles -- she doesn't like them and is so worried about hurting me. I truly think after she does it that first time and figures out it's not a big deal she'll get over it, but she doesn't seem to believe me. Any advice from those of you that have been through this?