Why I Hate IVs

In my last post I talked about my hatred for IVs and, at least for a few minutes, the nurses that put them in. Well, when you stay in the hospital your IV has to be changed every 3 days. That means that tomorrow I would have to have an new IV. The one I've had for the last few days became increasingly uncomfortable today. This afternoon the nurse removed some of the tape because it was itching and I thought that might do the trick. When the night nurse came in to flush it with saline there was a sharp pain that soon led to a burning sensation that got increasingly worse. It was determined that my IV had clotted off and needed to be moved. I tried to be a big girl about it. I made some jokes and tried to be casual. In reality, I began to sweat and my legs began to shake like I was standing in thigh-high snow. Long story short, 4 IV sticks, 4 blown veins, and 2 nurses later we are currently taking a break to regroup. For a brief moment I contemplated locking myself in the bathroom, but they lured me out with the promise of hearing the baby's heartbeat. The worst part about all of this is that me getting so upset about needle sticks does not help me feel any better about labor in a few days.