Trypanophobia

This word appeared in one of my favorite bloggers, thepioneerwoman.com, when she recently discovered one of her children have it. My daughter had it (please notice the past tense!) Trypanophobia is a fear of needles and injections related to medical procedures. Yep, that phobia! That phobia that cost me $1,000 to rid it from my daughter’s mental synapses and neurons.

AND IT WAS WORTH EVERY CENT. Well, every dollar!

It all started with a non-pediatric dentist, who claimed my daughter bit him. No biggie. I didn’t like him much, although my husband still sees him. And then, her behavior got progressively worse. One day, at the age of 12, when the pediatrician came in to give her a shot or to just swab her tonsils for strep, she jumped off the table and ran out of the room.

I have proof. Her grandmother was visiting here during that time.

The poor pediatrician. He ran and got her, brought her back in, and told us that she was going to have to get this behavior under control. He said it was essential because of her asthma. Freaking out and asthma apparently don’t go well together. And he also said that if I didn’t get her treated, he couldn’t treat her.

Talk about having your back up against a wall!

We found a wonderful child psychologist who worked for many months on desensitizing our daughter to the various procedures: throat swabs, needle punctures, etc. I don’t remember exactly how, but it worked.

And just in the nick of time.

Less than a year later, she came down with the flu AND strep within a 10 day period and had to get IV fluids. Then, within a few months, due to her collapsed immune system when she got both the flu and strep, the doctors thought she might have a kidney problem, so she had to have a kidney biopsy.

The psychology sessions didn’t keep her from crying, but she didn’t freak out. Although when the nurses in the hospital gave her the IV in her hand, it was a bad experience for both mother and daughter. But after that, the biopsy was a piece of cake. She was then supposed to sleep the rest of the day and night due to the sedation meds they gave her.

Nope.

Every 10 minutes, she’d pop open those hazel eyes, look around until she found me, and then ask: “how long have I been asleep?” I’d tell her, “10 minutes”, and then I’d beg her to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She did. Almost for 10 minutes at a time. The whole day. And we spent the night there, because the pediatric nephrologist didn’t like children being home because it would be harder to restrict their activity, and the kidney has to scab over and heal to prevent internal bleeding. Which also meant that the nurses had to come in every so often, flush out her IV with heparin, draw some blood, and then test it to make sure her blood counts were normal. That process went on all during the day and night, too.

Needless to say, neither of us got much rest that day or night. And she was on restricted activity for 2 weeks at school. Luckily, she was old enough to understand.

Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with a kidney disease: igA nephropathy. Luckily, she appears to be in the group of people where the disease stays dormant. In fact, the last time she saw the nephrologist, the doctor said that if he/she didn’t know she had been diagnosed, he/she wouldn’t have known she had the disease.

ALL GOOD NEWS TO OUR EARS.

Anyway, I actually made a comment to the pioneer woman, in case she reads it, that there is hope and a cure for trypanophobia. My daughter is living proof. She even laughs now about it when she has to get a shot. They don’t bother her in the least.

She still doesn’t like dentists, but this one’s on her $$$!!!!!

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~ by Heather on September 16, 2011.

One Response to “Trypanophobia”

  1. I certainly do remember that pediatrician episode. I’m sure my mouth hung open for some time. I also remember that we knew she had been cured when she went and got her nose pierced all by herself. Luckily, an allergic child needs to blow her nose, and the nosering interfered so much that Erin returned to have it removed.. Love, Mom

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