I had open heart at eight months. I had a post-traumatic stress
and I was extremely distrustful of anyone new. I was even afraid of my grandmother and aunt. Once, my mom took us to Magic Mountain as a surprise to please us. There was a guy in a SpongeBob costume and once I saw him, I screamed and cried and wailed. I didn't know the good people from those who would take me away and hurt me or stick me with a needle (give me a shot). I am sorry you had to do it. It sucks, doesn't it? I am going to have another in a couple years. Maybe they can manage a catheter. I got one from my leg to my heart just this last October.