All three of the boys had to visit the doctor today for shots. I loaded the stroller with books, toys, and fruit snacks to hopefully keep the two who weren't current victims occupied while the unlucky other child had his turn. There should be some kind of endurance award for this activity--the hilariously fun task of trying to absorb critical health information projected at you by an expert while asking and answering pertinent questions about child A's growth, behavior, and habits, all while wragling child A on a paper covered table, keeping child B in his stroller and out of the medicinal supplies and garbage can and coaxing child C to look through that magazine again before consuming a fourth pack of fruit snacks; then roating the children until each has had a turn at each station. I tell you, I am one proud mamma when we leave the office without having broken anything and still in fairly happy moods (Dr.'s included). Anyway, the shots still take Will and Joseph by surprise and they hardly have time to scream before the event is over. Matthew, however, remembered shots from the last time he was at the doctor and started saying "Ouch ouch ouch," before the nurse even gripped his thigh. As his skin was puctured he let out a blood curdling scream followed by some hearty sobs but after application of a special "super star" sparkly baindaid he calmed down and was able to go for a walk with the doctor to pick out a sticker. Leaving the office we stopped to make our next appointments with the receptionist and Matthew skipped around to her side of the counter, pulled up his shorts, and exclaimed, "Do you see my super star bandaid?!" She nodded and was duly impressed. Matthew looked at her with a scrunched up nose and said with a knowing voice, "It really, really hurt, though." She responded with the appropriate empathy. Then Matthew got an impish look in his face and said with a little up-turned inflection in his voice and all the pride in the world, "Did you hear me scream?!"
Friday, September 7, 2007
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Oh, don't you love those appts. At least you get it all over with instead of having three horrible afternoons, you just have one. I have dentist appts. for all three kids on the same day/time in a couple weeks. SOOO looking forward to it.
I completely remember this. Also, all usually happens *after* you've waited in the waiting room and then again in the exam room for up to an hour.
My kids still all ask, "is this a shot appointment?" and whimper at the thought.
Oh, the shots visits where they're actually old enough to remember it the next day are the worst. And made doubly awful because of the embarrassment the other two usually cause. I can't count how many times I yelled at someone to not touch the sharps container, stay out of the trash, don't play with the blood pressure machine...UGH.
You are brave to take all of them to get shots on the same day. we did that once with flu shots. Heaven help me Noah was the worst. but sparkly bandaids make up for everything!
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