So today I took Claire and Gabe in to catch up. (I am so tired that I keep spelling everything wrong. Argh! And did you know that I actually say, "Argh!" in real life? Incidentally, I just typed "arch" three times when I was trying to type "argh." I'm frustrated.) Claire had to get four shots, and Gabe had six coming his way. In a frenzy, I pulled up to Liz's house and basically forced/begged her to go with me.
It all began when...
I asked Claire to get dressed this morning. "Where are we going?" "To the doctor." Keep in mind, we have gone to the doctor twice this past month. And she has had a little cough. So I didn't expect her response: "NOOOOOOOO! I always get shots!!!!!" Screaming, wailing, sobbing, running in circles around the couch, flopping down in despair. Huh? She was there when the other kids went in with coughs. No shots. And it really has been a long time since her last shots. My, what a memory.
Liz was promising treats galore as we drove there, and while we waited there, and while the nurse prepared the injections, and while Liz held her down so the nurse could stab her poor little squishy legs. I was laughing the whole time. I can't help it! It's ridiculous!
Gabe was completely unaware of the impending torture. He just stared at hysterical Claire in confusion. Liz took her out of the room when she was done. Then I held down Gabe while he got two in each leg and one in each arm. It was pitiful, but I found myself giggling anyway. Liz said when he came out of the room he looked like he'd been through a war zone. All sweaty and red-face, hair mussed up, crying. I guess he knew I was the traitor because he kept calling Claire's name during the shots.
They sure shut up when they got suckers from the nurse, though. They also got an entire page of stickers, a coloring book, and colors. All I got was a copy of their shot records - of course I've lost their originals.
I couldn't have done it without Liz. Well, I could have - I've taken all three of them for shots in one appointment - but it would not have ended well. I imagine children on National Geographic clinging to their mothers legs, screaming in terror, torn from the innocence and security of childhood. I would not have laughed.
The babies got ice cream and etch-a-sketches. They are sleeping with ibuprofin for Gabe since he keeps grabbing his limbs and crying out in pain. And I don't think he's fakin' it.
I keep debating whether I will lay down for an hour or do the dishes. The kitchen smells like last night's dinner which was fish, so you can imagine. And yet, I'll probably light a candle and sleep. Don't tell the fire department.
6 comments:
I'm sorry. Poor babies ... and mom. You need that nap.
i hate shot time. i usually convince wyatt that it doesn't hurt and make him go first so he doesn't see kailyn cry to insure he believes me.
hee, hee. tatum just got some shots today, too! i laugh when my kids get shots, too...i feel like the nurse is always thinking i'm a horrible parent. i laugh because i think...if they only knew it was for their own good...that was kind of deep. i'll have to think about that for a little while. wink, wink.
I like to cartoon you added to the bottom of your post. I am so glad that you were able to get them caught up. Liz is a fabulous sister!
bottom of you post (tee hee...no pun intended)
I have been laughing to the point of crying reading this post and I have no idea why I would find your kids getting shots so hilerous?? It's making me feel bad!!! It has to be the way you write about it. Oh and have I ever told you that I love that you call your doctor the "Shrinky dinky."
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