All three kids are worn out from the shots they got yesterday. I have to say, they did really well. Much better than I did. I had scheduled time for all three to get done. I was planning on Brant going with me. He told me the day before he couldn't get off of work early enough. I was so distraught, but thought, "Oh, well. Lots of people take 3 kids to the doctor. I can do it." Thankfully, my mother-in-law volunteered to go with me when she heard I was going to go by myself. And, boy am I glad she went.
I was more anxious about the ordeal than I should have been. I always hate that stuff. I feel like I'm leading a lamb to the slaughter because it's going to hurt. I hate seeing my kids hurt. Anyway, I did tell them that we were getting shots and it was going to hurt, but the pain would go away. Obviously, they did not fully understand that. I had told them earlier in the week that we could have ice cream after they got their shots. For some reason, Madison did not forget that. Of course, I had to honor my promise and did.
While at the doctor, they enjoyed the weighing and measuring. When shot time came, Madison bravely went first. She was taking it in stride. I kept telling her, "It's going to hurt, but it's going to go fast." She was crying when they were done and she said, "It hurt. It was fast." Porter was right next to her after she got off the table. He asked, "Did it hurt." She said, "Yeah." Then he said, "You crying?" She said, "Yeah." He was of course, terrified after that. He grabbed me and started crying before he even got on the table. He cried longer than she did.
Lane was all smiles until the first shot. Then, he was ticked off. He was yelling at the nurse more than he was crying from the pain. I'm glad we got it all over with--until next time. But, the twins are almost done with their shots. They have one more visit in 6 months.
By the way, the doctor said they should be using two word sentences by now. I was a proud Mama telling her they speak in full sentences. The kids are all about average in weight and height. Lane was in the high percentages for his length. He was very tall for his age. Madison was less than Porter. She's a little smaller than him.
When Dad came home, Porter re-enacted the whole ordeal in a very lively and animated fashion. His conversation went like this: "Her shot me. It hurt way bad! (with emphasis on the way bad) Then band-aid. Me cried."
I was more anxious about the ordeal than I should have been. I always hate that stuff. I feel like I'm leading a lamb to the slaughter because it's going to hurt. I hate seeing my kids hurt. Anyway, I did tell them that we were getting shots and it was going to hurt, but the pain would go away. Obviously, they did not fully understand that. I had told them earlier in the week that we could have ice cream after they got their shots. For some reason, Madison did not forget that. Of course, I had to honor my promise and did.
While at the doctor, they enjoyed the weighing and measuring. When shot time came, Madison bravely went first. She was taking it in stride. I kept telling her, "It's going to hurt, but it's going to go fast." She was crying when they were done and she said, "It hurt. It was fast." Porter was right next to her after she got off the table. He asked, "Did it hurt." She said, "Yeah." Then he said, "You crying?" She said, "Yeah." He was of course, terrified after that. He grabbed me and started crying before he even got on the table. He cried longer than she did.
Lane was all smiles until the first shot. Then, he was ticked off. He was yelling at the nurse more than he was crying from the pain. I'm glad we got it all over with--until next time. But, the twins are almost done with their shots. They have one more visit in 6 months.
By the way, the doctor said they should be using two word sentences by now. I was a proud Mama telling her they speak in full sentences. The kids are all about average in weight and height. Lane was in the high percentages for his length. He was very tall for his age. Madison was less than Porter. She's a little smaller than him.
When Dad came home, Porter re-enacted the whole ordeal in a very lively and animated fashion. His conversation went like this: "Her shot me. It hurt way bad! (with emphasis on the way bad) Then band-aid. Me cried."
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