Did you think my last entry was dramatic?
Well then, you will find this entry regarding the checkup with the pediatrician positively riveting!
Ok, not really.
The truth is, the visit went great right up until it was time to get the flu shot.
Kiddo’s reaction (despite the fact that this was NOT a surprise): A shot? What? In the arm? You mean my arm? My flesh at the top of my arm? NOOOO. I don’t WANT a shot! Noooooooooooo!!
Followed by many tears and also a bit of me restraining him as he was injected, followed by more tears.
The rest of the day for Kiddo: Much moaning and groaning and touching the injection site to make sure it really still did hurt. If you touch it.
The rest of the day for me: Much eye-rolling (secretly of course) and assurances that yes, though you got a shot you are not actually going to die. Also wondering if this means he will grow up to be one of those men who practically collapse at the first sign of a sniffle and carry on as if the world were falling down around them. For a sniffle. All SECRETLY wondered by me, of course!
