Sam: Shots Heard Around the World
I had to take the twins for their shot update today. Simple enough I thought. Wrong I was.
First the doc informs me that they haven’t had their 3 year old shots, so they need those in addition to the 4 year shots. Totalled up to 4 shots each. Oh, and they need an anemia test so that’s a finger prick and squeeeeeeze each. And to top that off he needed a urine sample from each.
I would have paid to see my face when he dropped all this on me…or at least have recorded what was running through my mind. I gotta do what? How much? Get them to pee in that tiny cup? Am I being punked?
First things first: the usual eye, ear, throat, heart check. All good except Parker is running the whole time and pulling off the stethoscope, squeezing the blood pressure cuff, moving away from the light in his ear. If it wasn’t supposed to be done, Parker was doing it. Classic Parker. Maddie sat still and did it all.
Overall she’s over an inch taller and two pounds heavier and he has slightly worse eyes.
The real fun started with the urine samples. I went into it assuming I’d get peed on by one or the other or both. Parker hit the target…no drips or misses. My placement wasn’t quite right for Maddie so I did get a little wet, but I’ve had worse baby fluids on me before.
Then it was shot time. To have a little fun I asked who wanted to go first. They both fought for the opportunity because they didn’t know what was up. I let Maddie go first. She made it through the flu mist and finger prick okay, but with the stick of the first shot it all went out of control. She’s screaming bloody murder while she gets the four sticks, and Parker hearing and seeing this goes over the edge too. He’s in the corner screaming his head off…not feeling for her, but because he knows he’s next. Talk about fun.
At this point I know I’m supposed to be comforting dad and I was to an extent, but you ever have those moments where you can’t help but laugh at the situation. I couldn’t catch my breath for all the screaming from Parker. Nothing had happened to him yet, but you’d think we were about to snip off a few fingers and torture him.
I comforted Maddie while Parker sat next to me screaming like a banshee. When it was his turn I had to pry him from his chair one hand at a time. Then I had to pry him from me to get him down on the table…all this while laughing uncontrollably. And the nurse had to jump in quick and hold down his legs before she could stick him. I thought Maddie was bad but he was worse. I think he turned purple at one point.
When we finished with all the torture the nurse mentioned a treasure chest. It’s amazing how leftover happy meal toys in a Rubbermaid container (treasure chest) can shut any kid up. All this screaming and a cheap plastic ring made her happy again. He settled on a plastic Pokemon thingy.
Then we had the “walk of the wounded” through the office to the car…lots of limping, foot dragging and tear wiping for the soldiers.
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