Ok so this isn’t about that kind of shot! (Although I might need one but the end of the day--
I can’t help but write what is weighing on my mind this morning. I guess I should be thrilled that I can wake up this Monday morning and not have to hurry to school. I have the morning off because today is the day that I take my little girl in for her well-child check up. We’ve been to the doctor plenty of times lately but that was because she was battling one little sickness or the next. She is now finally well enough for the well-child check with usually means it is time for the dreaded shots too! Why do I stress so much over these? I know the overall purpose is for their own good. But man it is hard to explain that to a 2 year old!
I try hard not to project my worries upon her. In fact, she is so innocently asking, “When do I get to go to the doctor mom?” I want to be truthful with her and let her know that she is getting shots this time when she visits the doctor. (Her older brother evidently wanted to “prepare” her too because he kept “reminding” her that she was getting shots today.)
I am frantically searching the house for anything that I can whip out right after the shocking injections in hopes of capturing her attention and drying up the inevitable tears. I have convinced her dad to join us this time. He has never had to witness this torture. I am hoping that a first-hand eyewitness of his blonde haired blue-eyed baby girl enduring something that most adults cringe over will somehow give him a little more empathy when dealing with her 2 year old “I know -it-all” attitude later.
Wish us luck. For now, I will savor the few moments that we have together is quiet morning.