My Mom raised me to accept what had to happen in order to stay healthy. Sometimes there were shots. Sometimes things hurt. But it would be over soon enough. I have passed that along. We prepared for this big visit. I let him know what would happen and prepped him as best I could. Oh, and there was a slight bribe that if he rocked his appointment we would shoot straight to Target for a treat. A little bribery never hurt anyone.
He was awesome. He was measured and weighed. Poked. Looked at. Peed in a cup. Walked on his toes and heels. Rocked his vision test. Answered questions...actually when asked if he could count to ten he set the doctor straight and said..."No, I can count to 100". But he did it with a funny voice. We were joking that when the nurse would rub the alcohol on his arm he would scream, "Ouch!!!"... but he was a little distracted by the three large needles. He made it through all three like a champ. My hand was squeezed for one. "Ouch, elephant, ouch" got him through the second (thanks Jenne) and the third was another hand squishing. Not a tear. He told me that my practice pinches had worked because the shots weren't so bad after all.
On our way to Target we discussed things like polio and "chicken pops" and why we needed vaccines. He's the kind of kid who just wants to know. He wants to know everything. So I tell him. With that knowledge he is able to move on to the next bit of wonder and the next fifty questions. My little guy is heading off to Kindergarten in mere weeks and I'm not sure who is going to take it harder...him...or...me. But as for today a relieved Mom and an amazing little boy walked hand in hand in search for a toy while pretty darn proud about how we are as a team!
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