This is Rich--waiting for his shots.
I hate immunizations. I mean, I know they are important. And I know why we do them. But I hate that the immunizations are mostly shots.
Truth be told, I've been postponing having Rich get his shots for a while. Mostly because I knew the shots would hurt him and that he'd cry and feel distressed. And I hate that I have to make him feel that way.
But I decided yesterday that today was the day. Rich needed to get his shots. And I needed to be mom enough to help him get them.
I almost made myself sick thinking about it and anticipating the shots.
I talked to Rich several different times today, trying to explain what would happen, that it would hurt, and that I loved him. Whether he understood any of it is anyone's guess.
But he was so good and so brave.
Rich wouldn't let the nurse at the health department give him the oral immunization--he didn't want her or what she was offering anywhere near his mouth. So I gave him that one. He gagged to let me know he didn't like it. Then I hugged him and turned him around to face the nurse for his shots.
And he barely cried at all. I mean, he was obviously distressed, but I just held him close and talked to him as we made our way back to the car. By the time we were all situated and ready to head home, he was done crying. (Although, he did moan a few times on the way home.)
But that's my boy. Brave as can be.
4 comments:
This was hard to read. I wanted to close my eyes and say, "Just tell me when it's over." So glad I kept them open so I could read that he did well, and hardly cried. Now I wonder how he is doing with any after effects?
Great job! Tylenol will help him the next few days.. and you.. Chocolate Ice Cream
Oh, the look on his face...almost seems to say, "I'm waiting for something and it can't be good..." What a sweet baby!
Poor little guy. I thought the same thing as Aunt Mar when I saw the photo.
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