Shot Day

Oh dude! I freaking hate shot day! Almost as much as the kids do. Today, I took both kids in to see our pediatrician Dr. Bush. It was Georgia’s 2-year check-up and Eli’s 5-year check up. I was hopeful that both of them wouldn’t have to have shots. I was soooo wrong.

But let me back up. I made Eric come with me to help since I had both kids. For some reason, whenever I take them to the doctor, they turn into crazy people the second we get there. When we pulled into the parking lot, Eli stated, “Mama, I have a bad feeling about this.” I didn’t tell him he was going to get shots, but the kid is getting way too smart. He knew what was coming.

As soon as Georgia hit the waiting room, she began running from one end to the other. Yelling. They finally called our name, and everything was going pretty well. They weighed the kids, asked us all the questions about how many words Georgia knows, if she does pretend play, yada yada. Then the doctor came in.

We discussed our concerns. For Eli, that was his sleeping. The kid will not go to bed! He is up most nights until 11:00 – midnight. We put him to bed by 9:30, but he keeps getting up. The doctor’s solution? Drug him! That’s right, he sent me to the store to get Eli his melatonin. I just gave him his first dose 30 minutes ago, and he just staggered to bed. I really hope this stuff works! If the kids start going to bed early, I may get to have sex with my husband. Imagine that!

Then I discussed Georgia’s tantrums. I explained how Eli never did that, but I don’t even want to take Georgia out in public. Apparently Eli was laid back. Dr. Bush said that Georgia is just a typical 2-year-old and the tantrums should get better by 3 ½. 3 ½?!!!!! I have another year and a half of this?!! Not cool, people!

Then came shots. As soon as Eli heard this, he crawled under the examination table and refused to come out. When the nurse came in with the shots, I had to get on my knees and drag Eli out from under the table. He had to get three shots. He was not happy about this. I had to hold him down, but he didn’t cry. He just complained. Oh, he is so much like me.

Then it was Georgia’s turn. First they had to prick her finger and squeeze blood out of it. Okay, that would have had me screaming. Georgia and Eli both seemed to think that was the coolest thing ever. My kids are morbid. Then we had to hold her down for her one shot. You would have thought we were trying to kill her. The second that needle hit her leg, she screamed bloody murder. And didn’t stop until I sang three rounds of Edelweiss.

Luckily, that was it for shots for both of them for a long time. Thank God. I then took them to the store and emptied my pockets on suckers, gum and slushies. Because I feel so incredibly guilty for causing my children pain. Dude! I can’t afford shot day!