I waited until this morning to tell Sam that he was getting them today, and I was so impressed with how brave he was! Of course, he was scared, but he willingly got into the car and even went through the whole appointment without a tear. What a man! And look at those amazing muscles.
He was weighed, measured, eyes were checked, bp taken, and so on. It is always good to hear that although he is a little guy (weighing in at 36lbs...only 4 pounds bigger than William, but 3 1/2 years older) he is healthy and doing great. He did it all like a pro! That gave me some hope...some.
And then the moment came. Sam hid behind me, and began shaking all over. To me, that was worse than crying. His lips were quivering and he was freezing cold. The poor kid was terrified. ugh.
We laid him down on the table, and then the thrashing and screams began. I got the fun duty of holding his arms down and trying to soothe him, while looking into his scared big blue eyes, as they poked him, three times. Each one deeper than the one before, and each one getting a louder yell than the one before. My ears are still ringing.
I don't think I will ever get used to watching my kids get shots. Poor William didn't enjoy it either. He began to cry after watching his big brother cry. I am pretty sure we scared all of the other kids in the rooms around us. Especially when Sam came out with a bloody face (from a bloody nose), limping, and still shuddering...with the nurse saying sorry over and over again. Awesome.
The suckers and stickers did seem to lessen the pain and the after crying shudders, but I still felt so bad for my sweet Sammy. ;)
Sam is happily watching a show now, with a tummy full of ice cream and Tylenol. All is well for him. He is done.
Lucky for me, I have at least two more times of going through this. I am hoping that the pain free micro-needle I read about in Readers Digest, will be out by then, and that these big, scary, painful needles will soon be a thing of the past.
Instead of describing hardships of our age by "hiking to school through 5 feet of snow, uphill both ways." It will be "getting stuck with a foot long needle, time and time again, down to the bone."
That will be a good day indeed.
6 comments:
Poor Sam. Shots are never easy.. for anyone, especially mom.
That would be so cool if they could get the shots into them easier. All four of mine were so bad too! Easton hid under the chair shuddening and My poor girls cried unconsolable. I must admit though , having them all done. Shots will still be in their future but it would be nice if they had it easier! Hope your boys recovered from the trauma! :)
I just did this with Trevor today with similar results. He screamed bloody murder with big old tears streaming down his cheeks. The part I hate the most is that I can't do anything to make it better.
Oh, poor Sam. That is the worst!
Here is Kate's traumatic shots story:
http://chadandadri.blogspot.com/2010/01/s-word.html
...sorry...pushed 'publish' too quick.
it might remind you of Mary's shot day. It was the same, remember?
kisses to Sam!
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