Monday, March 30, 2009

Hard Knocks

Some of the hardest knocks in life are shots. But for us, never so hard as these...

In order to be prepared for Kindergarten registration this week, we had to get Adelyn another round of shots. She was so brave. She watched them, and wimpered, but never cried. She got a princess PEZ dispenser for being such a brave girl.

Then it was Joey's turn. Here's the play-by-play:

First shot, he starts screaming his head off. Still one shot to go.
Adelyn trips/faints (we're still not sure) and lands on corner cabinet.
Nurse gives Joey other shot, tosses the needles somewhere in the room, and runs to get doctor.
I hold screaming baby while trying to wake up Adelyn, she's knocked out completely.
Doctor scoops up Adelyn and wakes her up. One nurse takes screaming baby from me, and another cleans up the needles so I can talk with Adelyn.
Adelyn still remembers her name, and how old she is so they stick on an ice pack and monitor her while we watch High School Musical.
Skip all planned errands and take her to Panda Express where she asks for a sandwich (we've been to Panda a million times, and she knows they don't sell sandwiches). I'm a little worried she's delusional, but it all turns out okay in the end.

Oh. It was so scary. I was so worried for much of the day. Her goose bump before the picture was much larger, but I wasn't thinking of pictures at that point. I guess everyone takes a turn at a hard knock every now and again. It will never get easy for me.

3 comments:

Karen said...

What a sad tale. I had to take four kids at once to get TB tests... the kind where they have to make the little bubble on the arm. The big kids threw total fits so we did the two littler ones first (not a peep) and then held the big ones down. The squirmed so much they had to be redone two weeks later.

When Christian was in preschool they called me to tell me that he fell and hit his head on a log and he was throwing up. He was fine in the end.

Glad I didn't have both in one day. Glad you all survived.

Cranberryfries said...

Poor girl that looks like it hurts bad. How scary for you too to have to watch it all happen. The worry afterwards is horrible. You're never sure if you should call the doc, run back in, let them fall asleep when it's finally bedtime. It's hard having to see our little ones in pain.

(On a sidenote, is Adelyn excited about going to Kindergarten in the fall or is it still too far away?)

Chelsea said...

that's the absolute most perfect picture showing how Adelyn must have felt. Poor girl!