|What did you say we're doing today?|
I didn't tell the kids where we were going because I knew mass panic and hysteria would set in. The kids were generally happy and talkative when we got there, introducing themselves as Elsa, Olaf, Anna, and Sven which the nurses thought was funny.
Then we went back to the room for the shots. By this time, they knew what was coming and were getting apprehensive, but no screaming or fighting had commenced so I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Little Man was first up. He got the flu mist and sat perfectly still with a smile on his face while getting it. Star was going to be next, but they checked her vaccination records right before giving her the shot and saw that she'd received the flu shot at her two year checkup a few weeks ago. I counted that one as a Mommy Fail, but I was happy that she didn't have to get a shot. Next was Princess. Unfortunately, due to her asthma, she couldn't get the flu mist. She was fine until she heard her name and then she. flipped. out. She screamed, cried, refused to take her sweatshirt off (I practically had to break her arm to get it out of the sleeve), and fought me like a cat getting a bath. I held her on my lap and gave her a "bear hug" and one nurse held her legs still while another gave the shot. I have a tendency to laugh in tense situations so the nurses probably thought I was the meanest mom ever, but oh well. Thanks to her super tense muscles, Princess bled all over herself and me. After it was over, she was perfectly fine and even admitted that it barely hurt and wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was going to be. Oh look, Mommy was right again...
I got the shot next. The kids watched me closely and were very proud of me for not crying, haha.
Last was Little Dude. He shocked us all by not crying at all when he got the shot. He was just so thrilled to finally be the center of attention again that he kept smiling at me and the nurses.
During this whole thing, Star entertained herself by stealing stickers off the desk, sticking them on the linoleum floor, and then stomping on them. I scraped until my fingernails were toast, but couldn't get them all up. I apologized several times, but short of sticking around for an hour with a bucket of water, I wasn't going to get them cleaned up off the floor. I think they were just happy to see us leave at that point so the stickers were small potatoes.
When we got home, Hubby was there. The kids were very eager to tell him about our afternoon, and Little Man couldn't stop bragging about how brave he was for not crying when he got his shot (reminder: he got the flu mist). Princess wanted to know if he could hear her screaming all the way from the doctor's office.
So, really it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I've had worse trips to the store. All done until next year!