“Em” starts Kindergarten in the fall (previous post), so we headed to the doctor’s office to get her physical and shots. On the drive over, I told her what we were doing, and she asked if she would get shots. I told her most likely, and reminded her that they might hurt. Em’s had shots before, and she’s seen me get my shots, so she knew what to expect. Em replied, “That’s ok, they keep me healthy!” Atta girl!
So we’re in the examining room, and “Rachel,” the nurse, explains that it might hurt, and that Em can hold my hand if she wants while the shots are administered into her legs (why not in the arms, I don’t know). She drizzles some liquid on Em’s legs, so it won’t hurt as much, then gets ready for the first shot (no clue which one it was). Em just watches her stick the needle in her leg, like she’s watching a ladybug crawl around. No biggie. She does the same with shot #2.
Then the nurse moved over to the other leg to do the MMR (this one I remember!) and proceeds as before. Em just watches her. About 5 second after the shot’s in, Em starts to cry a bit. The nurse explains (now she tells me) that this one stings quite a bit more. After 10 seconds of “Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow!” hiccupping cries, Em’s stops crying suddenly and is ready to go home! She has one more shot to get in about a week since they were out of stock this time, then she’s ready for school!
I’m so proud of my little girl. My Super Trooper! Three shots and only 10 seconds of crying. Not bad for a 5-year-old. My sister’s gonna be embarassed that she doesn’t handle shots this well.