Hey Man, Nice Shot


Those are two of my children. They are at the doctor. Why do I care? Because the last time one of them saw a doctor, she looked a little more like this:


Yeah, it's been 2 years and 4 months. The whys are too complicated to even begin getting into, so you'll just have to trust me. I had a reason. That reason no longer applies. And we have some catching up to do.

Her baby book is empty on the pages for height and weight, though quite full on the ER visits, so I'll call that a wash.  I've just figured that if she outgrows clothes on a regular timeline, she must be doing okay, right?  The one thing that I can't reconcile is her immunizations.  Those are way behind, and it sucks hard when you get way behind.

You know what happens when you go 2 years and 4 months without immunizing your child, and the one time you do when she's one year old it's under ever so shady circumstances and there are no records anywhere of what shots she actually had?  Your doctor tells you to come back when she's 12.

Or your newly found Canadian doctor will decide that he's just repeating her 18 month shots.  ALL OF THEM.  There are 3 that he can't repeat if she got them at 12 months, because of course Canada and the US have different immunization schedules.  What is a 12 month shot in the US is by no means necessarily a Canadian 12 month shot.  That's just what I need, more complication.

The nice thing is that since I haven't taken her to a doctor for 2/3 of her life, she doesn't know that doctors stick things into you, and she thought that going to the doctor was just as much fun as going to Disneyland.


Poor thing had no clue what was coming.  Look how excited she was.  Until the doctor gave her a flu shot, a measles shot, and a couple more shots that I just can't remember.  What I can remember is the screaming.  My boys were totally used to shots by the time they were three.  They flinched, they got their popsicle and we were on our way.  This baby?  Screamed like I have NEVER seen her scream before.  My heart?  Broke into 8 million pieces for her.

Yes, I'm trying to kiss him.  What of it?

He wasn't being seen that day, and WOW was he happy about it.  The doctor totally snuck a flu shot in on him when he wasn't looking, though.  Spreading the joy, that's what christmas is all about.

So everyone got an injection, my girl came home with a small case of the measles, and this is what we were up to at 11:45pm a few nights later.

Pokey makes it better

That's a Tylenol bribe.  A "Please child, for the love of god and all that's holy, take some medicine so you can sleep already" bribe.  It didn't really work, but now she knows that Tylenol gets her treats and that one in the morning is a super fun time to be awake until, and I know that I will never, ever skip another shot again for as long as we all shall live.