I scream for Ice-Cream
I had been dreading today for a while. Today was the day Jack had to go for his MMR vaccine. I had been trying to explain the concept of this for a few months, using the term 'jabby' to make it sound less intimidating. Every time I brought it up Jack would get very teary and upset. I had been trying to soften the blow of this unpleasantness with the promise of ice-cream afterwards, but it never did the trick. I wondered how I was going to manage to hold him tight as he got the jabs, and worried I wouldn't be able to sufficiently console him and possibly carry him out of the doctors crying with my great big bump. So, I talked Daddy into putting down his pencils for an hour or two to come with us.
As we sat in the waiting room this morning, we watched numerous young un's go in for their injections. My husband and I looked at each other in horror as the howls and cries of these poor kids echoed down the corridor. Luckily Jack seemed oblivious as he played with his toy cars. One lady came out in tears, with her upset little boy, and told me how awful it was. My husband and I thought this was going to be even worse than expected!
As we sat in the waiting room this morning, we watched numerous young un's go in for their injections. My husband and I looked at each other in horror as the howls and cries of these poor kids echoed down the corridor. Luckily Jack seemed oblivious as he played with his toy cars. One lady came out in tears, with her upset little boy, and told me how awful it was. My husband and I thought this was going to be even worse than expected!
Well, as it happens, I have one brave little soldier. He sat up on my knee and whimpered quietly at the idea of what was coming. But when it came time, he squeezed in to me tight and we counted the imaginary sprinkles on the ice-cream he would soon be redeeming. His wee voice cracked as the injection entered his arm. Oh the poor pet. But no crying. Surely this was beginners luck? Now he knows what's coming there was no way he wouldn't kick up a stink for jab number two? Well, this time round we counted imaginary marshmallows. Afterwards he rubbed his arm with tears in his eyes and said "That weally hurwt." But that's all. So the title of this post isn't at all accurate and for effect only! There was no screaming. Boy, I was proud. The nurse said he was the best patient she'd had all day. It was only 11am. But still.
He was awarded a sticker, and a certificate of bravery. But most importantly of all he finally got the much anticipated and oft spoken of ice-cream. It was yum.
The bravest little kid on the block.
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