Operation Bob

Anthony had his four month check up yesterday, all is well. Just like the last visit, this one included a batch of vaccines - 4 by needle, and one by mouth. He doesn’t mind the oral one at all but the needles are another story.

He was having a great time looking all around and playing with me and mommy, hamming it up for the nurse and doctor. Then things got ugly. He gets two shots in each leg. The first one upsets him pretty bad (don’t blame him a bit) and before he knows it, bang another one, and another one, and another one. By then he’s really ticked and has a petrified look on his face like his little feelings are hurt as if to say “what are you doing to me… I trusted you.”

Oh it’s a crushing feeling to see those eyes and that painful grimmace. But, I know it’s for his own good to keep him healthy and happy for many years. Mommy on the other hand can’t seem to come to terms with it at all. She usually comes close to passing out or getting sick, and then right afterward she gets madder than he does - she feels his pain. This time we sent mommy to the waiting room but she could still hear him from way out there. Yeah, he’s kinda loud.

Well, next time shouldn’t be as many. Hopefully he’s too little to remember any of this - especially the part where daddy was involved.