Henry and Josh Oliver both had doctor's appointments today.
None of us really look forward to them--it's the shots the ruin the whole visit.
We should have been alright today, though.
Ollie needed to finish up his Kindergarten shots. He does pretty good with them, though. He usually plays up how scared he is to get a bit of sympathy, but when it comes down to it he doesn't fight getting them.
The other two are a different story.
Luke is flat out terrified of them. It's borderline irrational.
Henry gets really afraid too, but I always feel like it's mostly just Luke's fears transferring over to him.
Last year when Henry had to get his flu shot, he got himself so worked up that the nurse, who was only slightly bigger than Henry, ended up just pinning him to the floor and giving it to him before he could fight her off. It was dramatic! As soon as he got it, though, he stood up and said, "That actually wasn't that bad!"
I don't know why he never remembers what the actual shot was like.
Either way, this flu season I opted for the nasal spray to avoid the drama!
Today we discovered that Henry did, indeed, need a shot.
He started off very quiet, then his eyes welled up, and the tears came. By the time the nurse came back in, 10 minutes later, he was really worked up.
Josh went first. He had to get three. Other than a few tears he was alright.
Next it was Henry's turn. He tried to be brave, but he had just gotten himself so worked up that it was no use. I held him down and the nurse gave him the shot, and true to form, as soon as it was done he announced that it really wasn't that bad.
Luckily, all their shots should be covered until they are 11.
Hopefully by then I can convince Henry that he doesn't really mind the actual shots!
