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Nov. 20th, 2008 02:06 pmElena had to get a flu shot today. I put off telling her until she was putting on her shoes, when I said "So, we're going to the doctor today."
Her instant response: "My ear feels better." (that was the cause of her last doctor visit) And then: "But I don't want to get a shot today."
Me: "You might need one. Shots make you healthy." I also promised her a SPECIAL TREAT if she was a good sport.
The 10 minutes in the car was filled with a series of statements about shots, including, "I don't *need* a shot*." Shots keep you healthy.
"I think the doctor doesn't *have* any shots today." Well, we'll see. (hee!)
"I don't *want* a shot." No one likes shots, but they keep you healthy.
When we got there, they whisked us right in. The nurse was great and did it quickly - she sat on my lap, with tears in her eyes (I think just from confronting the reality of the shot), and was a very good sport. Right before the nurse got out the needle, I said that the SPECIAL TREAT would be the two of us going out to lunch right after. She got a Snoopy bandaid on her arm and some princess stickers.
And then we went to Friendly's, because I knew the ice cream would make her happy. She looked at the pictures of food on the kids menu and picked out what she wanted. The waitress brought our food, and I looked at my girl, sitting on her side of the booth, eating her mac and cheese and french fries, drinking her milk, using her napkin, and carrying on a conversation with me. Wow - she's so big, and come so far in just the past year. Heck, past few months. We had a blast. We both ate big lunches and then split a peppermint chocolate sundae (actually quite good). Stuffed now.
Her instant response: "My ear feels better." (that was the cause of her last doctor visit) And then: "But I don't want to get a shot today."
Me: "You might need one. Shots make you healthy." I also promised her a SPECIAL TREAT if she was a good sport.
The 10 minutes in the car was filled with a series of statements about shots, including, "I don't *need* a shot*." Shots keep you healthy.
"I think the doctor doesn't *have* any shots today." Well, we'll see. (hee!)
"I don't *want* a shot." No one likes shots, but they keep you healthy.
When we got there, they whisked us right in. The nurse was great and did it quickly - she sat on my lap, with tears in her eyes (I think just from confronting the reality of the shot), and was a very good sport. Right before the nurse got out the needle, I said that the SPECIAL TREAT would be the two of us going out to lunch right after. She got a Snoopy bandaid on her arm and some princess stickers.
And then we went to Friendly's, because I knew the ice cream would make her happy. She looked at the pictures of food on the kids menu and picked out what she wanted. The waitress brought our food, and I looked at my girl, sitting on her side of the booth, eating her mac and cheese and french fries, drinking her milk, using her napkin, and carrying on a conversation with me. Wow - she's so big, and come so far in just the past year. Heck, past few months. We had a blast. We both ate big lunches and then split a peppermint chocolate sundae (actually quite good). Stuffed now.
