Brennyn had her 4 month vaccination shots today. She handled the 2 month ones much like a sumo wrestler being pinched by a toddler- so a grimace with a giggle. Easy though she was more tired and ate more for a day or two.
Still, I felt bad this time around since she’s been so sick. My poor little baby girl, fever gone but still sounding like James Earl Jones attempting soprano. I ask if she should even be getting her shot but the nurses are merciless. “Oh ya, bring her in!” they cheer “you can dangle her by the toes while we poke and prod your phlegmy gaggy monster!’
Or something like that.
Bal decided to come along for the ride today. He’s never seen either of the kids shots and since work was slow for him (US Thanksgiving) he thought he’d come help. Which was great since he waited with Brennyn while I snuck over to Starbucks for a latte. Yah, much more relaxed with the 2nd child’s shots. Prick, sting, wail, booby snack, whimper, sleep. Sleep. More sleep. There are bonuses to vaccination days…
So Bal holds Brennyn while I sip my latte. She’s all like “Dude, where are we? What are we doing? Who’s the strange lady making goo-goo eyes at me? Can I eat your hat brim Daddy?”
Wail. For like 2.5 seconds. Looks at me. Looks at her daddy. Looks at strange lady coming in again.
“Dude, you better not be doing what I think you’re about to…”
“Ooohhh. Floaty things…”
Almost a smile but keeps a wary eye on stranger lady. Daddy fly’s her in the air.
“Dude, can we go for some ice cream now? Or fried chicken?”