My family has been recovering from colds for the past week. My daughter has been on a course of antibiotics and taking cough medicine, but her voice still is strained. My wife has been battling a sore throat and fatigue. My son has a runny nose, and today he managed to vomit in my hair while I was giving him a ride on my shoulders (a new low in parenting for me). I’ve had a cough for over a month now, but I’ve been able to sleep since my own round of antibiotics.
We went to the children’s clinic my daughter uses for checkups, and she got another extension to her prescription. We dropped her off at school, and then we went to get our own flu shot for this winter. We usually get our shot earlier, but needed to find a place that offered them for adults and children cheaply. My son’s first round of the shot was a week or more ago, and I wasn’t able to get my shot at that time. I came today during a follow up shot for him to get a flu shot of my own.
Having gone with my daughter when she was getting her immunizations and whatnot, I thought this would be a struggle-filled procedure. Considering how much my son fights and struggles when I just try to get him dressed in the morning, if he saw a needle and realized there was going to be a shot, he might really fight.
It turns out that it was harder to get his layers of clothing down to get him ready for the shot than he struggled during the shot itself. He took the shot right in the thigh, and he didn’t even flinch. I had no sooner pulled his pants up and held him in a chair than he was finished crying. Tough little guy.
My wife has more dread about having a shot than my son. She was a little nervous about the shot, but the tiny needle and the quick application of the shot meant it was painless. I didn’t even know that the needle was in my arm until after the nurse stopped pinching my skin. Least painful shot ever.
Hopefully this flu shot will keep me from getting sick once more this fall. The time lost to illness really is a major annoyance, because I have no way to make up the classes. I’m never going to get a sick day, so at best I have to suffer through any pain during a class if I had a sore throat or fever.
If my daughter and son ever need a shot at the same time, I hope my daughter can look t my son as an example of how to endure such a traumatic childhood experience. If she can see that he doesn’t mind them, perhaps she will develop some courage while in the doctor’s office rather than her rather difficult insistence that we should never make her get a shot.