So, the needle, you ask. Well, you may recall an earlier post where I lamented the fact he couldn't get his one-year-old shots even a day early from the pediatrician here. Since we don't currently have insurance for Zac or me, this left only the option of taking him to the city health clinic for his needed shots. Now, getting one shot is bad enough, but when you get four, and the needles seem to be longer than the depth of your leg, it can be a rough time.
Poor little man was already super tired as he'd been up since a little after 10 this morning and we'd waited an hour to get in for the shots around 2:15. So, innocently sitting in my lap and fairly calm, he was startled by the immediate pain of the first shot in his right leg, then one in his left, then another in his right, then another in his left. This might be only the first or second time he's had that cry kids get where it starts, then all you hear is silence while you await the big payoff. Fortunately, the very nice nurse handed him a candy cane to look at and that seemed new and exciting and served to distract him from his pain.
So, a rough afternoon for my little dude, but I'm sure he'll forget all about it by the time he wakes up from his nap. :) Claire told me this afternoon she's so happy she gets shots in her arm now because she remembers how much they hurt in her leg before. I have to admit I'm a big pansy when it comes to needles anyway, so I never look and don't have any desire to. Good thing others don't mind so they can help keep us healthy!