When the letter arrived from the doctor’s surgery a couple of weeks ago, I assumed it was something else that I needed to take the geekson along to. So it really caught me by surprise when I opened it up and read that it was time for the geekdaughter’s pre-school boosters and second MMR injection. How did that come around so fast?!
Now, the last time we had to take the geekdaughter for injections she was 13 months old. She was still unable to understand these things, and although she screamed her head off at the time, she calmed down pretty quickly afterwards. This time we faced a new challenge, because the three and a half year old geekdaughter is certainly now old enough to understand what is going on, and is somewhat more difficult to manhandle than she was last time! This time around we had to decide how much to tell her about what was going to happen in advance, and we’d have to handle the fallout afterwards.
A quick Twitter and Facebook poll revealed that most of my friends recommended taking some form of chocolate to the appointment to distract with after the deed. The geekdaddy and I decided to not talk too much about the appointment in advance, so the night before when the geekdaughter asked her usual “what are we doing tomorrow” question, we just said we needed to go to the doctor’s. In the morning I just re-iterated that message, despite her protestations “but I’m not poorly Mummy”. We explained that she needed some important medicine to make sure she didn’t get poorly in the future.
My lovely sister-in-law came over to babysit the geekson meaning that both the geekdaddy and I could take the geekdaughter to the appointment (safety in numbers!). I suspect that because she’s come along when we’ve taken the geekson for his injections, the geekdaughter cottoned on to what was happening as soon as we walked into the little room. She wasn’t happy, and there was a certain amount of manhandling involved in order to get both injections done. The geekdaddy and I have a well-practised technique for handling injections. He holds the child whilst I hide in the corner (I can’t watch!), and then I swoop in to comfort the child when all is done. This time I was armed with chocolate and the geekdaughter’s comfort blanket (which she generally only has for sleeping now). These calmed the initial screams, and we were left with a softly weeping child, who managed to add to our immense parental guilt by sobbing things like “that lady hurt me Daddy”. So we did the only thing we could do, and went to our local ice cream parlour for ice cream. Apparently that solves everything 🙂
Thank goodness it’s a long time until the next vaccinations!