Four years on, I still struggle when it comes time for immunisation injections. I've never liked the idea of taking a perfectly happy child and jabbing them with a needle. Seems a bit cruel to me. I recognise there are completely plausible reasons for it and understand I'd be crazy not to protect my boys. But I doubt I'll ever be comfortable with the process. This time around was a touch more emotional than previous injections. Four year old and eighteen month old immunisations. Together. Ouch!
I worked myself into such a lather leading up to the appointment, I felt sick. I know the anticipation is often worse than the reality. But that knowledge never seems to help me, when I'm in the middle of a situation. Scott has been in Melbourne for the last few days, the rain has been tumbling down relentlessly and then, the good old needles. Gradually turning the screws a little tighter on my overall sense of being. Angus went first, one shot in each arm. He took the first one well, the second he attempted to dodge and then cried like a banshee. Felix was set off long before Angus even had his needle. Writhing and bucking to get to me... because of course I was holding Angus. Different to his brother, Felix let out one loud yelp following his needle and was over it. Such a tough guy.
What a day. The mornings events rendered us all a bit dysfunctional for the rest of the day. Good timing with the weather not permitting any kind of outdoor activity anyway. Come back sunshine, so that the little fellows can be in the fresh air and warmth. And we can all enjoy some semblance of Summer.
The boys doubling on Felix's little tricycle... in sunnier times (on the weekend actually).