We were having a lovely morning, the little dude & I.
He treated me to a 7.15 lay in (that's 3 in a row people, yay!), we had our usual post-breakfast chat & singsong, and then he went down totally fuss-free for what's become affectionately known as 'the jeremy kyle nap' (because it coincides with Mr K's shameless parading of many unfortunates, which i never ever used to dream of watching, but since maternity leave started, has been slowly weaseling it's way into my daily routine. oops.)
While my little man was in the land of nod, I checked emails, caught up with my google reader, found that I'd won a competition!! (excitement - I never win things!), and replied to texts. One of which, was from my friend S, to say yes, we are free for lunch with her & her little boy Z on Monday, fun stuff.
Before the arrangement details got lost in the candyfloss that is my brain, I grabbed my diary to write them down.
Crap crap crapity crap.
There, in pink capitals (you know, so that I wouldn't forget!) was:
DYLAN - DOCTORS - JABS ROUND 2 - 1PM!!!
Note to self: diaries only work if you remember to look inside them occasionally.
At that moment, I kid you not, the heavens opened & the rain fell down.
Brilliant.
All that said though, the J - A - B's weren't nearly as bad as last time - once again the little dude didn't even flinch at the first one, but did turn almost purple after the 2nd.
*but* rather than crying all the way home & then falling asleep, this time he was over it before we even left the surgery. Progress helped along largely, by funny bug, his latest favourite toy.
We must never, ever, lose funny bug.
And now? He's sound asleep, completely oblivious to why there's a tiny red dot on each leg. And once again, I feel like a big girl for getting myself all worried about nothing. But I already know I'll do it all again next month. Thank goodness that'll be the last lot for a while.
And that funny bug will be on hand to help... assuming he hasn't been usurped by something noisier of crinklier or fuzzier.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
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Your little dude is brave. I remember my little one in tears everytime the jabs were due. I think some doctors are really better than others. I remember one doctor who was so quick with the needle, my little girl just gave a yelp and it was finished.
ReplyDeleteOh those jabs are cruel! When my daughter had hers she was hysterical (two at the same time in each arm - vicious!).
ReplyDeleteBrave boy! Well done RMxx
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