This is what Kennedy told me today. I felt like I was leading a lamb to the slaughter. After lunch at my mom's house I told her, "We're going to the doctor, Kennedy." She happily hopped into the car and asked, "Am I sick?!" I replied, "No, you're not sick." She said, "A checkup at the doctor?" Ahhh something like that...
We got to the waiting room where she greeted friends, watched cartoons, looked at a couple books, and finally her name was called. She smiled and greeted the nurse and then walked back to the room... not knowing her fate. We talked for a minute, I signed the forms and the nurse left. Kennedy and I read a story and the nurse came back... then Kennedy saw them... the syringes.
"NOOOO!" She yelled.
"It will be over really fast," I replied. I laid her back and I hugged her. She whimpered as the nurse cleaned her leg. She cried as they gave her the first shot. Cried harder with the second shot and screamed with the third. When it was over she sat up and with tears streaming down her face, she stuck out her bottom lip and said, "You're MEAN mommy!" *sniff*
I know. It doesn't matter that she needs these shots to go to Kindergarten, I'm the most horrible mommy in the world right now. *sigh* Thankfully a Tinkerbelle sticker cheered her up some on the way out the door and maybe the strawberry shake that daddy is bringing home for after dinner will help even more. It's so hard to grow up.