Shots

I told Jacob on Sunday afternoon that I had some bad news. I explained that on Tuesday he was going to go to the doctor to get checked and get some shots. He was not happy and the next couple of days as we prepared him he still was understandably not happy. He understood that they would hurt but that it would get better quickly. On the way to the doctor we talked more about what the doctor was going to do and how the nurse was going to give him the shots. He stated, "Mom, this was your bad news?" I had forgotten about our conversation on Sunday and it struck me as cute/funny!

The appointment went well and we talked to her about several things. She said not to worry about his flat feet unless he starts complaining about them hurting. She thinks he has a small umbilical hernia and will just need a few stitches. She wants us to see someone to double check. It isn't urgent but we will get it checked soon. She complimented and praised him for his clean teeth. She explained that it isn't the amount of food he eats but rather the variety that he eats or is exposed to that is important. She was suprised that he was so premature because he has no physical features that are normally with premature kids as they grow. He is in the 25th percentile in height and weight and the doctor said that is good. She was glad he was so familiar with books and that we read to him every night.

After the doctor left I read to him while we waited. Jacob was very interested in learning about his inner ear and where his drum is. When the nurse came in he stated, "I don't want shots!!" We quickly laid him down and I held his hands. He was more upset that the nurse had to hold his legs so tight. In less than 8 seconds the shots were in, he was crying, and he was good to go. He quickly calmed down and later ran to the car.  I took Jacob to Chick-fil-a for being so brave. I think he was high on life because he was excited and so talkative. We are all glad that ordeal is over!