The Big One

Troy had his 4 year check up yesterday with Dr. P. You know, 4 year visit is THE BIG ONE. Where he had to get his shots to be able to start school (I still can't believe he starts preschool this year!) But it went better than I expected. Troy is my dramatic child. Everything seems 10 times better or worse than it actually is. So we get to the dr. (and I hadn't told him yet he was going to be getting shots). He does great getting weighed and measured (he was 36 lbs and 47 inches tall!), and even getting his blood pressure taken. Dr. P. comes in and checks him out and says everything looks great. When Dr. P. goes out, I explain to Troy that he is going to have to get a few shots. I tell him what is going on and why he has to get them. He asks will it hurt, and I say it will for a little while, but then it will stop. He seems fine with it. The nurse comes in and he hops up on the exam table all by himself, lays down, and puts his arms back behind his head, in a reclined, relaxed position....then she gives him the first shot. She did the worst one first, to get it over with. He did fine with the stick, but when she started putting the medicine in, he started screaming. Oh, the hard parts about being a mommy. It seems almost easier when they are babies, because they don't seem to remember it, and they get over it pretty quickly. But by the time they are 4, they know what is going on, and they (esp. our beloved strong-willed, fighters) know how to respond to it! He pulled his arms down, and bless his heart, tried not to grab at her, but just couldn't help it. I had to hold his arms back (with the arm that wasn't holding Audrey), but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, since he is a fighter and usually to hold him down I have to put my whole body into it. She gave him his other two shots, and stuck his bandaids on. I set him down off the table, and he started jumping up and down with both feet, screaming. I know it was burning, poor baby. I just wish he could cry without screaming bloody murder. We then walked hopped down to the lab to have his finger pricked, where he was still screaming, and screamed/hopped into the bathroom to get his urine sample. This is where he finally started to calm down, since he couldn't pee until he relaxed a little. After that, all was well, for the most part.  I was actually very nervous about taking him and Audrey by myself (Ty was at a little kindergarten camp), and having to hold them both, but all in all, it went much better than I would ever have thought possible. We drove back to Snead to get a happy meal, and he was good to go by then, having had a little nap in the car.

If you don't have a dramatic child, you are missing out on some interesting times. ;) I love my little T-roy.