The nurse asked me why I had left it so long. She asked if it was because I was researching the injections. Or if I had concerns about them.
I told her, sheepishly, that I’d just not got round to it. For well over a year.
She then asks if I hadn’t received the reminder.
I had.
That sat on my desk with the original reminder!
In September the little one starts school (they start when they are 5 in Scotland) and she needed to have her injections by then.
With work and everything else in life I really struggled to get on and book the appointment.
I was also aware now she’s older she’d really know what was going on.
So she sat on my lap with one arm round me while she got the first injection in her arm.
That one was fine. She barely noticed.
But the 2nd one hurts. The nurse knew this.
So she turned around and I cuddled her while she had the other one.
And as she melted into me in proper tears of hurt. I felt each tear. I cuddled her close as she cried in pain.
She tried to stop crying for the sweets the nurse gave her. She tried to be brave but it really hurt her.
When we got back to the waiting room where we were instructed to hang out for a few minutes, she said “the first one was ok but she was really rough with the second one!”
She got over it relatively quickly though. She is a great kid.
So that’s it hopefully. The last of her injections done.
