Monday, September 27, 2010

Shots (and I'm not talking about Tequila)

Monday morning started like any other day.  Mom got me up, fed me, took me downstairs.  Then I noticed that things were a little different.  For one, dad wasn't there.  That's when mom broke the news that dad had started traveling for work and would be gone every other week from Monday through Thursday.  I put on a brave face, but I was crying on the inside.  I miss him already. 

The next thing that was different was that mom loaded me up into my car seat and took me for a ride.  Not the most unusual until we ended up at the doctors office.  It seemed like a pretty standard checkup.  Mom got me all neked so I could be put on the scale.  I'm up to a whopping 10 lbs 11oz.  I happen to be at the 50th percentile for weight and 25th percentile for height (hmmm a trend I don't really want to see continue into adulthood).  Then I peed all over the blue pad I was laid on (par for the course). 


Dr Woody listened to my heart and said everything sounded fine.  That's when things went downhill.  And fast.  The nurse came in and said something about 2 month immunizations.  She pulled out three shots and gave me 2 in one thigh and 1 in the other.  Doc told mom they were shots to prevent hemophilus influenza type B, polio, hepatitis B, and diphtheria, pertussis (whooping cough), and tetanus. Let me tell you, this hurt more than when I poke myself in the eye on accident and even more than when I have gas.  I cried so hard no sound came out.  After that mom held me and gave me some loving and I immediately felt better.



That afternoon I headed over to see Kristin and Amelia Kay to see how they were faring.  Apparently a lot better than me because they hadn't gotten any shots in the last few days.  Amelia is growing like a weed and helps me remember how small I was at that age.  Ah the good old days.

Katrina and Amelia (pictured on right - har har)

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