Okay, so it wasn’t really a “great” adventure…

It’s flu vaccine time again. I don’t get vaccinated because I have always reacted badly to the vaccine. As in sick beyond belief, hiding in bed with a box of tissues and a puke bucket by my side for at least ten days. I don’t know why, that’s just what happens.

Thankfully the kids handle the vaccine just fine. They usually get the mist type, which is administered like nasal spray. It would annoy the crap out of me, but it doesn’t involve needles, so they prefer it.

Yesterday we arrived at the doctor’s office to the news that they were already out of the mist. Apparently everyone was getting vaccinated this year. Which is good. Except that now my kids had to be jabbed…

The nurse came in with the shots. My three year old volunteered to go first. The nurse suggested that we go oldest to youngest, because usually that helps the younger kids. I told her we needed to go from youngest to oldest, and after she noticed my nine year-old crying in the corner of the room, she went with my idea.

My three year-old was already up on the table. He wiggled his pants down, laughed at the nurses a little, looked down and said “ow” when he was stuck with the needle, and then hopped down once his pants were buttoned back up.

My recently turned seven-year old took his in the arm. He pulled his shirt loose, whined a little bit when he saw the needle, and cried for about 30 seconds when he was stuck.

My nine year-old started sobbing before he even sat on the table, begged for the shot in his leg and not his arm, screamed when we tried to lay him down, and started to hyperventilate when he saw the (actually quite small) needle. He briefly screamed again when he was stuck, then spent the next five minutes whimpering.

Fun times, y’all. (But it could have been worse; at least I only had to deal with one hysterical child.)