Thursday, March 8, 2012


The school requires kids to get a booster of the Tdap vaccine when they turn 11. I made the appointment, and since he was with his dad, I called yesterday morning to tell him I'd pick him up from school and take him to the appointment. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. :-(

As we drove over to the doctor's office, he wasn't nonchalant, but seemed OK with it. We've talked about how his grandparents had polio when they were young, and how a jab protects a person by giving a shout to their immune system. A dress rehearsal as it were.

He gets up on the exam table and starts to get worried. The very nice nurse tells him to squeeze my hands with his. Ouch! Strong kid, but that's fine. And then she says, "OK, all done!" And he says, "Really?"

I love that. The good shot-givers get in and get out and it's over before the kid knows it. He even got to pick a prize from the prize bin.


  1. Ah, yes. The prize bins. That usually got me through the dentist visit. I still get tense when I have to get a shot, although I've given plenty of them to the sheep.

  2. Dang, if we all could always have our mommies with us to hold our hand when we have to go through scary things! (I think that's why circumstances like this are better if moms can be with the kiddos.)

  3. I think there should be many more prize bins for the things adults have to go through...


Hi, sorry to make the humans do an extra step.