Poor Taylor had her 4 year old well check visit with the doctor today which meant 3 shots and a prick on the finger to test for anemia. It was a pretty traumatic event for her. Tears and sobs occurred on and off throughout the evening as she remembered being held down and shot 3 times in the arm. In between hysterics she would say, " I don't like that doctor. She does bad things." At our dinner prayer, I thanked Heavenly Father that Taylor could get shots so she can be healthy (trying to show her that its all good) so she said our family prayer which consisted of this line, "Thank you that I could get shots and Thank you that I can never get them again." She couldn't take a bath or wear a long sleeve pajama shirt because it would hurt her owies. It really was quite the dramatic afternoon. I ended up just laughing at the things she was saying because if you didn't know better you would think something awful happened to her. I guess in her young mind, something did. She now has a fever and one arm she can't move. Poor thing!
I would like to thank the nurse girl for creating fear in my child about Kindergarten. She told Taylor she needed the shots in order to go (NEXT YEAR!)...well guess what, Taylor doesn't want to go to Kindergarten now. Thanks!
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Good for you for getting some at age 4. Ryan didn't get any from the time he was 2 until he turned 5. We went to that Kinder appointment, and he got 7 shots! He was NOT happy. I learned my lesson to break them up, some at 4 years and some at 5.
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