It's been awhile since Sebastian's first shots. Three and a half years in fact. So I was a little taken aback when the nurses at our new Dr.'s office pulled out the vaccine needles. You're putting those where?! She doesn't need an epidural!
She screamed one loud, piercing scream with the simultaneous shots in each leg (two nurses present) and then there was the deep intake of breath that lasted a full five seconds before that second red-faced wail and the look in her eye that I should probably do something about those ladies with needles. And then the third shot. Thank you very much.
I didn't cry. I did want to slap the younger nurse who seemed to push the needle in further than necessary. I didn't mind when she couldn't get the machine to read Ruby's pulse on her hand or foot and had to bring in the second nurse to give it a try. I didn't mind when that nurse also couldn't get the machine to work because my three month old was so wiggly. I was a little surprised that it took them fifteen minutes to give up and do it the old fashioned way with a stethoscope and clock.
The best part was when we were shown to our room.
Young Nurse: "What's the reason for your visit?"
Me: "We had a home birth and are now needing to start her well baby visits with a Family Practitioner so we can get her shots going."
Young Nurse: (long pause) "Like...an accident? You accidentally had her at home?"