Last week was Suhaana's half year check up. And after the question-and-answer session with her doctor, that meant it was time for vaccinations. One oral vaccine and two shots at either leg. And while she did cry, it wasn't too bad. Here's how it happened:
(Vaccine-nurse enter. I sign digital form that okays them to stick a needle into the little one.)
Suhaana lying on the table.
Nurse starts with oral vaccine: sticks the oral syringe (not a syringe at all, more like a travel size toothpaste tube) into her mouth.
Little girl doesn't appreciate this but is still curious about this new thing in her mouth.
Second or two elapse.
She's made up her mind about it, she doesn't like it one bit. Grimaces.
Time for the real syringes now. Nurse trying to clamp down her leg.
Little girl realizes somethings' up. Revolts albeit weakly at first.
Syringe 1 poke.
Ouch-moment crying.
Quick clamp down leg 2.
How-dare-you crying.
Syringe 2 poke.
Mix of ouch-and-get-me-outta-here crying.
Done, nurse is out of the room.
Angry crying.
I pick up my poor little baby! I feel for her..
The doll, sensing that the worst is probably over, calms down, relaxes a little. Crying is over.
I get her into a sling and wear her right next to me.
On my way out, I stop to make the next appointment for her 9th month checkup.
Little girl is fidgety. Her legs are probably paining.
I get her into the car soon.
My doll is visibly fidgety and uneasy.
I quickly get behind the wheel, switch radio to FM 101.1 Classical Music; I'm thinking it may calm her by listening to some soothing music.
Little doll growing more and more uneasy. A little whiny now. Things are heading south.
Damage control.. I switch radio channels, turn to Classic Rock.
Something strikes a chord with her. Suddenly, all's well in Suhaana-land.
I realize there's something she did inherit from me after all!
(Vaccine-nurse enter. I sign digital form that okays them to stick a needle into the little one.)
Suhaana lying on the table.
Nurse starts with oral vaccine: sticks the oral syringe (not a syringe at all, more like a travel size toothpaste tube) into her mouth.
Little girl doesn't appreciate this but is still curious about this new thing in her mouth.
Second or two elapse.
She's made up her mind about it, she doesn't like it one bit. Grimaces.
Time for the real syringes now. Nurse trying to clamp down her leg.
Little girl realizes somethings' up. Revolts albeit weakly at first.
Syringe 1 poke.
Ouch-moment crying.
Quick clamp down leg 2.
How-dare-you crying.
Syringe 2 poke.
Mix of ouch-and-get-me-outta-here crying.
Done, nurse is out of the room.
Angry crying.
I pick up my poor little baby! I feel for her..
The doll, sensing that the worst is probably over, calms down, relaxes a little. Crying is over.
I get her into a sling and wear her right next to me.
On my way out, I stop to make the next appointment for her 9th month checkup.
Little girl is fidgety. Her legs are probably paining.
I get her into the car soon.
My doll is visibly fidgety and uneasy.
I quickly get behind the wheel, switch radio to FM 101.1 Classical Music; I'm thinking it may calm her by listening to some soothing music.
Little doll growing more and more uneasy. A little whiny now. Things are heading south.
Damage control.. I switch radio channels, turn to Classic Rock.
Something strikes a chord with her. Suddenly, all's well in Suhaana-land.
I realize there's something she did inherit from me after all!
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