So after Kenzie drank down the first vaccination mixture, she was ready for her shots. We held her down while each nurse found a spot on each of Kenzie's little thighs. They swabbed and then told us to get ready.
I couldn't watch them do it. So I looked at Kenzie's eyes.
They went from perfectly wonderful to alligator tears in a matter of a nano second.
Poor thing. After the simultaneous shots, the head nurse had to administer a final shot.
That only made Kenzie cry harder. Her face reddened and contorted and the tears rolled down her angry cheeks.
The cute little Garfield bandages they put on her legs when it was all done didn't matter to Kenzie one bit. She can't even get a balloon or sucker, like I used to when I was a kid after I had to suffer through a shot.
She was pretty well knocked out on the ride home, but, of course, once Kristie left for work - and I was left in charge - she woke up and was not happy.
The poor little thing.
I felt terrible since there was little I could do to help her tears. I tried holding her and walking, holding her and rocking, holding her and hopping, craddling her and humming. Finally, I had to set her in her play pen. Then I gave her a little bit of Tylenol. She calmed a bit. So I just pulled up a chair and held my hand on her little chest while she sobbed. After 15 painful minutes of tears, she zonked right out.
I was still too nervous to let her out of my sight, so I just sat and watched her sleep. Then when I couldn't take it anymore (I kept checking to make sure she was breathing, with nightmare scenerios of the rarest reactions to vaccinations running through my mind), and I cradled her and rocked her back to sleep.
That was how I spent the rest of the afternoon.
Now, though, she is back to normal. You can still see her bandages. We're in the clear now . . . at least for a few more months.
1 comment:
I have been reading and enjoying your site, even without all of the controversy going on, and this entry hit home. The only difference was each of our twins getting chances to go first, and seeing the reaction their brother had. If they never told you, I highly recommend giving painkillers before she goes in for her shots next time. It saved our boys lots of pain, and then you don't have to try and play catch up with painkillers.
Todd Johnson-Haase
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