Today was Tatum’s 4-year old check up. On the phone, I was told there would be no shots.
But first, the day started out quite fun. We started with a bike ride around the block. At one point, Tatum knew I was lagging behind (since she’s speed racer now!), and she stopped, got off her bike and said to me, “Mommy, I want to give you a hug.” Huh? Wow. I was so touched. We hugged, she got back on and rode off with me in tow.
Next stop: the library.
Upon much laughing and reading of many books, we headed to the doctor. I was excited because I knew she’d have no shots.
Tatum got weighed and measured. I think she’s gained three pounds since her last visit. And….
She’s now 36.5 inches. (so about 2.5 inches taller!)
What color are you wearing? What color am I wearing? What color is my pen? etc. Then she drew numbers and letters on her table.
Tot got them all. Then the shapes….oh the shapes. Circles? Sure! Triangles? No problem. But a square? Silence. She said, “oval?” Drawing one then…. Nope. It was an ovally thing. She knows this!!! Oh well.
She wrote her name just fine, and this impressed the doctor immensely!
Then. The news. The BIG bloody news.
She needs FOUR shots!!!!!?
The bedside manner of the guy nurse was below zero. Like nil. He got it over with fast, and put on the bandaids fast, but no joking around or anything. He fled the premises fast and she wailed away. She wanted nothing to do with a sticker or a lollipop. She just wanted mommy to carry her and hold her. DONE!
Of course I took her for frozen yogurt and cuddled with her the rest of the day.
Looks like four shots is a bummer for her but a winner for me since I got extra cuddle time. I love you Tot. I would have taken those shots for you in a second if I could have.