Good checkup, good growth, yucky immunizations.
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Gabriel's version:
I was awakened from a delightful slumber in my swing and placed in that horribly uncomfortable car seat. Mom and Dad whirled me out to the car and we took a short trip to the doctor's office. Once in, I let them know that I wanted out of my car seat; Dad held me and I looked around the waiting room.
Suddenly a Nurse appeared and called out my name. Dad took me back to this funny machine called a scale where they proceeded to take off all of my clothes! I had to lay there on the crinkly paper while they adjusted nobs, put tape around my head, and stretched me out. It was most awkward.
Then, Mom took me into a little room and bundled me in my blanket. In came the Doctor Lady and I sat in Mom's lap and listened to her talk. She talked sweetly and I smiled and cooed at her. Doctor Lady put me on the table and gently played with my legs, put a strange device over my heart, and poked another strange device in my ears. I didn't mind too much.
After the Doctor Lady left, the real trouble began. In came the Nurse and she was carrying three strange pointy things in her hand. Mom laid me back on the table and I observed the nurse fidgeting with the pointy things. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt a piercing pain in my right leg. I wailed and looked at Mom: "how could you let this happen?" Again, a piercing pain and I knew I would never walk again. I reasoned that at least I would have one good leg left to stand on when I felt the assault on my left leg: another stabbing pain. I felt defeated; I cried more big tears.
I looked up at Mom and she was crying too. I don't know why she was crying. The Nurse didn't poke the sharp things in her leg. Nonetheless, Mom scooped me up and I rested close on her shoulder. It was all too much for me. I fell asleep, worn out from the assault on my good nature.
We came back home and Mom gave me some medicine for my wounded legs. I slept comfortably the rest of the day, dreaming of a world where there are no sharp stabs for little babes.
2 comments:
Oh what a grim reminder of what we have in store. Oooops. I kind of overlooked that in the busy crazy haze we call December. Sam must be a third child, it is evident. I was right on track with my first two. Better get him in there.
*sniff*
Glad you survived and Gabe survived the ordeal. Poor guy. It's not all clouds and teddy bears this baby stuff. Youch!
Thisis such a precious way to keep us "up-dated." It makes you feel like you are just right around the corner. Especially, I loved Gabe's comments about his visit to the Doctor Lady. And, indeed, we know why Mommy was crying.
Love,
"Uncle" Carroll and "Aunt" Mildred
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