Our last few doctor's visits have been rough. Adrian has realized that every time we go, he gets a shot. He's fine in the waiting room, loves playing with the wooden trucks, making eyes at all the nurses and baby girls waiting to be seen, but once the time comes to go into the little room and take off his clothes to get weighed and measured, he isn't having any of it. He IMMEDIATELY breaks out into a full blown crying breakdown. I have managed to hug him close, hold him, let him know that everything will be OK for the last few visits. But once the doctor comes close to him with the stethoscope, and asks to look in his ears, he knows that the shot is coming next, and he clings on to me for dear life. He gets his vaccine and his eyes go wide with horror and they say, "MOMMY! WHY WOULD YOU LET HER DO THAT TO ME!!!" I have been able to give him a colorful lollipop (still in the wrapper) which has quieted him down.
I knew that this time would be different. Adrian is much more opinionated these days, and I am much more pregnant than our last visit. My energy level is way low and with the heat wave we are having in NYC, I knew I would have to resort to different tactics. So this time, he got that lollipop (wrapper off!), his first lollipop ever, once he had to be weighed and measured. After a brief stint of hysteria, he sucked and drooled happily all around the office, occasionally offering me a taste.
He was much calmer when the doctor checked him this time because she bribed him with a second lolli. But once he realized he was going to get another shot, he immediately threw it at her and kicked her with all his might. This is a photo of after his shot. It's amazing how quickly he calmed down once get got his lollipop back.
But he still was pissed.
