They each needed 5 shots. Not a good day at the doctor's. They had their height and weight checked...both are right on track. Then they checked their blood pressure and eyesight. Again, good to go. We ran into some problems when they wanted urine samples. Mister produced, but Lemur was a no-go. (So, they sent the specimen cup home and we have to try to get one out of him here....ugh.)Then the doctor came in. Looked in eyes, ears, noses, mouths....checked lungs, hearts and stomachs. Then came the time to "look under your underwear"...Mister ran to the corner of the room and started crying...Lemur ran to the corner and hissed at the doctor like a mad cat. You can imagine his dad and my horror at that! (The hissing is a bad habit he has picked up from the cat, Cinders. Last summer we got a Siamese kitten from Ben's sister and poor old Cinders did not adjust well to him being in the house. She still hisses regularly at him--and often at us, too--and Lemur has picked up this habit and attitude. Lovely behavior, isn't it?)
And then it was time for finger pricks to check for anemia. Mister, again, went first and cried like you were sticking needles into him. Of course, a needle had been stuck in him, but you get the idea. It was all a bit blown out of proportion, and went on for about 10 minutes longer than it needed to. Lemur came back into the room (after trying for the second time to produce a urine specimen), saw Mister crying and was immediately concerned. Still whimpering, Mister watched as Lemur got his torturous finger prick and Bugs Bunny band-aid. And, again, the ceaseless crying commenced.
Now only the worst to go. 5 needle-stabs to the thighs. Mister was up. Kicking, screaming, squirming. I had to lie on top of him (with shrieking screams in my ear) on the table while two nurses pinned his legs down and started jabbing needles at lightening speed. Lemur took one look, started shaking in his dad's arms, and said "I want to go out of this room!" Then it was time for the second one. Less kicking and squirming, and screaming was, surprisingly, not as loud. And no hissing, which I always count as a success. When it was all over, they did admit that their fingers hurt worse than their legs. On the way out they got their suckers, and their choice of stickers. Do you think they went for the cars, or superman, or batman stickers? No. They saw the iCarly stickers and would settle for nothing less. So, iCarly it was.
We then followed the torture with a visit to McDonalds for a happy meal and ice cream. And now, playing the Wii, they're no worse for the wear.
5 comments:
So sad! :( I feel their pain. Finger pricks are the worst. I can donate all the plasma they want but they want to check to make sure it's ok to donate first, which includes a finger prick. Least favorite process...
I HATE shot days!! My kids seem to sense it even before they know where we are going. I had to carry my 5yr. old screaming and crying into the Dr. office. She hadn't even seen the needle yet. I can't imagine 2 at the same time.
I totally laughed out loud at the thought of Lemur hiding in the corner hissing. That is too funny. But on a more serious note, poor little guys!
I feel your pain. Aren't twins grand??
Oh man, I'm glad you had your hubby there to help. I love the hissing! haha! I wonder what other kids in the office were thinking from hearing this going on in the next room.
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