Poor Burton. I took him out under semi false pretences today. I told him that he had an appointment at the doctors, *this* he was ok with, afterall, as he informed me, he and Jenson had been playing with their doctors set for a while now so he knew what seeing the doctor was all about! What Burton didn't realise and what I had failed to inform him, was that this appointment was in fact his pre school immunisations. I didn't want to warn him in case it put him off going.
Anyway, bless him we arrived and upon entering the room where the 'deed' was to be done he told the nurse and other two ladies that he had a doctors set and he was ready for his appointment. Even after the nurse explained to him what he was going to have done, he still referred to his toy medical kit 'medicine' and said he was ready to have his jabs. Hmmmm......after the first jab he was not keen to have another in the other arm but of course he had too. I had some Maltesers ready for him afterwards (and chocolate Buttons for Jenson), and he did cry a little but he was my brave little soldier.
As I mentioned to the nurse, its easier in a way when they are babies going to get their immunisations. Don't get me wrong, I hated it, especially with Burton being my first born (by the time I took Jenson I was more used to it), and I almost cried the first time I took my 8 week old precious baby for his jabs. But at least when they are babies, it is us parents who know what is coming not them. However, when they are 3 1/2 , they know and it is harder to coax them to have the second needle!
Still, the trip to the doctors made me a little nostalgic thinking back to my big boy as a baby and having those immunisations aged 8, 12, and 16 weeks and 14 months and now as a pre schooler. Where have those weeks, months and years gone? As he sat there in my arms at the doctors, sobbing a little into my chest it really took me back.
He said that he never wants me to take him to an appointment like that ever again. I said I wouldn't but that he would have one more when he was at school when he was a much, much bigger boy. He was not happy about that and asked if I would be there. I replied no, because he he would have it done at school and he won't want me there then. Of course this was completely alien to him and its impossible for me to make him understand.
However, that's the thing isn't it, by then at his next jab, Mummy won't be needed for a cuddle and a reassuring kiss or to wipe away his little tears. He will be too big for that. My little soldier, no longer little.
Ah well, it will soon be Jenson's time for this pre school appointment!
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