No, I don't cry. I would get emotional when DS was in the NICU at first, but as time went on I got more immune to it (for lack of a better word) I think because he's had so many pricks and shots. I do love cuddling him afterwards though.
My kid cries the whole time anybody but me touches her at the doctor's office. I swear, I can't even distinguish between the crying she does when she gets a shot, and the crying she does when the nurse has the audacity to weigh and measure her, so I don't get too worked up about it. I comfort her during and after, and I don't look forward to it or anything, but I just view them as a necessary evil. I think if she was actually sick and in pain, and had to give blood or something, I would have a stronger reaction, but thankfully, we haven't had to go through anything like that.
Somehow during her 12 month shots, I let my D's hand wriggle out of my grasp. As the nurse was demanding that I grab her hand, I look down and see it already clutching the syringe, with the needle in her leg. I was paralyzed. Luckily, the nurse reacted very quickly and skillfully, and my D ended up with just a tiny scratch. I cried over that one.
I'm probably setting my kid up for a perverse delight in shots because I treat him to lunch out with mama when we leave the pedi after a round. I can usually get him to settle down within 1 minute of his shots by reminding him that "we get to go out to lunch!"
It doesn't bother me or make me cry. I go to his appointments alone. I just try to comfort DS. I tell him "I'm sorry buddy, I know that hurt. But it's over now, and it was important to keep you safe." He's also pretty easily distracted by a lollipop or sticker.
Same here. Like "sorry, I KNOW it sucks, but this has to be done. Look! STICKERS!!! ZOMG SO OSSUM! You want OLAF? OLAF and ELSA?!? You got it! GOOOOOOOOD JOB, Big Boy!"
you know, lay it on thick, that he made it through with (hopefully) minimal tears, congrats, and let's go home!
No, I remain upbeat because I think DS feeds off that.
Same.
I did have to hold back the tears to keep a brave face when my then-10-month-old DD2 had to get stitches. Pinned down on the papoose board, crying and screaming with that "WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME, MAMA?!" look in her eyes? That was hard for me to watch.
At our pedis office the nurses gives the shots and asks me to help hold him down. I pretty much hold his arms and makes sure he does try to get up. God that look on his face is worse than the cry. Why are you holding me down and letting them do this to me. He will be old enough for the next round that I can explain it a little.
Shots don't bother me. Dd doesn't love them but they are quick and she's over it quickly.
Blood draws are rough, though. We needed 4 vials in August and couldn't get enough so we had to go back 2 days later. She remembered it and was beside herself. It was horrible. They are not that quick, they hurt, and I have to hold her still. I keep it together during the moment bc I have to but it is hard.
It doesn't bother me or make me cry. I go to his appointments alone. I just try to comfort DS. I tell him "I'm sorry buddy, I know that hurt. But it's over now, and it was important to keep you safe." He's also pretty easily distracted by a lollipop or sticker.
Same here. Like "sorry, I KNOW it sucks, but this has to be done. Look! STICKERS!!! ZOMG SO OSSUM! You want OLAF? OLAF and ELSA?!? You got it! GOOOOOOOOD JOB, Big Boy!"
you know, lay it on thick, that he made it through with (hopefully) minimal tears, congrats, and let's go home!
Exactly, except "You want LIGHTNING McQUEEN?! and MATER? Yes oh YES you can HAVE TWO STICKERS 'cause you're an AWESOME BIG BOY!"
I was a mess at 2 months and she gets more at her 4 month appointment this Friday.
H is taking her. I can't handle it. At her 2 month appointment she did this horrible silent cry (red face, mouth open, not breathing, no sound) for what seemed like forever and then let out this horrible shrill.
And all week I've been so worried because I know it's going to happen again.
But she was fine a few minutes later. I was more affected than she was, really.