The first jab went well, he couldn't remember having an injection before as he had been so young last time. I bought and applied 'Emla' cream so that he wouldn't feel the needle, and all was fine until after the jab, where he promptly threw up out of shock. Poor love. Anyway thankfully the jab left no side effects - other than a complete fear of needles and the knowledge that having a jab can make you vomit - and all was well. Until this morning, when he needed to go back for his booster.
Now, rather than reminding him of it days ago, and letting him fret, I thought I would tell him at the last minute. He woke, bumbled sleepily to the breakfast table and thought about what to eat. I suddenly realised that maybe it was not a good idea for him to eat before we went, so I had to tell him there and then, where he was going at 9am. His face crumpled in betrayal. How could I? He began to sob. I tried to say it would be better this time, it was important that he should go, better than having the flu etc etc. Over time he seemed to resign himself, and after a shower and dressing, he watched TV, to 'take his mind off it'!
By 8.50 it was time to leave " Come on" I said "Time to go"
"I'm not going" He replied
Oh no, he was not resigned at all. I tried to lift him into my arms. He's damned heavy now and it was all I could do to keep his feet off the ground. I hauled him towards the door. As we passed the downstairs toilet, he grabbed hold of the handle. "I need a wee" He shrieked, so I let him down.
Into the toilet he went, shut the door and guess what? He refused to come out again! The door was firmly locked and bolted, there was no way to get to him, the little rascal- though that may not have been what I wanted to call him at the time. He must have been planning it, as a last resort, all along!
After much cajoling, he did come out. Eventually! The only reason being there was nothing very amusing to do in there, except read his joke book on the toilet while his legs went numb, and the joke book was at least two Christmases old.
Note to self; do not leave exciting reading matter in the toilet for Small Sprog, in four weeks time he has his swine flu jab! Shhhhhh, don't tell him!
Oh bless him and you - upsetting or what?! I'm not a fan of needles either so know how he feels. Yuk!
I sympathise. Our eldest is also asthmatic and had his first jab last week. He's due another one but the surgery have delayed it as they've run out of vaccine!
Another jab? Oh no, the poor chap!
Good bloke skills to retreat to the loo and fix on his joke book.
At least you can assure him on the third via a seamless (ish) second experience?
Oh poor little boy. I've also got needle phobia so I understand completely. As for the swine flu vaccine - I dunno, I'm not completely convinced by all these vaccines. I'm one of those in the opposing camp.
great post, you are going to have so much fun with him as he gets older.
Poor thing, I hated vaccinations when I was a kid too. Sorry, I don't know of any miracle means of persuasion. Probably not much alternative to dragging him there kicking and screaming!
I'm not sure either FF. I have 4 weeks to research it. Though the asthma makes the threat of Swine flu a little more worrying.
Oh poor love.
Sam had the swine flu jab because he has asthma.
My daughter is still terrified of needles, even though she is an adult and the last time she had a flu jab she had to lie down in the waiting room because she started to faint. So Small Sprog definitely has my sympathy.
Nuts in May
I have a Facebook friend (old school chum) and all he does is post warnings and youtube vids about the swine flu vaccine. I think he has brainwashed me.
Poor Small Sprog! My youngest daughter had a "lazy eye" when she was young and used to get hysterical every time she had to go for a check-up and get her eyes dilated. No amount of comforting could calm her down. I feel for you, too. And actually I vomited the last time I had a flu shot, but that's another story...
Oh no....I used to have a terrible fear of needles when I was little.
Poor him. It must be a family trait?
I hope he got over the trauma quickly.
Poor lamb! But a wise lamb nevertheless!
Oh bless him! He is such a darling!
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