Campbell had his Kindergarten shots the other day. We've discussed it for quite awhile and would have been done in Marc if he hadn't been sick with horrible ear infections. One morning, months before the shots, Marc went in to wake the boys up and Campbell was wide awake staring at the ceiling. Campbell said, "I thought morning would never get here. I need to ask Mommy how many shots I'm getting."
Campbell was so brave and he didn't cry or even flinch for the first three shots. But that last one, the MMR, is a nasty burning one and his eyes just welled up with tears. The nurse told him it was ok to cry and he just curled his body into mine and cried for half a second before he regained control. Brave little guy.
Later that night he was trying to get into his pajamas and was struggling because he couldn't raise his arms up to take off his shirt. When I asked him if his arms hurt, he shook his head and said that his band-aids hurt but he didn't want to take them off because he wanted to show them off at school the next day. I asked again if his arms really didn't hurt and he said, "I just can't make them go straight." And he tried to hold his arm out straight but was only able to raise it 1/4 of the way without wincing. Thank heavens for medicine. He was soon sleeping well and back to roughhousing with Addie and Coleman. He was very excited to tell Coleman that he was next in line to get shots - when he's 12! But when he found out it was really the baby who would be getting shots next, he was so sweet about how he would help the baby be brave. I love that little guy!
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