Today the two older kids had their yearly check-ups with the pediatrician. We made our long way to the doctor's office after school. During our trip I explained to the kids why they were going to the doctor. Mae quickly asked, "Do I have to get a shot?" I told her that she shouldn't because she was caught up, but that she could ask the doctor when we got there. I'm not sure if she didn't hear me or if she just wasn't satisfied with the answer I supplied because she asked me about five more times as we traveled through town. When we got to the doctor's office all was well. They each weighed, had their hearing and vision checked and loved showing off how smart they are and how well they could behave. When the appointment was drawing to a close just after the doctor gave me all of the height and weight percentages the doctor dropped the bomb. "You know....your kids are missing some shots." She proceeded to tell me that the doctor's office in Memphis probably didn't send the correct information because we had gotten into school with a shot record from the Memphis office. During our discussion the doctor and I came to the conclusion that it would be best to go ahead and get the hepatitis A shot today and if they really were missing their second chicken pox vaccine then I could come back and get it later. It wouldn't hurt to give them another hep A vaccine if they had already gotten it.
So....... I said, "Well, guys. It looks like ya'll are going to have to have a shot after all."
Oh My Lord. That's all I can say for the reaction that Mae had. That girl started screaming at the top of her lungs as she clawed at the paper on the examination table trying to climb into the wall behind it. All I could do was stare. I have NEVER seen such! I'm telling ya'll it was B-A-D. She gave to meaning to the term screaming bloody murder.
Finally after much sweet talking, threatening, and promises of ice cream was I able to calm her down. The nurse was very sweet and calm. We let John Russel go first. Don't you just know that after his shot went in and out without incident he started to cry. He, the child who has gotten an allergy shot a week for the past 2 years of his life, started to CRY, ya'll! I don't know, maybe it burned or something....who knows. All I do know is that this did NOT help matters with Miss Mae Mae Workman! This set off a new set of hysterics.
Here we went again. Promises, threats and sweet talking. I held her in my arms and made her look the other way while she screamed in my ear. (My ear is still ringing by the way) The shot went in and out and after she cried a little bit longer.Then finally it was over.
Can you believe it? I can't. I have NEVER seen such in my life.
On the way home I called Rusty to tell him about it, and I couldn't resist to call Mother and tell her. Mae told me to quit talking about her and making up stories. Oh Girl.....Making up stories....I'm sorry, I know that one day you'll probably talk about me in therapy. Better yet you'll sit around your dorm room with your friends and talk about how horrible your mother was to you. You'll even have the evidence to prove it.... The Workman Five Family Blog.....