My wake up call comes in the form of a three-year-old hollering from downstairs that he is going to pee in his pants, so I rush to help him get to the toilet. Before going back upstairs I know that if I can just fall asleep fast enough, there are twenty more minutes of shut-eye waiting for me. Grab cereal, juice, Mr. Giraffe and quickly take the toddler upstairs to watch cartoons in my bed.
The smart thing to do would be to shower before the baby wakes up though, and up I go.
Fast forward two hours, the three of us are finally ready to leave the house and I am already unsure of my ability to handle today all alone. The baby is getting his first round of vaccinations after all. My first struggle is getting the kids into the car. Do I set the baby down and get the toddler in first? Or trust the toddler to stay put while I try to get the baby’s car seat in place?
We get to the doctor’s office and big brother makes a quick dash for the toys on the other side of the office while his little brother has decided that being calm and quiet has lost it’s charm and he would prefer to yell.
I can actually feel my hair turning gray.
It gets a bit easier once we sit down. Some spit up and a little yelling from the little one is no big deal, but now the other needs to pee. Diaper bag over the shoulder, a bag of toys on my arm, the car seat in one hand and the toddler’s hand in my other. Has anyone seen my phone?
Off we go into the exam room. Measure the baby, weigh the baby, listen to the baby, look at the baby’s eyes and ears. He’s healthy. Phew! I’m surprised she could even hear his heart over his older brother shouting, “say cheese!” every couple seconds.
Now time for the really tough part.
As a person who is afraid of needles myself, I’ve always found it extremely difficult to have to gather my courage to be the strong one for my little men. Knowing that the vaccinations protect them from deadly diseases coupled with the fact that we are fortunate to have access to medical care at all has always aided me in finding strength. However, I would be a liar if I said I didn’t drop a tear or two for the boys when they got their shots.