I took Gabe to the doctor this morning. He played around a bon-fire a few weeks ago while we were visiting the Hallmarks and has had a cough since. We thought it was time for a visit to our friendly Pediatrician....
From the minute I told Gabe we were going to the doctor, he began asking if he would have to get a shot. He is terrified of shots! When we stepped into the doctor's office, I let the nurse know that I wanted a good check-up while he was there. Gabe hasn't been to the doctor in about 2 years, so I thought this would be great. They did the whole work-up on him. Of course, that means pricking his finger. Poor thing, I had to use all my strength to hold him down. He pushed and pulled until the nurse finally was able to stick his finger. He immediately sat up and said, "Oh, I didn't even feel it." He wants to be so tough....
Next, we went in to see the doctor. They wanted him to get undressed and put on a gown. I knew this was going to be a problem. First of all, Gabe hates to be naked in front of other people and putting on a "gown"...well, that is for girls! After I convinced him that no one was looking and the gown was really cool because it had footballs and bears on it, he decided to undress and wait for the doctor. When the doctor walked in, Gabe began trying to convince him that he really didn't need a shot today. After the doctor decided to give him a few breathing treatments and some allergy medication, he informed us the nurse would be in soon for his flu shot. Well, that was NOT what Gabe wanted to hear! He immediately got under the table, pulled the step stool on top of him, and refused to come out. After explaining to him the purpose of the flu shot and bribing him with a biscuit from Chick-fil-A, he decided to come out and sit with me. When the nurse came in, he was pitiful! He was so scared of that shot and was huddling next to me in the fetal position. I grabbed hold of him and held him down while the nurse quickly gave the shot. It was over..... After a few minutes of calming down, he realized he was finished. He quickly put his clothes on and headed out the door. He was ready to go! After paying, we went to the car and called Joey. He was so happy to tell his dad how he was "really tough and didn't even cry" when he got his shots. Sweet boy.... We headed on to CFA, got some biscuits, and headed back to school. He couldn't wait to tell his class about his shots. I think he will be the hero of first grade today! :)
Luckily, I won't have to do this again until next year!
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