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azurelunatic) wrote2002-07-27 04:28 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-07-27 04:28 pm
Immunizations
Today they were doing free immunizations, and Votania told me to bring down Nephew and his paperwork, so I did. On the way, we picked up ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx, who was originally invited over to babysit while Votania and I went out with the Blonde from her work to see near-naked men. The near-naked men expedition was called off, as the Blonde can't make it, Votania's working late, and I won't go without Votania. marxdarx was invited over anyway.
There was the usual mad paperwork shuffle.votania was dragged away from work for long enough to sign the paperwork and make things kosher, and then she bustled back off again, busy as usual. Marx and Nephew played.
Amusingly, I got addressed as Mom and Marx as Dad by the ladies performing the injections. "Aunt", I corrected. No ball-and-chain for me as yet, thanks much.
They had me sit down in the chair and had Nephew sit on my lap. On our way there, I'd told him what immunizations were about: you had to get immunized now so you wouldn't get sick with some different really bad diseases later, like measles, which was a nasty way of getting sick. I told him that I had gotten immunized against one kind of influenza earlier this year. He got the concept. I held his arms gently while they cleaned the first patch on the left arm.
I told Nephew that this was going to hurt, but less than the owie on his toe. He didn't whimper with the first one, and I told him what a good job he was doing. The second one was evidently a little less fun, but he didn't make a fuss. He was none too happy about having to get two more in the right arm. I told him about how one of my friends (a kid about his age) had to get a shot of insulin every day, because she had diabetes. I told him how he was being better about getting shots than Mommy was, and even better than me, because when I'd gotten my last immunization just a few months ago, not only had I said, "Ow, that hurts", I'd used a few words I wasn't supposed to.
The lady told us that this last one, the MMR, would sting a little. There was a rather lot of liquid in the syringe, and Nephew did whimper and cry a little, quietly, as it went in. I hugged him and told him how good at this he was being, how brave, and so very much better at it than Mommy.
Orange juice and a cookie followed. There was another kid getting a shot while that was going on, and he was well-behaved as well. I pointed that out to Nephew, how the other boy was doing a good job at getting his immunization just like Nephew, and then we went off to say hello again to Mommy. Nephew was feeling better by this time, and was talking about how he was going to be strong now. I told Mommy how well he'd done, and there was general happiness.
I'm great with kids as soon as they're old enough to explain things to. I will quite likely end up with Birds and Bees duty, which, as my parents did it admirably well with me, I feel quite ready for. Guide-dog-Aunt found this delightful book explaining the process fairly well; I should ask her what the author and title are.
marxdarx, who was originally invited over to babysit while Votania and I went out with the Blonde from her work to see near-naked men. The near-naked men expedition was called off, as the Blonde can't make it, Votania's working late, and I won't go without Votania. marxdarx was invited over anyway. There was the usual mad paperwork shuffle.
votania was dragged away from work for long enough to sign the paperwork and make things kosher, and then she bustled back off again, busy as usual. Marx and Nephew played. Amusingly, I got addressed as Mom and Marx as Dad by the ladies performing the injections. "Aunt", I corrected. No ball-and-chain for me as yet, thanks much.
They had me sit down in the chair and had Nephew sit on my lap. On our way there, I'd told him what immunizations were about: you had to get immunized now so you wouldn't get sick with some different really bad diseases later, like measles, which was a nasty way of getting sick. I told him that I had gotten immunized against one kind of influenza earlier this year. He got the concept. I held his arms gently while they cleaned the first patch on the left arm.
I told Nephew that this was going to hurt, but less than the owie on his toe. He didn't whimper with the first one, and I told him what a good job he was doing. The second one was evidently a little less fun, but he didn't make a fuss. He was none too happy about having to get two more in the right arm. I told him about how one of my friends (a kid about his age) had to get a shot of insulin every day, because she had diabetes. I told him how he was being better about getting shots than Mommy was, and even better than me, because when I'd gotten my last immunization just a few months ago, not only had I said, "Ow, that hurts", I'd used a few words I wasn't supposed to.
The lady told us that this last one, the MMR, would sting a little. There was a rather lot of liquid in the syringe, and Nephew did whimper and cry a little, quietly, as it went in. I hugged him and told him how good at this he was being, how brave, and so very much better at it than Mommy.
Orange juice and a cookie followed. There was another kid getting a shot while that was going on, and he was well-behaved as well. I pointed that out to Nephew, how the other boy was doing a good job at getting his immunization just like Nephew, and then we went off to say hello again to Mommy. Nephew was feeling better by this time, and was talking about how he was going to be strong now. I told Mommy how well he'd done, and there was general happiness.
I'm great with kids as soon as they're old enough to explain things to. I will quite likely end up with Birds and Bees duty, which, as my parents did it admirably well with me, I feel quite ready for. Guide-dog-Aunt found this delightful book explaining the process fairly well; I should ask her what the author and title are.
don't get to cozy
I'm in charge of "those" talks... I wouldn't have the right to call myself his mother otherwise.
love,
Me
Well, of course!