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"I don't want to get my shot."

So this was what was on the schedule for today. 5-year-old immunizations. You can imagine that it was a bit of a heavy thing on Plava's little heart. At the best of times, a shot would be a terrifying idea. She did successfully get on the scale at the doctor's office the other day though, yes, for the first time ever, and so she has been known to surprise us! Haha.

I'm happy to report that she did it. No, the nurse did it, with me holding her (really tightly) while she cried and (well, screamed) but was somewhat resolved to the fact that it was needing to happen. With me and the kind and sympathetic nurse's help, we settled her down afterwards and she was chattering in no time, but remained very weepy on and off for the next while. When we were walking back to the van, she commented that it was the hardest thing she's ever done. :) What a poor, sweet, sensitive kid. It's not easy being a parent to ANY kid, and with Plava she has her own set of challenges, but she is pure gold on the inside. (Aren't they all?)

After a brief visit to her school where she hummed and hawed over whether she wanted to do the rest of the day with her friends, we headed out for a little lunch and then home for quiet time, where she's nursing her arm with an ice pack in her bed. :) Maybe she'll even get a little shut-eye.

Whew! A difficult appointment, but necessary. I certainly could have cried at a few points there, but didn't and remained loving but strong in the fact that it needed to happen. I managed to avoid begging and pleading, and there were no threats or promises of rewards after. (I've been at this with Plava for way too long to believe that those would work anyway!! Hah!) Feeling a little drained but happy that it's over, just as she is.

Tata!

"I got my shot but I cried a lot."