Wow, that's a lot of blood.....
Oh the joys of having a husband that works late hours. I just love having to give my very strong 1 year old his shots. That's right, not just one shot but 2. One for dinner than 1 for bedtime. So tonight I cooked dinner for Cole and I (that's right I said I cooked). I even cooked while I had a 1 year old stuck to my leg while trying to hold my hand the whole time I was cooking.
Cole finished eating dinner (maybe a little less dinner than normal since the doctor said today that he is in the 99% for his weight). Then it was time to give him his shot. I have learned that leaving him strapped in his highchair makes the shot giving a little easier. So I head over to him with needle in hand. I take out the alcohol wipe and start to clean the area and holy cow you would think I was performing an exorcism. The kid went crazy, screaming and twisting around in the chair like he was going somewhere. As I held him with one arm, with the needle in my mouth, I managed to clean the area. Next, the fun part... getting the needle in his arm. We are supposed to leave it in there for 5 seconds to make sure the insulin stays in. Ha ha, really funny doctor. You give him his shot by your self and hold that needle in there for 5 seconds. Good luck lady, that's all I can say. So anyway, I pull the cap of the needle off with my mouth and spit it on the floor. I try to put my weight on Cole to stop him from moving... and trust me I have a lot of weight to throw around but this doesn't seem to be working. My hand starts shaking like crazy and I just keep telling myself that I have to do this. Ok, so I finally poke him with the needle. I push down, trying to make sure he doesn't wiggle it free. As he is still trying like crazy to get out of the highchair and away from me, I say to myself "1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi ... oh hell I am done, this is crazy." I pull the needle out and out comes all the blood. Now I am pretty sure I am getting the mom of the year award as I am wiping the blood from his arm and from all over my hand.
Poor guy. I get him out of his highchair and give him a hug. He runs off to go play toys. I think to myself... don't go to far, we have another shot to do in a hour.
As I struggle with giving Cole his shots when I am by myself, I start to tell myself that maybe I should not complain so much that I am stuck on midnight shift all summer. It's Robert's turn to do it all on his own (insert evil laugh)....oh but half way through my evil laugh I realize that I won't be going to work until after Cole gets both shots. Dang... it's the evening shift I need in order to do the evil laugh.
I will say, Robert stopped by the house and helped give Cole his night time shot. Maybe he gets the dad of the year award... nah.
Cole finished eating dinner (maybe a little less dinner than normal since the doctor said today that he is in the 99% for his weight). Then it was time to give him his shot. I have learned that leaving him strapped in his highchair makes the shot giving a little easier. So I head over to him with needle in hand. I take out the alcohol wipe and start to clean the area and holy cow you would think I was performing an exorcism. The kid went crazy, screaming and twisting around in the chair like he was going somewhere. As I held him with one arm, with the needle in my mouth, I managed to clean the area. Next, the fun part... getting the needle in his arm. We are supposed to leave it in there for 5 seconds to make sure the insulin stays in. Ha ha, really funny doctor. You give him his shot by your self and hold that needle in there for 5 seconds. Good luck lady, that's all I can say. So anyway, I pull the cap of the needle off with my mouth and spit it on the floor. I try to put my weight on Cole to stop him from moving... and trust me I have a lot of weight to throw around but this doesn't seem to be working. My hand starts shaking like crazy and I just keep telling myself that I have to do this. Ok, so I finally poke him with the needle. I push down, trying to make sure he doesn't wiggle it free. As he is still trying like crazy to get out of the highchair and away from me, I say to myself "1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi ... oh hell I am done, this is crazy." I pull the needle out and out comes all the blood. Now I am pretty sure I am getting the mom of the year award as I am wiping the blood from his arm and from all over my hand.
Poor guy. I get him out of his highchair and give him a hug. He runs off to go play toys. I think to myself... don't go to far, we have another shot to do in a hour.
As I struggle with giving Cole his shots when I am by myself, I start to tell myself that maybe I should not complain so much that I am stuck on midnight shift all summer. It's Robert's turn to do it all on his own (insert evil laugh)....oh but half way through my evil laugh I realize that I won't be going to work until after Cole gets both shots. Dang... it's the evening shift I need in order to do the evil laugh.
I will say, Robert stopped by the house and helped give Cole his night time shot. Maybe he gets the dad of the year award... nah.
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