We've been at the pediatrician's twice this week in an effort to get all caught up with physicals and immunizations before the big move. This morning Charlie had his well check and had to get a few shots, which set off a flurry of questions and concerns from the older three on behalf of little bro. They asked me about the "worst shot I ever got," and I ended up telling them about the steroid shot I had to get when I went into labor with Chloe at 23 weeks. Without a doubt, it was the most painful shot I have ever received - I could feel the steroid coursing up and down my veins, and it hurt so badly I cried like a baby. I've had to endure spinals and epidurals, and they don't hold a candle to that steroid shot. The worst part of it all was that I had to get another one the next morning - so for the entire 24 hours in between, all I did was lay in my hospital bed and think about what was waiting for me the next morning.
Sam listened with wide eyes and rapt attention as I told them the story, and then he said, "Mom, if I had been there and saw that happen to you, I would have
dashed into tears."
Here he is at his six year old checkup, all bravado and smiles:
He is such a sweetie, this boy. I adore him.
Smith kids get donuts to take the sting of the shot away:
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