Sticky Poky Thingies

Since we were blessed with recieving awesome group health coverage, I thought it was time to get a slew of "well child" visits done. All three boys were due for their check ups and needed to get more immunizations.

On Tuesday, it was Kristopher and Kolbein's turns. They were so excited to take the trip to Coeur d'Alene, a 45 min drive, to the pediatric center. I decided to go ahead and keep the doctors down there since I heard that the pediatrician center up here is always way overbooked. Jared approved. He loved his visit when he was sick last winter and had to make an office visit. So, he made sure he told Kris all about it the whole way down. A regular little tour guide.

Both little guys did pretty well. Kolbein of course was husky for his age and scored in the 90th percentile for his height. Kris was a skinny fella with average height scoring in the 50th percentile across the board.

The doctor was so nice. She checked for potatoes in Kristopher's ears on Jared's suggestion. We were relieved there were no jelly beans either. When it was Kolbein's turn, she was checking for teeth using one of those tongue suppressants. No teeth yet. The older brothers thought it was hilarious, which encouraged Kolbein to try to grab it and eat it.

All in all, it went well until the nurse brought in the vaccines. Kris somehow knew what they were. (Perhaps it was Jared asking, "Is he getting a shot? Mom! Mom, is he getting some shots now??!) So, we held him tightly, but gently on the table. I just put my face right into his and kept telling him he was doing so well as the tears came pouring out of his eyes. I think I had a few tears myself. So, we snuggled a minute after the three shots were over and the bright, neon bandaid dots were in place. (Thank goodness they can mix some of them now days!) He turned to me with those big blue eyes of his after a moment and said, "Mom, I didn't like those sticky poky thingies!"

Then it was Kolbein's turn. Deep breath.

Afterwards they both recieved books from the office as well as some very cool Spiderman stickers. Kris was quite proud of his. Then I hooked up Kolbein back in his stroller, being careful of his leg. I noticed that one of his band aids had disappeared, but the poke looked dry, so I didn't think another thing of it.

Kris reminded me again while lunching at McDonald's that he really, really didn't like those sticky poky thingies. And once more at home. He told me it made his legs hurt really, really badly and made him cry. I told him he did so well, and we wouldn't need to do that for a loooong time. He seemed satisfied with that.

Ok, Kolbein was really hungry now and throwing a complete fit. So, I made a bottle and he seemed really happy to see it, but then kept yanking it out of his mouth. I thought he was just dawdling and being difficult, so I shoved it back in. He started gagging and choking. I sat him up and as I did, out came a ton of spit up and... the band aid. He must have been gumming that thing for over two and a half hours!!