Trouper
Today Angie had an appointment for a flu shot at her doctor's office. She is in the high risk category--of course you would never know that from the way she bulldozes through everything.
Anyway, she recognizes the Doctor's office building and was very excited about going to see the doctor. She was enthusiastically chattering about going to the doctor's office, but it was so far away (uhh we had parked next to the handicapped spot near the door), and how were we ever going to get to the doctor's office? I had dread in my heart, knowing that we were taking her to get jabbed with a needle. Chas was just amused by the whole situation. I guess that is a Mommy versus a Daddy mentality.
Somehow, we made it to the doctor's office, but we waited for several minutes before being called back for the shot. Angie bounded around the waiting area, energetically trying to open the door to the exam area, pushing the "doorbell" (the door stop) so that the door would open, and asking the door to open.
She chattered to the other kids who came into the waiting area. The first little boy was confused by her attention but finally took off his jacket to show Angie that Batman was not only on the back of his jacket, but he was also on the inner lining. I said, "wow." Angie said, "Wow." The little boy was very encouraged by her interest, unfortunately, he was in the wrong office (our doctor has three buldings across the county), so he and his dad left.
Next came a little girl in a fluffy pink jacket who just seemed very confused by Angie. She eventually warmed to Angie and asked all of us what were our names. She had a baby sibling and Angie pointed her out to me "Mommy it's a cute little baby!" Another woman left the office carrying her child in the baby bucket. As she left Angie said, "Another cute little baby!" That made the mom smile.
Another mom and small daughter came into the waiting area. The young girl was perhaps a year or two older than Angie and was very offended when Angie pointed at her and said, "Look Mommy! Another baby." I explained that she was a little girl. Angie repeated "Little girl," but the girl was still not pleased. Angie and the fuzzy pink girl "read" magazines at the children's table until the girl, her mom and her baby sibling were called back to the exam area.
Angie watched them go through the door to the exam room and woefully said, "I want to go too!" That made the remaining mom laugh. Fortunately, they called for us almost immediately and Angie grabbed our hands and bounced excitedly through the door.
Nurse Donna looked almost mortified at Angie's delight, knowing that she would be giving the little happy bundle of energy that shot. We went back to the exam room and the nurse asked a few questions then left to get the vaccine.
She returned and at her direction, we stretched Angie out on the exam table with her pants down so that Nurse Donna could jab her in the thigh. Angie jabbered about Nurse Donna having band aids on her shirt, as Nurse Donna just looked pained at the thought of perhaps permanently traumatizing this very cheerful kid. I leaned over Angie and held her hands while Chas thrust a book in her face to distract her. Nurse Donna murmured something about just a pinch, Angie looked frightened and quickly pulled her left hand away from mine. There was just a bit of blood and tears as Nurse Donna covered the site with a bright yellow band aid and told us to pick Angie up and love her.
Angie immediately stopped fussing and called Nurse Donna "Doctor" and smiled at her. Nurse Donna melted completely and explained that she was Nurse Donna, which Angie promptly repeated. Nurse Donna melted more than I thought possible by a medical professional. She complemented Angie for being so pretty and good. She was clearly impressed by how well Angie took the whole situation and reminded us to get stickers for Angie on our way out because she deserved it. I managed to get Angie to thank Nurse Donna and we were on our way. We gave her two stitckers: a Christmas-y Tigger sticker and one with several kids holding a flag.
Angie and I walked over to Target and Angie thanked me for the doctor's office and helping her stomach to feel better.
She is a tough little kid.
Anyway, she recognizes the Doctor's office building and was very excited about going to see the doctor. She was enthusiastically chattering about going to the doctor's office, but it was so far away (uhh we had parked next to the handicapped spot near the door), and how were we ever going to get to the doctor's office? I had dread in my heart, knowing that we were taking her to get jabbed with a needle. Chas was just amused by the whole situation. I guess that is a Mommy versus a Daddy mentality.
Somehow, we made it to the doctor's office, but we waited for several minutes before being called back for the shot. Angie bounded around the waiting area, energetically trying to open the door to the exam area, pushing the "doorbell" (the door stop) so that the door would open, and asking the door to open.
She chattered to the other kids who came into the waiting area. The first little boy was confused by her attention but finally took off his jacket to show Angie that Batman was not only on the back of his jacket, but he was also on the inner lining. I said, "wow." Angie said, "Wow." The little boy was very encouraged by her interest, unfortunately, he was in the wrong office (our doctor has three buldings across the county), so he and his dad left.
Next came a little girl in a fluffy pink jacket who just seemed very confused by Angie. She eventually warmed to Angie and asked all of us what were our names. She had a baby sibling and Angie pointed her out to me "Mommy it's a cute little baby!" Another woman left the office carrying her child in the baby bucket. As she left Angie said, "Another cute little baby!" That made the mom smile.
Another mom and small daughter came into the waiting area. The young girl was perhaps a year or two older than Angie and was very offended when Angie pointed at her and said, "Look Mommy! Another baby." I explained that she was a little girl. Angie repeated "Little girl," but the girl was still not pleased. Angie and the fuzzy pink girl "read" magazines at the children's table until the girl, her mom and her baby sibling were called back to the exam area.
Angie watched them go through the door to the exam room and woefully said, "I want to go too!" That made the remaining mom laugh. Fortunately, they called for us almost immediately and Angie grabbed our hands and bounced excitedly through the door.
Nurse Donna looked almost mortified at Angie's delight, knowing that she would be giving the little happy bundle of energy that shot. We went back to the exam room and the nurse asked a few questions then left to get the vaccine.
She returned and at her direction, we stretched Angie out on the exam table with her pants down so that Nurse Donna could jab her in the thigh. Angie jabbered about Nurse Donna having band aids on her shirt, as Nurse Donna just looked pained at the thought of perhaps permanently traumatizing this very cheerful kid. I leaned over Angie and held her hands while Chas thrust a book in her face to distract her. Nurse Donna murmured something about just a pinch, Angie looked frightened and quickly pulled her left hand away from mine. There was just a bit of blood and tears as Nurse Donna covered the site with a bright yellow band aid and told us to pick Angie up and love her.
Angie immediately stopped fussing and called Nurse Donna "Doctor" and smiled at her. Nurse Donna melted completely and explained that she was Nurse Donna, which Angie promptly repeated. Nurse Donna melted more than I thought possible by a medical professional. She complemented Angie for being so pretty and good. She was clearly impressed by how well Angie took the whole situation and reminded us to get stickers for Angie on our way out because she deserved it. I managed to get Angie to thank Nurse Donna and we were on our way. We gave her two stitckers: a Christmas-y Tigger sticker and one with several kids holding a flag.
Angie and I walked over to Target and Angie thanked me for the doctor's office and helping her stomach to feel better.
She is a tough little kid.
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