That's okay, Daddy
If you have a four-year-old, you know what a terror the Well Child Checkup is at the four-year mark. Elijah had three vaccination shots in his legs, then they drew blood to test for lead (I mean, as if). Meanwhile, Elijah has been in all kinds of other discomfort this week. He's losing weight because we're experimenting with his formula, trying to find something with more calories but still tolerable to his little tummy. He may or may not have strep throat (if not, then he definitely has something), and his sleep schedule is off again. So when I tell you we jabbed him with needles today, you can understand why I just wanted to scream. Instead, I cried a little. I caressed his little head and kissed his cheeks as I held him down and watched them vaccinate him. Then, when Eli thought we were done for the day and going home, I took the elevator up, not down, to the phlebotomy lab. They couldn't find his veins in his arms, because they've never been able to, so they sliced ...