He seemed fine with this information. I explained the process to him and said it will hurt, for a millisecond, and then it's gone. "Okay, Mom". I also told him crying about was unnecessary. I'm not mean. I'm just
So, back to today. I woke up Grant and the first thing out of his mouth was, "I don't want to get a flu shot". Then the whining and hiding began. Just for a little bit. Nothing dramatic. Or should I say more dramatic than usual. Of course this put us off schedule, but we made it right on time for the shot. On the way in, Grant decides to start his "negotiating".
"Mom, I'm not getting a flu shot. Why don't you just ask them if they'll give you one and I'll just watch?"
"No. You're getting a shot. Here. Now. Today. No more negotiating."
|Good attitude (pre-shot).|
|Awful. Just awful. I got all teared up. |
He did great. Didn't move a muscle. After she finished he closed his eyes tight and started crying. Quietly. Calmly. Nothing like the million kids outside my office. What a great kid!
I love you, Grant Matthias. Mommy is proud of you. My brave little boy.