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The Shots Heard 'Round the World

Warning: The following post contains images of bug bites that may be disturbing to some viewers. In other words you may not want to look at this while you’re eating. 

If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, you’ve probably noticed there’s been a flurry of activity in our lives the past few weeks. Two weekends ago Brian and I attended BloggyCon ’14 in Sandusky, Ohio. In the middle of last week, we drove to Birmingham, Alabama for Brian’s first grown-up interview. We remembered that the last interview he had was in 2001 at a bookstore in Athens, Georgia. He was hired to remove stickers from the textbooks. That interview probably went something like this:

Interviewer: “Son, have you ever sniffed Goo Gone?”

Brian: “Not that I recall.”

Interviewer: “Well, today is your lucky day.”

I’m pretty sure he was high on Goo Gone that entire summer.

[Let’s just hope none of the people who interview Brian now discover Katy’s blog.]

I’m kidding, y’all. Brian would never have known if he was high because he’s never been high in his life.

Except on loooooooove.

[Now I REALLY hope none of them discover this blog.]

This story is going to take forever if I don’t get started soon.

While we were packing up the car to leave my parents’ house last week, the kids sat in our van with the doors open for approximately 10 minutes. Within that time frame they both received no less than a dozen mosquito bites on their legs.

Mosquito bites

This is not unusual since they both have my DNA — and it’s apparently VERY appealing to mosquitoes. What was unusual, however, is the way both of their legs swelled up within a matter of minutes.

Mosquito bites

You may recall a post from two years ago where JJ had a similar reaction to a bug bite of some sort, so I wasn’t too horribly disturbed by these bumps. (Translation: I did not take them to the ER.) Still, I couldn’t understand why both kids continued to get these painful bumps and why they lingered for nearly a week every time.

This is how one of JJ’s bites looked after a week.

Mosquito bites

I decided to do the responsible thing and make an appointment with a pediatrician near my parents’ house. On Tuesday afternoon Brian and I went together with the kids knowing that we could get them checked out and get their flu shots at the same time. The wonderful nurse came in and within a matter of minutes said the magic word: shots.

And that’s when the fun began. 

JJ, who usually can’t hear me if I’m an inch from his face, perked up and said, “Am I going to get a shot?”

I couldn’t lie to the kid. “Probably.”

And so we spent the rest of the appointment with him bawling, “I don’t want to get shots” while Averi reassured herself, “I’m not going to cry.” Famous last words.

After the doctor examined the bumps (with both children petrified that he may unexpectedly come toward them with a syringe), he explained in very scientific terms that they had some sort of dermatological sensitivity to mosquito bites. And that the only solution is to avoid them.

Which is great since the mosquito is the unofficial state bird of Georgia. 

*****He didn’t seem overly concerned about the bites, but he did tell me that Benadryl would NOT help this sort of thing and that NO CHILD should be given Benadryl unless a doctor specifically recommends it and deems it necessary. I had no idea that there is now a link between Benadryl and heart arrhythmia. Which is why it is difficult—if not impossible—to find infant Benadryl any more. Just thought you fellow parents and grandparents of little ones would like to know. I was certainly surprised to hear that.

So, after the good doctor terrified all of us, he left the room. The nurse returned with her arsenal of vaccines, and the duet of screams really began. Averi, who was up first at JJ’s insistence, quickly lost all sense of solidarity.

Brian placed our baby girl on the table and held her arms while I crouched down by her sweet face, which was already covered in crocodile tears. The veins in her neck and her forehead were bulging while she let out a scream I would expect to hear if she was undergoing surgery without anesthesia.

And that was just while the nurse was wiping the area with alcohol. 

Once the shots began (Averi had to get two), her eyes bulged from her head while she screamed, “Waaaaaahhhhhhh waaaaaahhhhhhh.” And that’s not just me trying to type out what her real cry sounded like. No, Averi actually said, “Waaaaaahhhhhhh” as though we had asked her to help us make a recording that we would place inside an infant Baby Alive.

And that’s when I just couldn’t help myself.

I started laughing so hard . . . two inches from her precious, tear-filled face. I was almost in tears I was laughing so hard. While she was still screaming and pinned down, Brian turned his attention from Averi to me and said, “Are you really LAUGHING at her?” And though he tried to shame me out of it, I just couldn’t stop. And I certainly couldn’t turn away from my girl since she had begged me to sit by her side. It was awful. And awfully funny at the same time.

It reminded me of the time my mom had to bring me a change of clothes in elementary school because I passed out and fell into my bowl of chicken noodle soup. She showed up to the school and immediately started laughing at me.

I come from a long line of empathizers. 

T minus 30 seconds before my mom comments with an explanation as to WHY she was laughing at me. Something about my participation in a “turn your face the purplest contest.” Don’t believe her.

(I did win the contest, though. By a landslide.)

When Averi’s shots were finally done, we then had to torture our eldest who is officially larger than 95% of the children in his age group. I sure hope he gets over his fear of needles before he’s 6’5” because I’m certain we won’t be able to pin him down. Averi watched sympathetically from my side as JJ let out a scream that rivaled hers, though not nearly as hilarious.

Once the nurse was done and had successfully distracted both children with colorful Band-Aids, the two of them finally ceased their sobs. We sheepishly walked out of this tiny doctor’s office convinced that our kids traumatized every child within earshot. And by earshot I mean within a 10-mile radius.

Immediately after their appointment, Brian and I decided to take the kids with us to CVS so they could watch us get our flu shots. You know, so that they could see how it’s done.

And that’s when things got really interesting . . . 

I’ll tell you more about that next week since I probably lost most of you an hour ago. If you’re still hanging in here, leave me a message and tell me if you and your family have gotten your super fun flu shots this year.


Comments to "The Shots Heard ‘Round the World"

  1. Dona

    September 26, 2014

    I can so picture you laughing during Averi’s shots! Love it! No, no flu shots for me. Never had the flu and only had shots when I worked a Doctor’s office and they made me. It was the threat of having to wear a face mask for the rest of the flu season that did it. But no one had to hold me down. They only only had to catch me!

  2. Debbie

    September 26, 2014

    Oh my gosh, Katie! I was laughing before you even said you started laughing! Don’t feel badly, I’ve done the same thing myself. Sometimes, they just get the funniest looks on their faces and even though you know you should empathize, it’s just so darn FUNNY!! I have to turn away so they can’t see me, because if they do it just makes them mad. Sometimes we just gotta find the humor in a terrible situation. Luckily you are a pro at that! 😉

  3. Bekah

    September 26, 2014

    Hilarious. Thanks for the laugh! I hope to see more of you now that you’re in our neck of the woods!

  4. Cori Allison Kersh

    September 26, 2014

    Our kids get the flu mist instead of a shot…obviously there is less trauma involved. As long as they don’t have Asthma or an egg allergy they can get it. Maybe you can try it next flu season!

  5. Sarah

    September 26, 2014

    Matthew gets exactly like that with mosquitos as well. One of the times was while we were in Atlanta, but they’ve looked like that when he’s been bitten here as well. He lives in bug spray in the summer.

  6. Brandi Cox

    September 26, 2014

    Katy, you NEED Doterra oils…Frankincense to treat the bites, it immediately takes the swelling out and TerraShield to spray on those poor babies. Its doterra’s bug repellant, all natural and works so so well. These have been game changers for our family.

  7. Susan Schlacks

    September 26, 2014

    I am laughing uproariously (is that even a word?) at your post. I remember doing the same thing when my daughter had one of her many childhood shots. I couldn’t stop! Don’t know what got into me, but the doctor shot me one of those “if looks could kill” warnings…which set me off even more and I know I had more tears streaming down my face than my (at that time) little girl. We both left the office tear-stained and wiping runny noses. The best part was that once we got into the car, she began laughing, too. A Kodak moment!

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