Today I took my son Josh for his 9month and am guessing final shot - the measles one. It wasn't so bad, he only cried when the needle was coming out. This got me thinking of all the shots he's gone for since his birth.
The first time he was so tiny...I felt sorry for him because the only way he could express himself was by squirming and letting out a squeal. The rest of them...he took like a man! He's a great boy! I have always been afraid of needles and so I had to ask my mom to hold him for all of them.....yes I'm chicken! But I was there for all of them.
The only time I couldn't take it was a time he was ill and I was told to get him to the lab for blood check...they had to draw the blood from his veins!!! That there was painful enough. His first arm couldn't give enough so they had to draw it from the other arm...He cried so much...I had to fight back my own tears :-(.
The day now ends with him in my arms...he sleeps peacefully after a couple of hours of playtime which nowadays entail..pulling my hair, biting and pinching my arms, trying to unzip my jacket with his little hands (and if they fail him, use his mouth), giving me sloppy kisses, playing with my collar-bone, imitating me and laughing at me when he gives me an "ouchie"! He truly is a blessing and I Love him! Thank you Jesus!
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