We took li'l one to her pediatrician yesterday. She just completed two, so was due her typhoid shot. From the time we got to the clinic, she was very impatient to see the doctor. She kept trying to jump the queue, "Doctor, doctor, see doctor."
While we were waiting outside, we met a friend who was also there with his son who was around li'l one's age and had what looked like the 'flu. Suddenly this idiotic father tells his son to kiss li'l one on her cheek. Can people really be so stupid? I should have stopped the kid before he got anywhere close.
Anyway, it was finally our turn to see the doc. Li'l one happily accepted the sweets the doctor gave her, little knowing what lay ahead. She stood up on the weighing scale and let the doctor check her with the stethoscope without any fuss -- she was busy trying to unwrap one of the sweets. She did get a little uneasy when we made her lie down and tried her best to get up. But the doctor was ready with the injection and gave it to her in her left thigh.
There was no reaction from li'l one for about two seconds. Then, her eyes went as wide as saucers and there was such a look of shock and horror on her face, it was almost funny. She yelled, but only for a couple of seconds.
The instant she got off the bed she was OK. She went over to the baby rocking chair in the corner and made herself comfortable there. So comfortable, that when it was time to go, she didn't want to leave. She picked up the chair and was trying to walk out with it, tripping over the weighing scale in the process. So we had to go back in to disentangle her from the chair and the scale, with the doctor laughing away at the other end of the room.
Any other kid would have wanted to get out of there immediately after the injection, or, at the very least would have wanted to be carried. But not li'l one. Pain doesn't seem to bother her too much. She'll make a good martial artist, much to my husband's delight.