WE HAD A number of visits to the clinic this month, all in preparations for our next destination.
Our 3rd January visit was for a compulsory vaccination required by the country we are headed to. This was Little Em’s first injection since she last completed all the required vaccinations as a baby (by 18 months old, which she has no memories of).
On that occasion, we will all remember how excited and impatient she was, asking numerous times “When are we getting the injection?” as we consulted the doctor and while we waited to be called. While we waited outside the immunisation room, she was still upbeat and showed a brave front. I went in first, followed by Papa and Big M. Then came Little Em’s turn. Her fear began to show when she saw the needle. Papa held her on his lap when the needle went into her left arm. Then out came her cries…
As we left the room, Little Em said accusingly (in between cries) … “Mommy, you LIED… you said it would be an ant bite… but it was like pumping petrol… the nurse took FOREVER to pull out the needle…” I almost burst out laughing, but for her sake, I held back. Such drama!
Today we returned to the clinic for another follow-up visit. On our way there, Little Em was once again excited with the prospect of a “family walk”. She simply loves the idea of the four of us going out together – even if it was to the clinic!
While there, we also took Little Em to the dentist in the same building. This was her first ever dental visit. We recall M’s fondness for dental visits as a child. For a brief moment, Little Em seemed to take after her sister, as she waited rather impatiently and kept asking when would be her turn. Unfortunately, when her number was finally called out (after a long hour-and-a-half wait), it was a different story the moment we stepped into the dentist’s room . I shall keep the story behind closed doors for now, but she hasn’t heard the last of it from me yet.