Needled

Two pokes today for Pipes at the pediatrician. Lots of tears, which is unusual for her. Then home, warm bottle, straight to bed... now resting comfortably :)

As we were waiting to see the nurse at Southlake this morning, a small child was getting ready to leave the pediatrician's office after his appointment. He'd had some pokes too, and was hysterical and not to be soothed. His mother spoke quietly in his ear and held him tight. Then, once he'd finally calmed down, his mom gathered their things and pulled his hat on and he started screaming again.

"I can't see! I can't see!"

Even though the hat wasn't covering his eyes at all. His mom suggested he open his eyes, as this could be helpful in rectifying the situation, and again spoke quietly in his ear and held him tight. Once he'd finally stopped wailing, she stood up and grabbed his hand to head for the exit.

"I can't walk, I can't walk!"

More tears, eyes squeezed tightly shut, inconsolable. He threw his arms up in the air, insisting on being carried. She picked him up and I heard him sniff and justify in between sobs: "It's been a very rough morning!"

For him, there was no recovering any semblance of a good day after the needles came on the scene. I kind of know how he felt. Sometimes, there's just no bouncing back when the hits come too hard, too fast, and all before the clock strikes lunchtime.