So now the hard part is that we have to give Brandon and Katelyn shots every night. It’s really hard to stick in a needle in my babies. It didn’t take long for them to immediately recognize what was going on. They can figure it out without seeing the needle. It takes two of us to get the job done. One needs to hold them still and the other gives the shot. As soon as we restrain them, even a little, or as soon as we wipe down the shot zone with an alcohol swab they know what’s about to happen.
Brandon is a pretty tough kid. He isn’t happy about getting shots but he often doesn’t cry and he usually quickly returns to a happy state pretty soon after the shot. Katelyn on the other hand is much more emotional. It breaks my heart when she starts to cry because she knows what’s coming and she buries her face in her hands. She just looks at me with terror in her eyes and seems to ask “Why are you doing this?” I have to remind myself that she’ll thank me later when she is actually big enough to drive a car and reach the pedals when she’s 16, because of these shots.
With the thrashing about I’ve left some pretty big bruises. When it happens I just feel horrible. We are getting better but it hasn’t always gone smooth. We are both improving our technique but it sure isn’t easy.
Check out those blue eyes.