That time of a baby’s life where they’re required to have their 12 month immunisations.
We do the council thing, coz they’re closer and the nurses know what they’re doing. Sure, it’s Cattle Class, but the waiting room isn’t full of sick people, and you get to do some awesome people wathcing. Fun.
Gotta love the new parents, where Dad has taken the day off work to be there for “Baby’s First Jab”, camera’s out, Mum is neatly dressed and nearly in tears. Dad still doesn’t have a clue, he’s there coz he was told to be. Gorgeous!
Didn’t have to wait too long today. Got into the Screaming Room within half an hour of arriving. Gotta love how they lull the kids into a false sense of security; there they are, happily playing with a hall full of other kids, something they don’t do very often, then lead them into a seperate room where they give them lovely toys to play with then stick a needle or three in their arm.
Unlike my other two, Chippie screamed the house down. And, because he had a heap of people then looking at him and going “Aww, poor thing” he kept going. Started up every time someone looked at him with sympathy. Cheeky little bugger.
Home and he’s in bed. Wonder what my chances are of him sleeping … could be 20 minutes or several hours …