The Princess and I are traumatised. I knew that there was going to be trouble when she took one look at the metre stick he was going to use to measure her and started to bawl hysterically. Her sobbing increased in intensity as he measured her head, weighed her, looked down her throat, put a stethoscope to her chest and shone a bright light in her ears. She looked at him dubiously as he paused in his labours to lay out his two shots and sobbed quietly. Her indignation increased ten fold when she discovered that he was going to give her one in the leg and then one in the arm. She only stopped sobbing as we were leaving and waved bye bye to the doctor in a feeble kind of way. She is now napping to recover from the trauma and I am having a cup of tea. Wait until I tell her that she has to go back for a booster shot in February.
on 06 September 2004 at 15:09
I remember going for a vaccination and being given a plaster for my teddy – I was so impressed that I forgot to cry. 
on 06 September 2004 at 21:44
So.. why was he sobbing quietly after laying out his shots?
And can I have a plaster too, please?
on 06 September 2004 at 22:40
For this reason at least, poor Princess’s anxiety is totally understandable. (^_^)
Thank you chintzy. You are kind and good. Lauren, you were obviously a more sophisticated child than our Princess. Jack, that should be Silveretta’s line. Silver, are you feeding Jack lines? Thierry, the doctor says it’s a special paediatric non chill stethoscope but I don’t know why we should believe him, he made my baby cry.
on 08 September 2004 at 16:29
the princess and the pea …
diatrician.