I didn't realize I had such strong and abusive children!
Before I start the story, keep in mind that Lylli will be 8 in three weeks.
On Monday, I took Lylli to the doctor for a booster shot for her Hep A. When we got there, the doctor made a reasonable argument and I decided to give her the second Chicken Pox vaccination too. Lylli was upset because I told her she'd only be getting one shot and she didn't want two. I had her calmed down by the time the two nurses came in. However, she wasn't as consoled as I'd thought. She ran from the nurses, screaming at the top of her lungs. We tried to reson with her but she wouldn't listen. We encouraged her to sit, and she thrashed. We seriously ended up having to hog-tie her to give her the shots! Ugh! One nurse grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her side, while I grabbed her legs, and the other nurse administered the shots. Not fun! We finally got the first shot in her and then she didn't make a peep for the second one. I wanted to strangle Lylli!!!! In the end, she walked away with two shots, I walked away with a torn fingernail and a bruise on my leg, six inches long and two inches wide. Needless to say, she didn't get the chocolate chip cookies promised to her for being brave.
(Keep in mind, my legs are getting thinner! :) And the bruise is actually worse than the picture shows. Who knew that my camera is so terrible.)
This was my bruise Tuesday morning.
This is my bruise this morning.