Hallway of Doom

This week Kimmie had a bit of trauma. A trip to the pediatrician for a check-up.

She started whimpering as soon as she heard where we were going, which I didn't tell her until time to go. We were able to get her distracted. Every now and then she would start to cry, again, and I would try to distract her.

I call the hallway to the pediatrician's office "the hallway of doom", because when we get off the elevator, we turn down this long hallway and straight at the end is the door to his office. All the while we are walking down the hallway we are looking at his office door, getting closer and closer.

Now, don't get me wrong, we have a wonderful pediatrician, but he comes with shots and other fun stuff.

At Kimmie's appointment this week she had a blood test done by finger prick and a booster shot. It only took two nurses and Mom! And, of course, there was much sobbing and hugging and she wanted everyone to kiss her finger, which did NOT have a bandaid on it. (See a previous post about bandaids if you don't get this comment.)

--Mom