Tricky appointment

As I cried my demands for a fresh butt rag and powdered milk this morning, I noticed Pops was still home. That can only mean 1 of 2 things - appointment day for me or appointment day for Mums. Oooh, maybe I have another appointment for this irritating rash on my face and upper body. Maybe Doc will prescribe me some miracle cream to make the entire rash disappear!

Yippee!

...it's appointment day for me. Doc performed his usual check-up on me. A poke here, a tug there. I'm a growing boy alright - 11lbs. 11 oz. Good news for everyone. Just when I thought my appointment was complete, Doc gave Mums and Pops additional instructions.

I'm not sure if I heard correctly, but go where? Injection Room?!?! What is the Injection Room? Never heard of it before.

Before going into this so-called Injection Room, Mums gave me this oh so yummy grape flavored liquid. Tylenol she called it. Yummy in my tummy!

When we walked into the Injection Room I noticed it was teeny. Teenier than the room with Doc. And Mums was acting weird. She kept hugging me tight and telling me to be brave.

Brave for what? What do I need to be brave for?

I look at Pops and he's acting weird too.

Mums laid me down in front of this man in the blue pajamas. She grabbed both of my hands as the pajama mand squeezed my thigh. Then out of no where...

POKE!

Then another!

And another!

I don't want to be brave. I don't want to be strong. I just want the stinging and pain to go away. I couldn't take the pain so I screamed - cried - yelped - bawled - and shouted like I've never done before. I'm crying, Mums is crying, we were both crying.

I know what the Injection Room is now. It should be called the Evil Painful Room instead. And why, why does Mums and Pops say I'll be back when I'm 4 months?

Tootles