SuperMom? or Just Plain Crazy?

Yaaay! It’s my babies’ shots day, said no mom ever.

Hubby had to work so it was just me and my three littles venturing to the doctor’s office.  I’ve done this numerous times before, no problem.  As we pulled up at the doctor’s office (running late as usual) a little voice said “you don’t need the stroller, the carriers will do” What was I thinking? It probably would’ve been fine if I didn’t have a toddler with me, but I did. Many people applauded my efforts, a few called me SUPERMOM, but all the while my arms scolded me.   I will never make that decision again, even if its just a quick in and out of the doctors office (which this should have been). At six months, my twins are 17 pounds and 15.10 pounds; add that to the weight of the carriers plus the diaper bag…again…SuperMom or Just Plain Crazy?

Back to the matter at hand…shots.

Nelle shots sleep

Nelle obviously had no idea of what was going on.

Alex, on the other hand…


Alex whaaat

Jaeden don't play

He went first and he let them have it! He probably got that from me, I’m a chicken. Hubby goes with me when I have blood work done or my daughter holds my hand. He turned red; there was no consoling him other than a bottle.  He wouldn’t let me put him down until he drifted off to sleep.

Nelle was next; she followed the nurse’s every move with such intensity. Upon receiving her shot, she cried for a minute and was over it just like her big sister used to do.



Who is shot day hardest on? Mom? The first twin? The second twin? Big Sister? Their appointment was not until 2 p.m.  I was anxious, but all the while trying to suppress my feelings so the twins wouldn’t pick up on it. Whoever goes first is left to console his or her self because the other child needs assistance so the nurses can administer the shots.

Perhaps its hardest on the second twin because they have to listen to the screams of the first, knowing they’re next. It might even be the big sister. She is very possessive of her siblings. You have to get permission from her to even talk to them.  It was hard on her today; she told the nurses “get out of my brother’s face”. She even cried at one point, so we had her leave the room.

It probably changes with each day, but what I know is, this is an experience that none of us look forward to and I take refuge knowing they won’t endure such pain for a while.


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