A visit to that scary shot-giving-man in the white jacket

Today is not a happy day. Why? Because today my youngest is going to have to go to the doctor because she is sick. This is the same child that would rather eat ten live worms than go to a doctor since her visit to the dentist. I’ve put this off for five days, hoping that each morning she would wake up and jump out of bed and say she feels great, but it hasn’t happened yet.

She’s been listening to us discuss the possibility of going to the doctor and I always follow up with going over to her and feeling her forehead or arm and say, “Yep. She’s still warm. I think we can’t put it off.”

I tried preparing her for a possible visit the last couple of days by telling her that she wasn’t going to be getting any shots. She justs gives me the DO YOU REALLY THINK I’M EVER GOING TO BELIEVE YOU AGAIN AFTER THAT DENTIST VISIT? look and hides under the covers.

She’s also been trying to pretend that she’s better by getting up and trying to play, followed by getting back in bed about ten minutes later. Nice try, kid.

Yesterday was her last attempt at trying to convince me that she didn’t need to go to the doctor. We were watching one of her shows when she jumped up off of the couch smiling and ran to me with her hand on her forehead and yelled, “Mommy! Mommy! Look, I’m not warm anymore-I’m hot!”

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