My funny for the day

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Well, in about 2 hours I'll be leaving with the boys to get the baby’s  first shots...................I forgot the anxiety that comes with doing this. It's been so long since I've had to get them for my oldest son........ Short story by Heather: 

                                    Visit to the Pediatrician 

 You know that the baby will be the cutest he's ever been. He'll smile and coo at the doc and nurses. And that will make you, the mother, feel that much guiltier when that sharp sting hits his little leg. When you see that sweet smile melt away to the curled lips and scrunched eyes of extreme baby pain and anguish....And as you're trying to remain calm and convince your little one that he's going to be OK and his leg isn't "literally" on fire, your throat tightens and you yourself feel the hot sting of tears welling up behind your eyes.  At this point you can no longer function as an organized Mom. You're now a shaking, sad human being with nerves as frayed as old wool. You dig desperately for the bottle you packed to soothe your little ones cries. All the while, your oldest child is looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. Nothing is ever where you left it, so you end up dumping the diaper bag out over the examining table only to find that 10 minutes earlier you had already removed the pre-made bottle and set it aside for just this moment.  Now you're holding your little one in your arms and trying to get him to stop wailing long enough to get the bottle in his mouth. You’re also in charge of keeping your two year old out of the hazardous waste bin he's discovered while your attention has been elsewhere.  When the baby finally begins to eat and you feel him relax a bit, undoubtedly the nurse will open the exam room door and look at you like you have over stayed your welcome and she's no longer there to assist ANYONE with ANYTHING and you should be reprimanded for lingering longer than it took the doc to whisk off to his next victim / patient.  After allowing your baby to eat a few slurps off the bottle, you attempt to place him back into his car seat without touching the fresh entry site of his first real experience at the doctors. But as soon as your hands leave his back, you realize the seat belts are wedged behind him and under his butt leaving you no choice but to hike up his sore little leg once more. Wailing commences.................. You stagger out to the check out counter looking around for anyone to give you a sympathetic glance. But to no avail...people only look at you like you're incompetent and they think to themselves how much better they would do in your situation.  You pay the nurse and make your next appointment. You carry your now sobbing child out to the vehicle, all the while repeating, "It's OK hunny, it's all right baby.....mommy knows....mommy's sooooo sorry."... You finally get back home and unload you baby now passed out from extreme trauma. You place the car seat on the floor softly to avoid waking your now punctured infant. As you sit back and look at his tired, tear streaked cheeks; you think to yourself......"I get to do this again in 4 weeks."......... Now, you tell me that moms have it easy....Go ahead…..I dare you....