I held my breath, as the needle got closer to Maddie’s thigh. It was over quickly, but that didn’t reduce the shock for my poor baby. I held Maddie and rocked her and did my best to ease her pain. She responded to the love, but made it clear that she was not a happy girl.
The question was how fast could she turn it around? I immediately raided my secret stash of graham crackers and started feeding the baby.
We were faced with two choices, walk straight home or let the fresh air flush out the vaccination cobwebs. Maddie was so fixated on putting away her tasty crackers that the pain of the shot was all but forgotten. This is why Maddie’s grandmother MiMi calls the baby “Toughie!”
Toughie took the shot like champ and was already smiling by the time we made our way to Dunkin’ Donuts. She was smiling ear to ear as I ordered her up a whole-wheat bagel. Every customer in the shop made a point to come over and greet Maddie.Toughie always seems to have that effect on people, even after a rough day at the pediatrician’s office.
I don’t know how she does it day in and day out, but Maddie is a rock star and once again I am in awe of her.