The title of this post is a reference to a somewhat obscure club song called (of course) “Shots” by a couple of rap nerds who go by the name LMFAO. Here’s the video, which is completely inappropriate, but the chorus of which always gets stuck in my head when I have to take Lucy in to get vaccine shots. I warn parents, grandparents and the easily offended to just skip it and move on to the story below.

As I mentioned in a pair of posts about Lucy’s first and second trips to the doctor, we wound up splitting up her vaccine shots. That seemed like the good and responsible thing to do at the time, but what I wasn’t thinking about was the fact that splitting them up meant that I would have to take Lucy in on my own. Thanks to our home birth, there was another set of shots that we were off by an appointment or two. No big deal.

Well, it was kind of a big deal for me because I got super nervous. Last week was the first almost-full week that I stayed home with Lucy on my own while also trying to get work done (we were in New Hampshire on Monday visiting my wife’s parents) and yet our first day together included not only me trying to write a bunch of stuff for my various gigs, but also taking Lucy to the doctor’s office. I got her all set and we went over without incident. She fell asleep on the two minute ride down the street. I sat with Lucy next to me in the waiting room and one little boy kept coming up and looking at her or playing with some of the dangly toys I have on my diaper bag. I smiled at him, but I really wanted him to back off. Sorry kid.

Anyway, the wait took about 20-30 minutes. I know that’s not too too bad when it comes to doctors, but I prefer when they run on time or closer to it. Don’t bullshit me, just tell me when I can come in and get my kid injected. I live down the street it’s no big deal. Maybe I can have them Tweet me in the future when they’re ready? Anyway, the shots themselves were with the doctor we liked thankfully and only took roughly one minute. Seriously, she’s like a ninja with those syringes.

I had to go back this week as well. It didn’t take quite as long this time to get into the office, but once again the appointment itself was with Dr. Ninja, so it took probably a minute. The most impressive part, though, was that Lucy didn’t even cry for this week’s shot. She made a noise, looked a little miffed and that was it! She’s tougher than I am when it comes to shots. She must get it from her mother. All in all it was a good experience, Lucy had no more than an irritable evening as a result of the shots and we’re all caught up now. I’m so proud of her!