Last Friday we took the boys to town.  You see, when you live in the country outside of a small town it's considered "town" when you go to the nearest town that's larger than your little town (in our case "town" is an hour from us).  So, in this particular trip to town we went to the Doctor.  Thankfully, we did not have sick children.  Just well visits.  Grayson's 6 month well visit and vaccines and Peyton's 4 year well visit and vaccines. 

I wish I could say it went well. 

But it did not.

The boys are in great health!  That's not the part that didn't go so well.  The vaccine was our nemesis of the day...

I thought we had talked through the vaccines with Peyton to the point where he would do great.  Breathe through them and they would be less painful.  They would hurt for a second but then they would be done with.  Quick and easy!  Right?


After Grayson got his vaccines (which he didn't love but was easily pacified and comforted with his paci and Daddy's big arms) Davis and I gave Peyton the choice of who he wanted to stay with him to get his shots.  He chose his Momma.  Okay, there might have been a little bit of pride in the moment... He wants his mommy with him.  (I think to myself, we got this!  Mommy will talk him through it.  No problem.) Davis took the other 3 to the waiting room.

The nurse was getting all the vaccines ready.

I was running through the "lets stay calm... just breathe" speech with Peyton.

All the while his heart rate and breathing were increasing.

I slowly realized this very calm situation (or so I had envisioned) was becoming not so very calm and very quickly.

Lets see... How do I put this...?