The Mummy Diaries: Two babies – Week 9

The Mummy Diaries: Two babies – Week 9

by Emma Hargan
article from Tuesday 21, August, 2018

WE’VE REACHED the time that every new mummy dreads. The first jags. Now, I know it’s a process of being cruel to be kind and it has to be done, and I should know what to expect, as this is my second baby, right? Wrong.

As a first time mummy with Jamie, ignorance was most definitely bliss. Not long after Jamie was born I received a letter to advise about the injection process, which included what age to get the wee one his jabs and also what vaccines he would receive. Of course I did the worst possible thing you can do and Dr Google the effects of the vaccines. By the time I was finished, I was absolutely traumatised and point blank refused to take Jamie to the doctors, as he simply wouldn’t survive the night! To reassure me, James said he would come with me for support and hid the laptop from me for the rest of the evening. 

The dreaded day arrived and the poor wee soul had to get a jag in each leg so of course I let James hold Jamie while he was getting the injections. James was then in Jamie’s bad books for the rest of the day instead of me! 

After that James refused to take Jamie to the doctors. To be honest if I could get away with not taking him I would too! I really don’t want to wish their time away and want them to grow up too quickly, but I was glad to get Jamie to the stage where he was done with the vaccines at least for a couple of years.

Now it starts all over again with Lily, but this time I should be more prepared and know what to expect. 

I couldn’t remember what age Jamie was when he got his first jabs but after Lily was seven weeks old and I still hadn’t received a letter, I contacted the doctors who told me to get her booked in at 2 months as they no longer sent letters out. Okay, first mistake made. Never mind, at least I wasn’t past the due time so I managed to get Lily booked in for last week.

So it came to the night before and I made sure I didn’t Dr Google anything as it didn’t help me previously. I was feeling a little more relaxed as I knew what to expect, however, we still had an unknown factor thrown into the equation this time – Jamie would have to come with me. With the kids down to sleep, I got James to put the double buggy in the car, the nappy bag packed and stocked with all the essential items that you most definitely wouldn’t want the doctor to see, i.e. Wotsits, Milky Bars, Buttons, juice and dummies. Right, I’m about as organised as I can be; I’ve got this.

That morning, the kids were brilliantly behaved. Lily had her bottle and was quite happily sitting in her bouncer while Jamie ate his breakfast and allowed me to get him dressed – even letting me put his socks on without a fight! I was thinking this is a great start. Not only was I nervous about the actual doctors visit, I was anxious to make sure we actually arrived on time. All you mummies out there know how long it takes to get out of the door. But no, we were out the door and on our way with time to spare. 

On arrival, I got the double buggy (now I know how the bloody thing works!) out of the car and the kids settled in the doctor’s reception. I was only on my third repeat of the Baby Shark song with Jamie, when Lily was called. Now, I know I keep banging on about that false sense of security and you would think I would have learned by now. While walking through to the surgery, I don’t know if he remembered or that he just sensed something was wrong, but Jamie started to cry and get upset. This in turn set Lily off and unfortunately I couldn’t get the double buggy into the doctor's room so I had to abandon it at the door and land in with a crying baby under each arm. The doctor’s face was a picture as we hadn’t even started on the injections yet. 

In an attempt to calm Jamie down, the Doctor started chatting to him but this only made him worse so I had no choice but to pull out the snacks. In my frenzy I made a joke saying, “I suppose this is how kids end up with diabetes” – which the Doctor didn’t find one bit amusing. Please God just let me get through this without having child services getting called! A bag of Wotsits and some Buttons later, Jamie had calmed down and Lily was on my knee looking up at me, smiling, with no idea of what was about to happen. 

Then it happened. Three bloody injections!! This time in oneleg.  And oral drops!

Lily screaming, Jamie screaming – and me? As you can imagine, just about holding it together. The Doctor then asked me if I had any questions or concerns. I then remembered I wanted to ask her about the cradle cap that was starting to appear on Lily’s head.

“Oh yes actually”, I said, “is there anything I can give her for cadle crap?”

With a raised eyebrow, the doctor replied, “Excuse me?”

Oh my God, totally mortified, I spluttered, “Er, I mean cradle cap!”

Glancing at me out of the side of her eye, she wrote me out a prescription. I know she must have been thinking, this is my awkward patient out of the way for the day.

I quickly got the kids bundled into the buggy before the doctor gave me any meds for Tourettes and called child services for giving my son diabetes!

That evening I was feeding Lily her bottle and James asked how Lily got on. I told him that the kids were perfect and Lily sobbed a bit when getting her jabs while Jamie sat in his buggy quite happy. James said, “Well I think it’s only fair I take Lily for her next jags then.” I replied, “Oh sure, it’s not that bad.” 

I glanced down to find Lily smiling at me – I don’t know if she knew I was lying or she had just forgiven me!

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