To the Doctor

The boys will be starting school in a couple of weeks and I need to turn in their immunization records to the school. This means a trip to the doctor to make sure they are up to date on all of their shots. So I made an appointment for Evan and Levi (Seth gets sick from shots and so he'll go on another day) and we talked about how we will probably have to get shots but we will be brave and we can't scream and cry because that will scare the other little kids in the waiting room.
While in the waiting room we're having a good time watching Wall-E and looking at the fish. The nurse calls us in and both boys do a fabulous job while getting their hearing checked along with temperature and blood pressure. Then she takes us into "the room". My boys know this room as "the place where you get shots" so this is on the top of their list of places NOT to be EVER!
They begin to get nervous as they have to put on the gowns and begin asking if now is the time that the doctor will give them a shot. I'm getting nervous myself because they have done great so far and I know that soon the crying, the tears, and the screaming will begin.
The doctor comes in (not their regular doctor because she was busy until September) and he says, "Okay, who's first?" To which both Evan and Levi reply, "Him" and point at each other. The doctor decides that Evan is the oldest so he should go first. And then....he says the magic words! Evan doesn't need any shots today! YES! Evan is so excited! Then it's Levi's turn. And what do you know? No shots for Levi either! It's a dream come true for the boys and for me!
But alas, the dream must come to an end because the doctor says they've never had blood work and they should really get it done.
So down to the lab we go. We're waiting our turn and there is a lovely older lady sitting next to us that speaks louder than all three of my boys combined. This is a great thing because nobody gets upset at elderly women that speak loud but they do get upset at kids that are loud. She's speaking to a lady that is with her. I think at first this must be her daughter but the more I hear them speak I realize it is not. The older lady comments on how great the kids are being. Even when I have to talk to Levi about being loud she comments on how calm I was and how she would have been a lot meaner. I love this lady!
Our number is up. Evan sits down like a big boy. He puts his arm up and allows the tech to prep him and then he sees the needle. He doesn't like this one bit. And then she pokes him and the tears flow and I have to hold his other hand so he doesn't rip the needle out of his own arm. I try to get him to focus on something else and it isn't working. The tech is done with him and he's still crying.
Now it's Levi's turn. Levi has just witnessed this terrible crime against his brother who is still crying and he's having none of that! So I sit in the chair and put Levi in my lap. I convince Levi to put his arm out and the nice tech asks me to hold his arms. She sticks him and draws the blood quickly. Evan is crying at what is being done to his brother. They both cry all the way to the car while saying, "I don't want to go to the doctor anymore."
I can't really blame them. It does hurt a little to get blood drawn. It isn't fun when the only time you ever go to the doctor they poke you with needles. I'm a big chicken and everytime I get my blood drawn I refuse to look.
Thankfully, they don't have to go to the doctor again until next year!
Here are a few pictures of them at the doctor....all taken BEFORE the blood draw!