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Sunday, September 28, 2008

And she is out!

We are back, safe and sound. We got home around 5 pm last night and was thrown right into the family routine. It was so good to see the kids and you could tell that they were glad to see us. (Or maybe it was just the gifts we had for them)

This morning we had appointments for our first round of shots for the move. You all know how I just love shots. I needed two, Matt needed one, Emily and Chris needed two and Sami (poor Sami!) needed three. Sami was in full drama queen mode before we even entered the door. I was just worried about getting my shots in front of the kids.

The nurse asked for the kids to go first. So Emily volunteered to be the first human pin cushion. She never flinched and even watched the needles go in. Chris was next. The first shot hurt pretty bad so Matt had to hold back his arm and help him relax for the second one.

Just as he was done we heard Emily gasp and then crash to the floor, smashing her head in the process. At first we thought she was having a seizure, but it appears that she just passed out. The nurse said post-anxiety fainting is not uncommon with preteens and teenagers. It took her about 30 minutes to stop looking like a sheet. Luckily she just has a bad headache and a goose egg.

So Sam was up next. You can imagine what that was like. Fortunately I sat with Emily while Matt dealt with Sam. Drama queen mode was definitely vamped up during those five minutes. Matt handled his shot like a pro and the nurse just made sure I sat down for several minutes after my arm was attacked. We go back in 10 more days for another round. Emily said this time she thinks she will just sit down for a while after.

Less than 24 hours back in the states and already drama. Only us.