Feeling hot and not being able to sleep are both things that get worse when you notice them. And combined, dude, it's lethal. So you're laying there going, "It's warm. I'm hot. Oh no, it's hot! What am I gonna do? Maybe I won't be able to sleep. Oh no, I won't be able to sleep! How will I function tomorrow when it's hotter and I'm tired? Can't sleep too hot can't sleep too hot can't sleep..."
Commence downward spiral.
Nate experienced something like this today. Not the heat or sleep deprivation, but the increased torture that anticipating something difficult can bring. I took him today for his 4 year old immunizations. The bummer about immunizing older kids is that you can't just spring it on 'em like you can with a baby. I mean, no one likes doing that either, but let's be honest. It's a lot easier to take a 6 month old to get her shots than it is a 4 year old. Cause now you have to use reason. Which, in less sophisticated circles is known as bribery.
Nate's morning was already off to a shaky start when I broke the news to him. He started crying and asking whyyyyy. I briefly (very, very briefly) told him why he had to get immunized, that it was a instant's worth of hurt to keep him from pain that is a lot worse. (Hmmm. There's a sermon in there somewhere.)
And then I pulled out the big guns that no 4 year old boy can resist. I said, "I know you can be brave. Being brave doesn't mean that you're not scared or nervous. It means that you're scared or nervous, but you do it anyway. You are my big man. I know you are brave!" No dude wants to look wimpy in front of chicks--even his mom. So, Nate agreed to go, with a trembling lip, and said he would be brave.
Lest you think it was my stirring speech that gave him resolve, I'll burst that bubble. I also told him that he could get a toy from the nearby two dollar shop. "Two toys!" he said. "Two?" I said, skeptical, "I don't know about that, buddy." "Two toys--one big one and one little," was his counter-offer. Done.
So in case you're wondering, in today's economy, here is what 3 shots will get you. (If your mom is a total pushover):
One green ninja sword (with sheath!)
One pirate telescope
A handful of gummy candy from the doctor
And later, an outing with Daddy to the bakery
Pretty sweet deal, if you ask me! Within minutes of the last needle, Nate was brandishing that ninja sword and feeling no pain. But I have to say, he was brave.
I am going to bravely try and sleep now. Hope your day is free of pain. Or the contemplation of it.
(Disclaimer for the anti-ninja sword or anti-gummy worms or anti-immunization folks: Salient points. I totally hear you. And have read all those reports, too. However, this isn't so much a debatey kind of blog. But good on you for taking a stand! And have a good day!)