Adam has one. He hates needles. He becomes absolutely, irrationally, afraid when one is going to be poked into him.
So--he had to have immunizations before school, which meant three shots. I told the doctor it wouldn't be easy.
In the end, after hauling him out of the bathroom, insisting he sit down, explaining that there was no other way, denying him the privilege of administering the shots himself, it was time.
DJ restrained one leg. The doctor restrained the other. I held Adam's hands and arms in place. One nurse perched above him on the exam table, another knelt next to him on the floor just beneath the exam table nurse, and a third stood on the other side of him.
Adam was allowed to count to three. On three all the nurses injected him at once while DJ, the doctor and I held Adam in place.
As I drove out of the parking lot, Adam said, "That didn't even hurt."
I'm thanking God I don't have to do this again until next year.