Yeah, so G-girl is home and our house is back to its normal state of chaos. This means there is more mess everywhere (and I do mean everywhere), the kids are alternately fighting tooth and nail and then getting along great, there is more singing in the house (which sounds nice but Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus are not my top picks) and yes, I am back to giving daily shots.
Overall, much less traumatic/dramatic than it might be. I think the major trauma/drama was limited to the very first time. I know G-girl was nervous about having the nurse inject her at camp, but I think after the first time that became no big deal as well.
Two things that helped:
1. one of her counselors had to take meds, so they went to the infirmary together after dinner
2. (and this is a biggie) a boy 2 bunks ahead of her also got Genotropin injections. When her cartridge needed changing and the nurse was unsure of how to do it, they called him in. He helped, they did their shots together. (oy vey. That sounds like group shooting up. Anyway...) Where I was going with that is that on many levels the experience was normalized. Didn't become more pleasant, but definitely became more normal.
It still makes me sad that giving my kid shots on a daily basis is becoming normal. But I won't go there today.
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