To say that I was nervous about this vaccination appointment is not understatement. I get nervous about any medical procedures in China. I can’t get passed the lack of cleanliness, organisation and bedside manner. I’m learning to let some of this go and trust that God is with us, and in control and everything. It was a hot day and we needed to wait in-line for the shots. Surprisingly, even though the small room was very crowded, hot and humid, I felt completely at peace about it all. We arrived there assuming that we would have to wait in what we like to call “a Chinese queue”… that means that there is, in fact, no queue at all and you have to get into a crowd of sweaty people and push your way to the front. Fortunately the clinic worked the same as the banks do in China. Once you enter, you take a number and wait for yours to be called. It didn’t seem like the rest of the people there cared about the number system touch though because they still crowded around the counter. I found a seat and rested with Elijah while Justin jumped into into action. He found the person with the number before his and followed what he did. The lady behind the counter was not calling numbers… somehow you were just supposed to know who was ahead of you and then hand your immunisation book over when it was your turn. What? Thankfully my husband is on top of his game and was able to figure that out. Somehow, despite the massive hoards of people int he waiting room, we were in the nurses office within 5 minutes. What the heck were all those people doing in the waiting area – we have no idea?!
Justin figures out the madness while Eli and I find a seat
What’s up with the angry look on that guy’s face? Nice handbag buddy!
It was interesting to see so many young babies in one place. It is not common to see very small Chinese babies because it is believed that they shouldn’t leave the house much in their first 100 days. This is part of the reason that Elijah gets so much attention when we are out and about. It is a combination of the fact that he is Caucasian and that he is so young. I was happy that no one tried to touch him even though I was trapped in a corner of a room filled with old grannies. Those Grandmas sure do love little babies! Everyone looked at us, but no one bothered us. Eli slept peacefully in arms.
After only 5 minutes Justin called me over to go see one of the nurses. When I sat down in the room, I was pretty nervous. But the nurse had a warm smile and she was friendly. Initially I imagined not even wanting to be in the room, because everyone had warned me that Eli would cry and so would I. Instead of handing the little guy over to Justin I sat and before I knew it, the nurse was injecting Elijah. His eyes went big and then it was over. No fuss, no tears… from either of us!