My son, now 7 years old had to have one shot and my daughter who is 11 years old, had to have 3 shots before she could return to school.  I knew she was worried about getting a shot but it turned out she needed 3 shots. Unfortunately for my beautiful daughter she inherited her fear of needles and shots from me so, my son agreed to go first.  He didn't cry he just made this high pitched groan, kind of like what you would expect from a cat when you step on it’s tail, and then he stood up.  My daughter's experience was very different.  She didn't scream or protest, she didn't pull away, she just sat down on her dad's lap and began to quietly cry.  As the tears streamed down her face she never made a sound while the nurse gave her 3 shots, two in her left arm and one in her right arm. It just tore me a part to watch her, I felt like I had let her down because there was nothing I could do or say to make her feel better.  I knew it was really troubling her, because the night before she asked a lot of questions about why she had to have a shot before school starts this year, and no amount of reasoning helped to ease her mind.  Thank goodness when it was all over she managed to put it behind her, at least until the next time.  Now I can't believe I thought getting back to work after a fun, relaxing family vacation was difficult, with all the email and voicemail to catch up on, that surely doesn't top 3 shots on the same day.  I am going to try to keep that in mind the next time I think I'm having a rough day.