8-week Clara, after yet another traumatizing session of tummy time. Oh, and Tom's bed-head. (Which isn't a whole lot different from other times of the day.)
Yesterday Clara turned two months old. And what better way to celebrate than with vaccinations?? I was pretty nervous about how she'd do. But let's all be honest with each other. I was mostly nervous about how I'd do.
As we waited in the room for the impending doom of the doctor, a little boy, probably about one, in the room next to ours began to scream a scream that put a true definition to "bloody murder." Oh, it was agonizing. And here's the real embarrassing part. I nearly started to cry. (Please note the nearly). I thought, "What is wrong with me?" And, "I never used to be this pathetic." And, "It's not even my child!"
But you might have too, had you heard the wailing.
Clara didn't seem to be bothered by it one bit. She was in excellent spirits. Plus, she was much too busy blowing spit bubbles and eyeing the wiggly creature in the mirror, (who just so happened to be eyeing her back) to worry about the horrific screams coming from the room over.
And that's what made me feel even worse. She was blissfully ignorant, and as happy as could be. I wished I could reschedule for a day when she wasn't so gosh-darn cheerful. It hardly seemed fair to reward such a positive attitude with a bunch of needles to the flesh.
As the little chap left with his mother, I was glad to note that a: he was alive, b: all his appendages were still attached, and c: he was gleefully sucking the life out of a sucker. 'Tis true—a lollipop can make a lot of troubles worth while.
So when it came to be Clara's turn, she certainly had a respectable scream session of her own. And you'll be glad to know that I held it together for my own child's screaming better than I did for another child's screaming. She actually calmed down pretty quickly, welcomed her pacifier warmly and instantly exited to dreamland, where she preferred to stay for a good portion of the afternoon.
Not that I blame her. Dreamland caters to the blissfully ignorant a lot better than awakeland.
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Stay tuned for:
Clara's baby announcement and other pics from her smiling photoshoot.
5 comments:
You are such a champ holding it all together for that adventure. I am glad things went well.
Great job at holding it all together! We did the horrifying shots this week too. I held it all together pretty well until I went to put his clothes back on, and saw blood. MY BABY'S BLOOD. :( The nurse missed one of the spots with the band-aids. :(
I bawled when Addysen had to get her blood drawn for jaundice. She was totally calmed down before I stopped crying. A few months later - -someone told me to give her infant Tylenol before the shots -- to ease the pain. I did. She breezed through. THEN, I realized when we got home that I had given her too much. I called poison control...bawling. It's amazing my kids are alive -- such an experiment--this thing called parenthood! And the best part...I, too, am not a crier. Or -- at least I wasn't. I'd have to say you did amazingly well. Wish we could be there for the blessing next weekend.
Ah, Season! I love your blog and I love reading about you as a new mommy. As for crying over your baby's shots...just be glad she's a girl and doesn't need to be circumcised. TRAUMA!
I know what you mean about the shots! it does get better and suckers make my daughter happy! we'll have to reschedule our get together, you know the one that has yet to be scheduled!
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