I felt like such a monster of a mom this day. I’d just put all my big kids in school and two of them had cried so much, and then here I was about to get my wittle baby shots! I hate things moms have to do that make kids sad but are good for them!
So Everett got a bath that morning. He’s a funny guy with baths. He started screaming and crying hysterically when he first got in the bath. After five-ten seconds though he stopped and then looked at me and broke into a huge grin. It’s really funny how abruptly he goes from thinking baths are the scariest thing in the world to baths being really fun! I wonder when he’ll outgrow that.
After his bath (which I had to hold him for the whole thing because his baby bath was packed somewhere) I let him lay in the tub as it drained. He liked that.
I told Ember not to play with the water about a dozen times but since my arms were full with Everett she didn’t even glance in my direction. I knew she was going to soak her shirt and sweater and with a very limited amount of clothes (since we can’t do laundry that often, having to trek to the laundromat) I really didn’t want to have to change her clothes. She did end up getting soaked 😛
Everett fell asleep waiting for the nurse. When she came in I took him out of his carseat and laid him on the exam table. He woke up and looked at me and just started grinning from ear to ear at mommy. It was SO sweet and I felt so mean to be about to freaking give him shots!! When the nurse gave him the shot he went from smiling at me to eyes shut tight, crying. It was sad. She gave him the other shot really quickly and I picked him right up and he stopped crying that second. Poor baby.
At home Everett slept another two hours! Ember and I hung out.
Then Everett woke up crying a very sad cry. Poor baby 🙁
He never got a fever so I didn’t give him tylenol. I felt like a mean, mean mommy to not give him the meds just for pain but… with all those vaccinations overwhelming his system I don’t like to give my baby more if they’ll settle down being held or breastfed or worn in a carrier (which he did calm down when I wore him, he just didn’t want to be put down) and especially with his upcoming surgery, I know he’s going to be on a lot of pain meds for a few weeks so I’d like to keep him off them now as much as possible.
Anyway… that was that appointment. I’m glad it’s done. I love seeing how much he’s grown but I do hate my babies getting shots!