Tuesday was the day parents dread. The 2 month well baby check up. Complete with shots and inevitable tears for the mommy.
Z was a complete trooper. She did not shed a tear when getting her temperature or measurements taken (lil miss gained 3.5 lbs and over an inch in length). She cooed and smiled when the doc checked her out. She started getting a little hungry right before the nurse came back in to give her the first set of vaccines.
I'm so glad the nurse was quick. I remember when JP got his first ones, it seemed to take forever. Like, well over a minute. Z was done within a matter of seconds and stopped crying the second I picked her up.
Of course we had to hit CVS to pick up some Tylenol, then back home to snuggle and nap for the majority of the afternoon.
I'm not going to get on a soap box and grind down every parent that decides not to vaccinate their kids. It's a choice that we made, and I'm confident that it is the correct one for us. My best friend has chosen not to vaccinate her kids, and I respect her decision.
That being said, the last few days have been kinda hard. I could tell that Z was not her smiley self and just felt a little yucky. Luckily, much like her brother, she bounced back within 2 days.
My husband woke me up this morning around 7:40 before he headed to work. I snuggled back under the covers for a few minutes and checked my Facebook. I admit, I'm totally addicted. Since I quit my job to stay home with the kiddos, it's my main means of communication with just about everyone. Anywho, I see on there that JP's school is closed today due to a water-main break. My heart sunk. I was so looking forward to the 2.5 hours of freedom after the day I had with the boy yesterday. If my life were a movie, this is the point where the scene would fade out, probably with some cheesy music, and the following would be in soft focus to further illustrate the flash-backiness. Yesterday was rough. JP was cranky pants from the getgo, screaming every time I said something that he didn't like, or gave an answer he didn't like. Everything was "WHY?!?!?!?!" Church felt awkward to me. I felt like all eyes were on me and my screaming kid....
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